Possessive Love, chaotic risks.

5.) "Lose something?"

Enzo's question had me speechless. I was not expecting him to ask me that question. My body tensed up as he held me there looking into my eyes. His grip loosened up as he saw my expression.

"I... um..." I couldn't find the right words to say.

"Do I..." Enzo began to shake his head.

"You don't have to answer that, sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Here let me help."

He lifted me off of him and sat me next to him as he sat up as well. Placing his blanket over my legs to cover up the fact that the dress was barely covering my lower region. His eyes met mine for a few seconds and then a knock came from the door.

" Food here babe." Enzo got up and made his way to the door. I heard him exchange a few words with the man at the door but it seemed like he knew him just from how they talked to each other. I was getting curious and tried to peek around the corner but as I did, the man at the door saw me. He nodded his head towards me, and Enzo turned around to look at me.

"Everything okay babe?" Said Enzo, giving me a concerned but serious look.

I exchanged looks with the man at the door, realizing he was the man at the club who I ran into and gave a dirty look at. By the way he looked at me, it seemed like he didn't care that I was there. As if it was normal for me to be there. Did he think I was one of those girls at my job who goes home with the rich men at the club?

"Um... yeah... I just got... scared... of the movie." I lied, not to seem like I was listening.

Lorenzo shook his head and chuckled at my response. He whispered something into the man's ear that had them both nod at each other and, just like that, Lorenzo closed the door and made his way back to me with the food in his hand.

"You know, it's not polite to interrupt other men's conversation." His voice sounded serious.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, sorry." Lowering my head down from the embarrassment.

Lorenzo lifted my chin up and gave me a reassuring wink. I couldn't help but smile a bit as I began to blush. After eating our food in silence, we continued watching the horror movie Enzo picked out. Let's just say he enjoyed seeing me jump and almost cry like a baby. But I enjoyed his laughter when I would get scared and grab onto him for protection.

After three different horror movies in a row and me basically having the worst anxiety from them, I look over to Enzo, who seemed to have fallen asleep during the last one. His face looked so peaceful and not pissed off for once. He surely does have a face you don't want to mess with, but seeing him relaxed makes him seem even more dreamy.

His light snores filled the room as the movie came to an end. I reached over to Enzo to wake him. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I gave him a light push but nothing. So, I decided to put some force into it and his eyes shot open and I jumped back. While jumping back, I tripped over my own foot and began to fall back. Enzo's arm quickly reached out to me and pulled me onto him with force. I came crashing down on Enzo's body and he let out a sexy, tired laugh.

"You, okay? You seem like you landed hard on me."

"It's like landing on a rock." I said back to him.

"Didn't seem like you minded earlier lying on this rock," Enzo said while rubbing my lower back.

I got up from his chest but not without a fight, since Enzo said he was comfortable and wanted to go back to sleep.

"How about going to your bed and going to sleep there?" I chuckled at him. Enzo sat up and gave me a half smirk before standing up and towering over me. He picked me up and put me over his shoulder with one hand, as if I didn't weigh a single pound. I would be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on. I've always wanted to know how it felt to have a strong handsome man sweep me off my feet.

Enzo made his way to his bed and tossed me lightly onto it. I couldn't help but blush as he looked at me for a few seconds lying on his bed. He got onto the bed and pulled me close to his body, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"Um... Enzo... When do you think you can take me home?" I said in a low voice, not trying to seem like I was pushing it. But as I said that, Enzo's hand gripped me a bit tighter.

"When you're all better and safe, for you to be out." His voice sounded exhausted. His hand trailed to the back of my head as I lay my head on his chest. With the sound of his heartbeat and having his hands play with my hair, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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I can't really wrap my finger around Enzo. Something about him makes me wonder who he really is. How did he know where to find me? But most importantly, why is he being so nice to me and taking care of me, insisting I stay with him, even though he just "met" me. My bestie, Olivia, would have been slapping me telling me why I was questioning such a hunk of a man. She's a sucker for men and romance, so you could probably get an idea of who she is as a person. She would be cheering me on, telling me finally a man! Since I'm not big on dating or being with a man besides my job. And even though I'm constantly around many good-looking rich men, I can't seem to get myself to open up to a man.

Lorenzo has been such a gentleman taking care of me, but something about him seems a little mysterious. His conversations on the phone weren't like any other conversations. It was as if there was such a big secret behind it. Should I trust Enzo? or am I being such an i***t thinking about a hot stranger that was at my job and then coincidently saved me from being a victim to two drunk guys.

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The next two days had come and gone quickly while I was still at Enzo's. He didn't feel like I was fully healed, especially since every hour at night he would wake me to be sure I was still okay. It was cute waking up to him worried about my well-being. But I still had those questions lingering in the back of my head.

Enzo had the same guy who dropped off our food come on by to just "chit chat" like Enzo would say, but it would always be in private between both of them. And may I talk about multiple little chit chats... Enzo didn't seem happy every time they finished their conversations. I would ask Enzo if he was okay or if anything was wrong? His response would always be "Don't ask what grown men speak about in private" or he would just give such a blank, serious look and continue with his day.

As the conversations kept coming and going, I would notice that Enzo would even get a bit distant but also seem so cold and that he was not sitting right with me. Don't get me wrong, yeah, I just met the man, and I shouldn't have expected him to be a bit caring towards me, even though, after having been there, he saved me, he was caring and affectionate in a way.

Sunday night came around and I couldn't believe that I missed work this weekend, without calling out or even a text. This isn't going to be good when I go back. Raul might have to fire me for leaving him to struggle with all the new girls and making sure the men in the V.I.P section are well taken care of.

It was 10 pm when Enzo sent me home with his driver, Stanley. He said he had business to take care of before Monday arrived. While saying bye to Enzo, he just gave me a kiss on the head and told me to be careful and to behave with a deep, serious tone, as if I was being punished. I tried to laugh it off, but his hand quickly grasped my jaw and made me look him in the eyes.

"I'm being F*****g serious Nomi, watch yourself or you won't like me when I'm pissed the f**k off." His tone sounded very dominant. It made my knees feel weak. I couldn't help but nod my head as I kept eye contact, submitting to everything he said. Feeling turned on by his aggressive tone and how he handled me.

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Monday came and I was suddenly woken up by a loud banging on my door. As I got closer to the door, I yelled out

"Who is it?" but no answer, just loud knocks.

"I said, who is it?... Who in the hell is knocking on my door like that?" I took a look out through the peep hole in the door and saw that my other best friend Bryce was right outside my door knocking as if he was the police.

I quickly yanked my door open before he tried to knock again, scaring the crap out of Bryce.

"Where the F**K have you been!? Do you know how to use a phone!? You know I thought you were mad at me and Olivia since you wouldn't answer any of our text messages or phone calls. But then you didn't show up for our morning run. I got worried thinking something happened to you!" Bryce waved his hand in my face to make sure I was listening to him.

"Awe it's so sweet to know that you worry about me" I joked to Bryce, who seemed not too happy with my response.

"Nomi, this isn't funny; we were worried about you. Where is your phone? And why was it going straight to voicemail all weekend long?" crossing his arms across his chest and giving me an angry questionable look.

"My phone is broken, to the point that I don't even have it with me at all. It's completely gone." I responded to him while leaning on the door. "Please, come on in... I don't need my neighbors in my business. They already believe that I'm a prostitute, since they see me in my work clothes here and there."

Bryce rolled his eyes and made his way in, making himself comfortable. I could see Bryce looking around to see if I was lying about my phone, or if anything was off.

"Lose something?" I questioned him.

"Yes, my patience with you, Nomi. How can you seem like everything is, okay? But you refused to answer our calls." I can see the hurt in Bryce's eyes.

"Because everything is okay, Bryce. I told you already, my phone is broken... It slipped out of my hand and the whole screen shattered. I'm sorry that I worried you guys. I swear I'm okay. Please don't be mad at me." fluttering my lashes at him, to get a smile from him.

Which happened to work because he shot me a smile and brought me in for a hug.

"You really had us worried. Please just call us or something next time. Just say you need space from us, we will understand. Plus, it's not like we also need time away from you." Said Bryce while jokingly pushing me away with an annoyed face.

"Hey! I'm not that bad." Slapping his arm.

"Oh, you really believe that?" Bryce said sarcastically, holding onto his chest.

Bryce ended up convincing me to go out with him to a bar that him and his boys found the other night. He bragged so much about how many women there were, he also tried to put in a good word for one of his boys who has a crush on me. I wasn't taking the bait, so he just changed the subject.

I don't think I can fool around or even date one of my best friend's friends. Do you know how weird and awkward that would be, especially if we were to breakup? Sorry, but no. I appreciate my besties trying to get me on a date or even to get me laid, but after everything I have been through, I don't think I'm ready for another commitment. It's been a couple of years since I've been gotten out of that dark space, and I'm not planning on jumping into anything at the moment.

As the night began to settle in, me and Bryce got ready for our night at the bar. What was I thinking about going out to a bar on a Monday night? I should actually be at work or better yet resting at home. I felt guilty basically spending my whole Monday with Bryce and not even telling him what had actually happened to me after I had gotten out of work. He's my best friend for crying out loud, he has stuck by my side since we were in high school. So why am I holding this from him, especially the fact that some handsome, tall, strong man, who happens to also be rich saved me. Let's not forget the part that I spent the whole weekend with him, not even knowing who he was.

The guilt ate me alive, trying to hold this secret is going to be hard. Sooner or later, he will notice that I'm acting weird. For crying out loud, he's my best friend! Of course, he is going to notice! Unless he did!! I just have to try and get my mind off of Enzo and how he did all those things for me. The way he cared for me, holding me as if I was his. He made me weak to my knees, The way he would talk to me made me wet. Made me want to obey his every command, submit to him and let him take control of me.

"Nomi... Hey you there?" Bryce waved his hand in front of my face while holding a shot of tequila on the other one.

"Hey here, snap out of it. I talked to the bartender. He said as long as his boss doesn't see you drinking. But please don't get too drunk, we all know how drunk Nomi gets." Laughing at his own words, we both cheered and took the shot. Yes, I know I'm only 20 years old and should be waiting a couple of months, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't try alcohol and made a few mistakes in my late high school years and after summer graduation.

"Come on, let's dance." feeling the effects of the shots I took back-to-back and the ones I snuck behind Bryce's back, they were starting to hit all at once. My body didn't want to stop moving to the beat of the music, shaking my ass everywhere, grinding up and down, Bryce not caring who was watching me.

Bryce, on the other hand, was enjoying it at first until he saw me getting drunker and drunker. His face said it all, watching me dance in a way I really would never do, especially as drunk as I was.

"Dance! Why aren't you dancing!?" I yelled into his ear.

"You're drunk, Nomi! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you don't get too drunk!" grabbing onto my arm, he started pulling me to the exit.

"Let... go... of me Bryce I'm not drunk." Trying to pull away from him, but I began to stumble not only on my words but with my own two feet.

"Yeah, you're right. You're not drunk, you're wasted beyond measure, Nomi. Come on look at you! You can't even walk, let's go."

Bryce grabbed me by my waist and flung me over his shoulder. I let out a small scream that turned into laughter, since I found it funny how Bryce finds it easy to always just pick me up like nothing, knowing a girl my size can never compare to him who was also tall, muscular but not as defined as Enzo was. Bryce was a ladies' man in high school and still is, but he said he wants to try and settle down. Supposedly he's had his eye on this one girl but won't tell me who!

"Fine, I give in Bryce, but can you do me a favor... and take these shoes... off please" My words slurred a bit as I got dizzier, placing me in the passenger seat of his car he buckled me in and pulled my hair away from my face into a ponytail, for what he said was an "incase". Taking my shoes off, Bryce started giving me a lecture about something that I think was supposed to be about my behavior. But as drunk as I was feeling, I couldn't understand or hear what he was trying to tell me and I'm glad I couldn't. I needed this to get this crazy weekend out of my head. Stop having to think that I was assaulted, and it could have been worse. Or the fact Enzo is the only person I want to be with at the moment. Craving his touch, having him hold me by my waist, calling me babe.

We haven't kissed or done anything s****l yet, but just the way he looks at me and takes control of me just by a look or a simple command, makes me want him even more. My mind began to wander around about how it would have felt like to have Enzo touch me, let alone enter deep into me.