"I'm gonna go upstairs, I need to use the restroom, and your current fuck buddy is in that one." I say pointing to the bathroom that is currently occupied.
I start going towards the stairs, but something catches my wrist and yanks me back. 
My breath bitches once I realize what I slammed into. I feel Nadines breath against my neck as he leans down and whispers in my ear, "Don't think you can start demanding things. Don't expect me to let it slide, Tesoro. Got it?" He asks. I part my lips, expecting words to come out, but nothing does.
I feel his fingers slightly move my hair away from my neck. He grazes them against my soft skin, I feel his bulge against my lower back. He presses into me, my back resting against his front, "I can feel your heartbeat." His hands slightly go over my breasts, resting against my heart. I take deep breaths, hoping to calm myself down, but I feel my face get hot and my legs weak. 
I remember our very hot moment in the closet, how deep his fingers were inside of me. How much I hated it. But how much it felt good.
Dear lord.
I think about turning around, standing on my tippy toes and slamming my lips against his, but I decide against that when he pulls away.
"No one goes upstairs, got it." He says as more of a demand than a question. I turn around and nod my head. It takes everything in my power not to yell at him, tell him how touching me is something he shouldn't be doing. But I can't. Because I can't yell at someone for making me feel something. I just can't.
A few of the of the others stir awake, looking around the room, but then eventually go back to sleep. 
I look over to my brother. He makes soft snoring noises as his chest falls up and down. His curly black hair falls over his eyes. I decide I should probably try and go back to sleep. 
I find a closet filled  with blankets. Thank god, because I can't even begin about how fucking cold it is. I grab three big fluffy blankets. I lay one on my brother, set one aside for me, and then grab a few more, setting them down beside everyone. Some notice and immediately drape it over their body, while others don't even wake up and just decide to freeze.
I finally lay down and cover myself with the soft comforting blanket. I close my eyes and get ready to sleep. Only sleep never comes.
 I open my eyes and blink a few times before closing them again. 
No sleep. 
I throw my hands by my sides out of frustration. I stare up at the ceiling. The boring, plain ceiling. I look down at my phone and read the time.
  5:45 am
I lift my head up a bit, just enough so that I can see.
I look around the room. Everyone is sleeping, even that Kaylee girl from earlier. At least I though everyone was sleeping. As expected, Nadine is still awake. He has a cigar between his fingers and a lighter in his other hand. He has clothes on now and is wearing a white dress shirt without a coat, the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and the first few buttons are unbuttoned, showing off his chest and a few of his abs.
He sits in an office chair that's backed up against the wall. He looks up at me, the corner of his mouth twitches and pulls into a slight smile. The cigar is now in his mouth between his teeth, "Why are you still awake?" He asks, "the sun is gonna come up soon and you've barely slept."
"I probably wouldn't have woke up earlier if you and Kaylee didnt have sex in the middle of a semi living room while a bunch of people slept." I answer, tilting my head to the side and raising my eyebrows.
He stares at me for a moment before a chuckle releases from his throat. "You think you're funny, huh?" He asks, his Italian accent stands out strong sometimes. Mostly when he's angry. His laughter is long gone and his expression is cold. It seems like his eyes got darker, from their usual icy blue, to a dark grey. It's probably just the lighting. Right?
Right.
"Remember what I told you earlier?" He asks standing up. He takes long strides towards me and crouches down, his face right in front of mine, I can feel his breath on my lips.
"I-" I start off, but can't finish. I feel my cheeks heat up and my confidence completely disappear. 
He smirks at this. I lower my head, but his index fingers lifts my chin up, causing my head to tilt upwards, that I'm staring In his eyes.
"There's something off about you," he whispers, "I just don't know what it is yet." His head tilts to the side and goes down to my neck, "have you ever been touched before me?" He asks in a soft, but hard tone.
"No." It took everything in my power to get that out. It's true. I, Rue Aleena Garcia, had never been touched. As in the sexual sense. No worries though, my friends and I, used to sit around and make fun of porn. So I'm pretty sure I know how it goes.
"Do you want to be touched again?" I feel his fingers trail down my neck to my collar bones. I suck in a breath and slowly exhale. 
Do I want to be touched again? Fuck yes. Do I want to be touched by him? Of course. Do I want to be touched right now..?
"Fuck no." I push his hands away and stand up. I walk into the bathroom and lock it behind me. 
Unlike him, having sex doesn't fix all my problems.
I hear a groan of annoyance come from him.
This man will be the death of me.
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 : 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧.𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭