I Don't WANT You [ 𝑀𝑀 ]

Chapter 4

Carlos is sitting next to me on the couch and we're waiting for our food. He totally finished my entire pizza, but I don't mind. He covers all the expenses and I ordered a ton of food anyway. Since he's already paying, why not?

"God. I'm so glad I have today off", I breathe a sigh of relief

"You work a lot"

"Have to"

"What do you mean?", he asks

"It's a secret"

Questioningly he looks at me. Then he grins.

As the doorbell rings, Carlos gets up, pays and brings me the pizzas.

"These assholes never cut the pizza!", I say annoyed

Are they stupid? For what do I pay this much?

"Can you get me a pair of scissors?", I ask him because he is still standing

"Scissors?", he looks confused

"I always cut pizzas with scissors"

"You're really weird", he laughs

"What the fuck you mean I'm weird?"

He just grins and rummages around in the drawers and brings me a pair of scissors. I cut the pizzas and give him back the dirty scissors, which he puts in the dishwasher.

"Is this your family?", he asks suddenly, holding a photo inside his hand

"Juan?"

"What?", I snap

"I asked you a question"

"It's none of your damn business who my family was or what happened back then!", I snap, my voice a razor's edge. The word family twists something inside me. I can't even think about it without wanting to burn it all down.

He looks at me, eyes narrowing, his voice quiet but insistent. "What do you mean? What happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Just leave!", I yell, the words coming out like a demand, desperate to push him away before he digs any deeper.

But he doesn't back off. Instead, he steps forward, his voice softer now, laced with something I can't quite place. "Why? You can tell me anything. I'm here for you"

"Stay right there!", I snap, my pulse spiking as I take a step back. "I don't even know you— so why the hell would I tell you anything?"

His gaze locks onto mine, a deep, unyielding look. His eyes are so dark, I feel like they're pulling me in, exposing every hidden corner about me.

"You don't know what you're asking for", his voice low and almost. . .dangerous.

I meet his stare, refusing to look away.
"Then show me"