Bound to Break

Chapter 12

"Stalking me?"

"With that knock-off perfume?"

My jaw dropped open. I stared at him as he put a cigarette between his lips, his brows knitting as he lit it up. It was then when I felt it - a throb. It was deep within my chest, quick enough to ignore but it happened.

Bitterness erupted in me at the feeling and I knew it was clear for a second on my face, before I pushed it away and kept my eyes on the moon. Part of me now knew staying away from him was better than being near him, but I was never good at control. And I needed a smoke.

I leaned an elbow against the railing and moved towards him, though he never paid attention to me. He just kept his eyes in front of them. Damn his control.

"You mind?" I asked a little smugly and grabbed the cigarette from his lips, pulling it as well as his gaze to mine. His eyes narrowed on the cigarette, and the sight brought me great pleasure.

He always stole my cigarettes, it was time I did the same to him. Unfortunately he wasn't half as annoyed as I was then. He just stared at me. Dry and indifferent, but when I blew the smoke out onto his face, I could have sworn his eyes darkened with the passing of fog.

I was about to move the cigarette to my lips again, before he pulled it from me. Glanced at the red lipstick stain for a quick second before smoking it himself.

Hm. Touché.

Leaning my side against the railing, I tapped my nail against the metal and ran my eyes over him. "All black huh?"

His sight pulled to mine in a side glance.

"And a suit too. You gotta be careful Luciano. You in a suit, its trouble."

"And what are you."

"I'd say I'm-"

"Aggravating."

A scoff brushed past my lips. "Whatever you want to believe."

Fog escaped his mouth. He was looking at me in a way that almost made me feel inferior, especially with the sudden awareness that he knew about my past.

It was hypocritical wasn't it? That if a woman sleeps around and it a flirt, she's for the streets, but if a man does the same...he's just a man.

None of it was Luciano's fault, but I still felt some sort of hatred towards him knowing he looked down on me without even knowing me. The only reason he disliked me was probably because of my past.

I bet the only women worthy in his eyes were those I envied - the ones who knew how to carry themselves.

I, how ever was a mess. And nobody liked cleaning up messes.

Pulling my straightened hair back, I caught him looking at my bare shoulder, and it awoke a warm sensation beneath my skin.

I reached for his tie with one hand, and all of his attention became fixated on my hand. I expected him to grab my hand as usual - but then a few moments went by and I realised that he wasn't going to.

It was odd. As was his calmness when I touched him. I just wanted to annoy him but it wasn't working.

"Surely you've heard...rumours." I started.