'𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙? 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕.'
|18+| |unedited| ❝We're not meant to do this. It doesn't feel right.❞ My voice was ragged and I completely forgot how to breathe when her hands trailed...
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Fucking hell.
Having cramps is like being in a hell.
As I curl myself into a ball, I cry silently knowing Mateo will be back soon.
I jump up to check if I had any meds to use. Searching and scattering everything, all I could find were sleeping pills.
fuck.
Let me just melt and die at this point.
"Ari?" I heard his voice through the door. Thank God I locked it. Don't want him seeing me like this.
I hold my belly in discomfort, painful muscle cramps pulling me.
"Arianna, I know you are in there, what's wrong sweetheart?" Mateo asks, tapping the door.
Just go.
My menstrual cramps has always been this way, I spend most of my time lying in the bathroom floor in pain. Away from people.
"Are you okay? I brought you some strawberries, I know how you like them so–" I scream, the muscle cramps spreading the pain all over my back and thighs.
"Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Is someone in there with you?" I try standing up but I fall back on the floor. "Arianna! open this fucking door now."
I cry, folding myself into the floor.
Fuck Eve. Fucking serpent.Fuck mother nature.
"I'm coming in Ari," he taps the door. "I'd fix it Ari, I have a black card."
I couldn't help but laugh. Not to brag but he might be a millionaire but I'm a billionaire.
"...no need to.... I'm rich myself..." I struggle to tease back and he just sighs.
I'm always letting him see me at my worst.
"Please open the door Arianna." he says, his voice weak and worried.
Why is he so cute oh my god?
I crawl to the lock, opening it and when he pushes it open, I wanted to cry again from the look on his face.
Why? why is he being so nice? he's going to make get attached.
As if I'm already not.
"What's wrong Ari?" he asks nervously, pulling me into his arms and I allow it. I place my head in his chest, feeling safe.
My safe haven.
"Cramps." I pause, grabbing my belly and he kisses my forehead. "Period cramps."
We lay there in silence. It was as if he was a big fluffy comforter. The pain reduced and I gripped into his shirt like my life depended on it. Well it does.
