The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Fifty two: You'll wish that you could never speak

"I really think you need to mend your relationship with your father," I muttered stiffly as Ian's feet sunk deeper into my sides.

You're all probably wondering how I got myself into this kind of mess well I'll take you back a few minutes ago to how all this started.

"Do you mind if I crash here for the night?" A voice called by the window and I paused from removing my face mask with a defeated groan. I just knew I should have locked the window when I had the chance. Now I had to deal with this. 

"This is becoming a norm now," I muttered dryly standing up to do a quick stretch he took off his black leather jacket and placed it carefully on the chair I stood up from. "Where did you used to go when this happened in the past?"

He shrugged putting on the sweatpants that had officially become his because I made a promise to myself to never, ever wear that thing again. He got into the bed and stretched out his legs placing his hands behind his head and sighed.

"I already told you, Sisi, I usually went to Dallas' house but he snores like a fucking pig."

"I heard that." Dallas sulked in annoyance glaring at the both of us.

"It's the truth," Ian said back effortlessly without even sparing him a glance.

"What happened now," I asked in annoyance as I sat on my bed careful so that the distance between us was safe.

He groaned looking at me using his eyes to tell me that he didn't really want to talk about it. I gave him a look saying the since he was invading my privacy and enclosing on my personal space that I wasn't giving him any other option.

He sighed again. "It's still the same thing really, Sisi, he's been on my neck ever since the anniversary party shit. I'm telling you he's being a freaking pest in my life. And I'm just sick of it." I nodded my head still not understanding what that had to with me. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Plus it turns out that he really likes you."

I choked. On my laughter. He couldn't be serious. "You could have had fooled me," I said in between laughs.

His eyes darkened. "You think I'm joking?" He deadpanned. I didn't know how to reply to that so I just kept on laughing at him. He got fed up with me mocking him and threw a book at my head.

He was lucky I ducked it.

"Well then," I said when I had composed myself. "He sure has a weird way of showing it."

"What makes you say that." He asked with a raised eyebrow and I couldn't help the book I chucked back at him.

He wasn't so lucky.

"It wasn't like he called me a plaything or anything straight to my face," He recoiled back at that and opened his mouth. "Or him saying that you would toss me out like trash faster than you did with the rest of your..." I trailed off and he winced.

"Yeah, sorry about that." He muttered quietly and I waved my hand dismissively.

"You have nothing to be sorry about Ian... I'll break your balls and feed it to you."

"That Sisi I know," He said chuckling lightly and I just rolled my eyes.

"That's a really sweet name you got there for her, Sisi," Ian looked over at him calmly.

"Call her that again and you'll wish that you could never speak."

Dallas saw right through his threats and leaned back a little with a peal of mocking laughter and I sighed. "Can you at least pretend that you're not eavesdropping?"