Don't fu.ck with my love.

Don't fu.ck with my love. by nadiaa featuring blue wall art

Sassy, if you read this, pardon the bad Italian… It’s google’s fault :p

"Voglio la tua testa fra le gambe…” Carina cooed as she gave me a sultry look as her hand rubbed my d.ick through my jeans.

I smirked, “Dopo che si succhiano il cazzo.” 

She nodded, batting her lashes, but before she bent her head down I heard a voice, “I’m pretty sure that were not allowed to have guests.” And then Carina was rushing off me with red cheeks. F.uck

"Chi è lei?!” She exclaimed before looking at the girl in front of me. I noticed that it was one of the new ‘sisters’ we had gotten recently. I couldn’t remember her name… Olivia, I think.

“What do you want?” I asked her before turning my head back to Carina, "Lei è la nuova aggiunta - mia ‘sorella.’"

“I asked a question and I’d like the answer.” She told me like the brat I could tell she was. She crossed her arms over her chest, “Are we allowed to have guests over? I think it’s midnight. Where’d you find this slut? Walking the streets?” She smiled back at Carina, even though I knew she didn’t understand a lick of English.

I stared back at her, then laughed as I thought about what she said… Was that the best she could think of?

I shook my head, turning back to her, “Ti chiamo domani, sì?” She nodded and then slowly stood up, kissing me deeply, trying to prove a point to the girl in front of me, then pulled away, sauntering out.

“Did she have a corner to return to?” She asked me.

“You made her uncomfortable.” I told her, “You should learn to speak Italian.” I sighed, grabbing my pack of smokes from the night stand and then continued to push the window of my room open.

She rolled her eyes, “People here don’t want to learn how to speak English, why should I try?”

I raised a brow, inhaling the thick, cancerous smoke, “We’re not in England, are we?”

“Why is your English so good?” She ignored my comment and asked her own question.

I finished off the cigarette and lit another one, “My father is Irish, my mother was Italian. It was a bilingual household.” I shrugged, annoyed that I wasn’t getting laid tonight.

She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her already ample chest farther up, making them bigger. I don’t know how old she was, but she filled out nicely. “Was? Did she change ethnicities or something?” She let out a sardonic laugh.

“No, she’s dead.” I told her as a matter of factly. Her death was really the reason I was here in this version of hell, even though it wasn’t her fault. The girl in front of me didn’t flinch when I told her… She must have gotten her fill of sh.it from this system we were both in. It’s a life that could make you unemotional and cold. God knows I was that at this point.

“Am I supposed to feel bad or something?” She raised a brow.

I chuckled, “Not at all. You asked a question and I answered. Isn’t that what you want from the beginning?” I referred to the statement she made only minutes ago, “That is the reason you scared off my… guest.” Guest was the nice way of putting it. She was a neighbor girl that was infatuated with me and I took full advantage of it as much as possible, especially since I was about to be sent away once more. I only had another year in the system  and then I was all on my own. It wouldn’t be much different than now… I was already on my own and had been since my mother passed.

“Guest? Is that what you call them?” She laughed, sitting back down on the bed, wrinkling her nose for some reason I was unsure of.

“By all means, make yourself at home on my bed.” I told her sarcastically and suddenly she jumped up, looking at me with a pained expression.

“Am I sitting in sperm??” She questioned me.

I stared at her before grinning and shaking my head, “Not from tonight unfortunately.”

She stared back at me and we stood there in an awkward silence and she looked around the room. “So how old are you?” She broke the silence as she continued to glance around the room.

“Why are you interested?” I asked, knowing that most of my foster brothers and sisters didn’t give a shit about the personal details.

She rolled her eyes, “Why are you an asshole?"

“Is that all you can do? Hurl insults my way?” I eyed her, “Because I’m sure I could throw a few ones your way.”

She scoffed, not believing me, “I’m sure I’ve heard them before.”

I leaned in closer to her, “Honestly, you look like a tight a.ss who could use a good f.uck… If you didn’t notice, I could f.uck you until you’re begging for mercy. I’m sure it will change that attitude real quick.”

Her glare didn’t wave, but her breath quickened, just a tiny bit for me to notice a change. She grabbed the cigarette out of my mouth and threw it out the window, “That thing is disgusting.”

“Tight as.s.” I grumbled, “Well, since you’ve effectively ruined my night… I’d like to get some shut eye.” I ignored her as I stood up to push down my jeans and threw my shirt on the floor, “Unless you’d like to join me. Then we won’t have to sleep.”

“There’s a million other men I’d sleep with before you, don’t flatter yourself.” She stood up, but I knew her eyes were stuck on me, first my bare torso and then landing on my boxers.

“With the way your eyes are staring… I’m sure I’d be a little higher up on the list.” I smirked back at her.

She rolled her eyes once more… She must have been a pro by now, “You are so full of yourself.” She said as she walked towards the door. I grabbed her arm and pulled her against my body.

“If you want, you could me full of me.” I raised a brow, she was hot and I wouldn’t have mind f.ucking her.

She laughed, “Does that work? That’s an awful line.”

“You set yourself up for it.” I shrugged, “I know it’s crossed your mind Brown Eyes."

“What has? How bad I want to fuck you? Yeah.” She scoffed, “You’ve got me all figured out.”

I grinned, moving my hand to her hips, “On top of being a tight ass, you’re a smartass too.”

“I’m not a tight ass.” She said flatly, not elaborating.

“Prove it.” I challenged her, knowing that I was pushing her buttons.

She grinned back at me, unfazed, and shook her head, “It’s not going to be that easy with me. Sorry, but it looks like you’re going to be sleeping alone tonight. I hope your girlfriend didn’t leave you with bluebells.”

“Let me guess; virgin?” I grinned at her, my eyes running over her breasts.

“I guess that you’ll find that one out when I finally fuck you…” She smirked and pulled away from me, “But not tonight."

[PRESENT]

I walked into the large building that my company owned, my shoes clacking against the marble floors. Everyone greeted me like it was their job because, well, it kind of was. I owned this business, this was pretty much my baby and I wasn’t going to let anyone f.uck it up. I took the elevator up to the top floor where my office was and as soon as the doors opened, my assistant was standing there with my coffee and the newspaper.

“Mr. Reid, good morning.” She said with a wide smile which concealed her insecurity. She was worried she would lose her job… but so far so good. I was just particular with the way I ran my company.

“Morning Jane.” I nodded, “Any important emails or calls?” I asked as I walked towards my office, her following me.

“No, Mr. Thompson wanted to just talk about the acquisition of his company…” She said, biting her lip. “There’s something I should tell you.”

I stopped and eyed her, that never was good. “Yes?”

“There’s a woman in your office. She insisted that you know her… She told security if they put a hand on her she’ll call the cops.” She said worrying.

I sighed, “Probably some spurned woman. I’ll deal with it, but call security just in case.” I walked towards my office and slowly walked in, hoping she didn’t have a knife with her.

Instead of some psycho I came upon a thin brunette with porcelain skin and wearing a tight skimpy dress, sitting on my desk, her legs crossed, exposing her creamy skin.

She was rifling through a file on my desk, “Excuse you?” I rose a brow, bringing her out of her daze.

She gave me a wicked smile, “Dominic!” She pushed herself off the desk and sauntered towards me.

“Do I know you?” I said, not remembering this incredibly hot woman and why I didn’t, I’m not quite sure. I wish I did… I wish I had been inside that fine piece. She looked familiar though… I just couldn’t put a name to the face. She was in the newspaper or something… I think.

“Am I not that memorable?” She smirked, “Let me give you a clue. Italy. Foster home. I stumbled upon you and that nasty redhead?” Then it hit me.

I furrowed my brows, “Olivia?"

“Good guess. What gave me away? The fantastic rack my biological mum blessed me with?” She smirked wider before biting down on her bottom lip.

I tried not to grin as I shook my head, “You haven’t changed.”

She pouted, drawing my attention to her plump lips that would look good around my d.ick, “I hope I’ve changed a little from when I was 15 years old…”

I chuckled, “You look-“

“Amazing, I know.” She cut me off with a smirk as she gave me the once over. I’m sure she didn’t expect me to be in this position… but not many people did, including myself. “What’s with the suit? It’s so…”

“Not me?” I filled in as her words trailed off. “Surprised to see me successful?”

“No.” She shook her head, “I am surprised that your secretary isn’t a hot young thing with huge boobs though.”

“Are you looking for a job?” I retorted with a grin, trying to not look at her large breasts. I kept my work and my personal life separate… I didn’t need to be distracted.

“No.” She grinned and tilted her head, “Well yes, but that’s not why I cam here today.”

My eyebrows lifted again, “And here I was thinking that you came here to say hi to an old friend.”

“Well, there’s that too of course.” She smiled, trying to flatter me as she kept her eyes locked on me, “I actually… kind of need a place to stay. It wouldn’t be permanent. A day or two.” She asked me and I just narrowed my eyes at her. She just wanted a place to stay? “You can say no. It’s totally fine. I’m staying at this old Victorian style hotel in the Tenderloin, it’s attached to a bar. I can get drunk and just stumble upstairs to my room, doesn’t get any better than that, right?” She mumbled incoherently.

“The Tenderloin?” I raised a brow, “Why would you stay there?” It was notorious as the worst neighborhood in San Francisco and it in fact was a sh.ithole.

She shrugged, “I can’t afford much else.”

I scoffed, “That dress has to be a couple hundred.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

I laughed, “I make sacrifices. This is Phillip Lim!” She told me as if I was aware who that was, “Never mind. It was stupid for me to come here asking you for favors.” She sighed passive aggressively, turning around to set the file on my desk as she rubbed her a.ss against my crotch. I groaned and I tried not to think of pushing her dress up and f.ucking her right here, “It was nice seeing you again.”

She grabbed her bag and started towards the door, “Wait.” I said, knowing I was going to regret this, “You don’t have to make a whole scene and be dramatic.”

She turned back around, “What are you talking about? Me? Dramatic? Ha.” She laughed with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t trust you to be all alone at my place… Are you going to be okay here while I make a call and we can head there?”

Her mouth dropped, “I’m not that bad!”

“Sit.” I told her authoritatively, pointing to my couch.

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, “You’re an a.ss.”

I nodded, “I know.” I told her, sitting down at my desk, pulling up information for a conference call before dialing the number. It was a short conference call, dealing with a merger of companies. It was child’s play compared to other stuff, but loose ends needed to tied.

She smirked at me as the call finished, “Hmm, now I can see a bit more how you became successful. It’s kind of sexy.” She gave me a wicked grin.

“Let’s go.” I told her, walking out of my office, “Jane, have them pull the car around now. I’m going to take a personal day.” She nodded, scurrying to have it ready by the time I got down to the first floor.

The two of us silently rode the elevator until she spoke up, “Why are you doing this? If I remember correctly, you were an a.ss when we knew each other and it doesn’t look like you’ve changed much.”

“You’re pushing your luck, Brown Eyes.” I called her by the nickname I gave her years ago, “And I can’t let a fellow foster kid to be on the street.” I raised a brow at her.

“Well… thanks.” She said quietly as the doors opened and the town car out front.

“Where are we going sir?” My driver asked, opening my door.

“The Tenderloin, we’re going to pick up Ms. Lawson’s things and then head to my place.”

My driver eyed her curiously, probably wondering what all of this was. I wasn’t known for my chivalry towards women… He knew that the most. She gave him a charming smile as Carl cleared his throat and straightened his posture… Olivia was definitely a manipulative woman.

I rolled my eyes and climbed into the back seat.

“Chivalry is most definitely dead.” She mumbled under her breath, annoying me greatly.

I just stared at her as Carl closed the door before getting into his own seat to drive, “What was that?” I asked, knowing exactly what she said.

“What happened to ladies first?”

I snorted, “You’re no lady.”

“I am.” She replied shortly.

“What’s the address sir?” Carl asked me and I didn’t even bother to ask so I looked back at Olivia with a brow raised.

“Sweden House Hotel.” The driver turned and headed towards Market. It was only a few minutes before we pulled up to the old dilapidated building that looked as if it was falling apart. I leaned forward and grimaced wondering why she would even consider staying her. She was a pretty girl, I’m surprised she didn’t charm a man to get what she wanted. “It was only $79 a night.” She shrugged.

I wrinkled my nose, “That’s how much you value your life? A measly 97 bucks?”

She rolled her eyes, climbing out of the car, “Are you coming?”

“Unfortunately.” I sighed, climbing out behind her as we walked to the fourth floor, opening the door. I let out a low whistle as my eyes took in all the clothes and accessories that were thrown about every where. There were boxes, but it surprised me how much stuff she had, “I hate to ask, but are you on the run for robbing a store?”

She stared at me as she stuffed some clothes into a bag, “Can we have a few of your minions help us with these? Maybe call Alfred up to help?"

"Alfred? I'm not Bruce Wayne." I scoffed and now she looked confused, "Nevermind." I shook my head and walked outside, "Carl, do you mind helping Ms. Lawson and I with her things?" I asked.

He nodded, "Of course sir."

Olivia glared, "So you're nice to him?”

I sighed, ignoring the comment, “Just start getting your things together. The less time I spend in this sh.ithole, the better.”

“You have such an awful attitude!!” She exclaimed, “How did you make your money? Because I don’t know how anyone would put any faith in you.”

“Awful attitude? I offered you a place to stay, did I not? Or would you like me to rescind that invitation?” I narrowed my eyes at her and she didn’t speak, “That’s what I thought.”

She grumbled something under her breath, annoying me. The one time I try to do something nice for someone? I’m treated like an a.sshole. Honestly it just showed her true colors. She was a b.itch… but a firecracker in bed from what I could remember… I’m sure she had gotten even better with age. As much as I didn’t want to: I imagined tying her wrists together and f.ucking her in the back of my town car.

Carl helped the two of us to quickly gather her things and stuffed them in the trunk, though there was barely room.

“Is that all?” I asked to make sure.

She nodded, “Yes, we can go now.”

I sighed, “Finally.” I stepped back into the car.