Echo’s POV:
“STOP,” I shouted as I saw her carrying him by force.
She stopped as she turned around and stared at me with weird expressions. I walked quick to her and pulled him off from her and embraced him against my chest.
“Why are you so rude to him? He is just a kid,” I yelled as I caressed his back and he laid on my shoulders like they were the one where he could lie with the full trust and belief.
“Miss Johnson, you are obliged to send him to school not spoil him and make him not to go. He should go to school,” she yelled back.
“I know it is important to go to the school but you see we need to be wise with the decisions not be haste with it,” I walked back to his room carrying him on my shoulders.
I kneeled myself in front of the bed and placed him at the edge of it and caressed gently on his shoulders.
Echo’s POV:“How the hell do you run your school?” I shouted at the Principle while I pushed the girls to his desk.The principle was more than just shocked when his table was bumped with three of his students. He was puzzled what to answer after all.He asked me something in Italian. But I wasn’t getting it.“Do you speak English? I am an American native,” I answered and he started to talk English which was so much stressed.“What’s wrong? What did they do?” he asked.And I had to explain all of those things in front of him.“These girls were always a trouble maker. I had never thought that they could do such kinds of things to the kids. I will just discuss this matter with Board of directors and sort this out,” he said.“Sort it out! I want all of them expelled right away,”
Echo’s POV: My breath hitched as I found someone right behind me. My stomach was churning so much wildly with all the complexities mixed up right at that moment.“Good Girl,” the voice nearly gave me a mini heart attack.Don’t tell me this thing was happening.My sensory system had already turned to as dull as it could be. I could only hear the sounds of him vaguely.With a perplexed and my dull and docile mind I spun my head back to him to find a man who was on perfect tuxedo and he was all wet. I swallowed my saliva as hard as I scrutinzed my gazes towards him.“Nice to see you again,” his voice hit hard on my ears this time. This time, I wasn’t
Demonte’s POV:“I love you,” I couldn’t help but accept the fact that was running all over my body.“What? What did you say?” I could hear her voice with curiosities. I had made myself closed for this statement for my whole life but this little girl who entered my life unknowingly and mistakenly changed everything inside me.She compelled me to do the things which I had restricted myself. She made me do the things that were foreign to me, the things which I had never done in my whole life.“I love you,” I said as I parted my lips from hers. I caressed her cheeks with my hands and she looked all confused.It must have been hard for her to believe this.“Do you know the weight of the three words that you have just told me,” she questioned me.Weight? What kind of weight?“Weight
The following content contains the mature content of sexual intimacy. Read at your own risk or you can skip it.Demonte’s POV:As I placed her in the bed, I couldn’t help myself but lie just beside her and stare at her proportions. This girl was like a magic wand to me. She could transform me to someone I couldn’t even imagine.I reached out my hands to her face. Her wet hair was landing on her skin was proud and I wasn’t liking the vibes of it. I tucked her wet hair behind her ears as I brushed her cheeks.Her dress was still wet and she would catch the cold any minute. I should tell Mrs. Thompson to change her dress? Or should I do it myself? It’s just changing the dress.No…but it’s not just changing the dress for me. Her nu
Echo’s POV:The warm sunlight brimmed on my face as I blinked my eyes with its rays penetrated the shutters of my eyes rubbing them absent mindedly. As my eyes landed on the beautiful ceiling above me, I suddenly was reminded of the scene that happened last night.It was my second time. The beautiful second time that I hadn’t even imagined could happen in my life.But all of a sudden, I feared and got myself up from the bed.Did he left again? Was everything that happened last night just some regular sex to him again? I quickly spun my head towards another side of the bed which relieved my stress so much.The man of my dreams and the man of my reality, both of him was right in front of my eyes. He was sleeping peacefully right beside me.
Demonte’s POV:Telling my identity to someone was the most detestable thing in my whole life of a mafia. I always disliked and never approved of letting others to know about me.Except my people and Mr. AND Mrs. Thompson nobody really knew about my origin. But I wanted tp tell her as she has seen worst of all. I had been an open book in front of her.“You mean mafia,” she asked as she curved her brows with
Echo’s POV:Everybody has a past. Who doesn’t?I don’t know what had actually made him to turn into some ruthless mafia but I could guess that he had his own part of story and I would always open up my heart to listen to all of his stories. Even if they are a lie.You can call me, I have madly fallen for him. Yes! That’s true.I have badly fallen for him and I don’t see any of the outlet from it. I have been blind, unable to see what is right and what is wrong but I was fond of that blindness with him. The darkness with him was better than the light to me cause he was in it.I never supported any kinds of violence in my whole life and I never will be. But, I have confidence that I could change him. I could change him to the person who doesn’t want to commit any of the crimes with the mad blind love we are in together.I can change him. He will be changed. I ensured myself.Accepting him the way he is, is the first step to change him from
Echo’s POV:This face!It seemed as if I know the somebody of the picture somewhere but my mind couldn’t even calculate the exact time that I had met her.I don’t know where was it? But I was sure that I have come across her somewhere.I couldn’t help but gape at her deep ocean eyes which were smiling more than her lips. She was actually the real piece of a magnificence, like some antique piece who a historian and anthropologist would die to get her.Her long beautiful blonde hair falling on her shoulders covering her chest and her well braided headband of hair in her head shone like a crown. Her beautiful pink lips were just smiling so beautifully and innocently like that of Mona Lisa.She was such a perfect feminine beauty that every guy would go crazy over her. Maybe that was the reason, I had felt like I have seen her somewhere.“You see her,” Mrs. Thompson said while I couldn’t help but k