Page 29 of Scarred King
My body is starting to feel the alcohol, I can feel my insides heating up. I feel pretty and sexy and I want to feel it from my random partner as well. But something is bothering me. I can’t stop thinking about Scarface. It feels like he’s lurking around every corner and I shudder from my need for his touch.
“Where do you live?” my polite date asks, and when I answer he smiles. “We can share a cab,” he offers, and I immediately nod, knowing that if I want it to, the cab can make just one stop.
He pays our tab, pulls my chair out gently and helps me up. We walk out to the street together and I choke when I see the black motorcycle parked exactly where I got off. Scarface looks at me quietly, and I decide to handle the situation quickly and maturely.
“I didn’t know you were still here,” I say calmly, “Everything’s fine. We’re going to share a cab home,” I gesture with my head at the guy with me.
“Get on the bike,” he orders as if he hasn’t heard a word I said.
“I don’t need a ride,” I take a step backward. “I told you, we’re sharing a cab.”
“Is this guy bothering you?” my polite date asks, and I shake my head angrily.
“Elena, get on the bike before I get off and beat the shit out of this asshole.”
I turn to my date quickly. He looks at me in shock, trying to understand what's the deal between me and the scarred man. I fake a laugh. “This is my big brother, he’s just kidding. He can be over-protective sometimes.” I realize that I have no clue whether Scarface’s threats are serious, but I’m not going to call his bluff over this sweet guy who’s standing next to me looking agitated. “I’m sorry, it looks like we won’t be sharing a cab tonight after all,” I say sheepishly and get on the motorcycle.
“And I’m not really her brother.” Scarface takes my backpack from me and puts it on his knees. “And if anyone’s going to enjoy those boobs tonight, it will be me, not you.” I gasp and he puts the helmet on my head forcefully. “OK, you have a good night,” he says to the stunned guy and drives off.
“Asshole!” I yell but I can barely hear myself. My heart is beating so fast, my head is spinning, the only thing I can think of is the poor guy’s scared expression. I could slap myself for being unable to control my treacherous body. I am burning from just being near Scarface’s body.
The motorcycle stops outside my building and I rip off the helmet, throw it on the floor and hit him in the back. “You’re disgusting.” I hit him again. “Who gave you the right to embarrass me and behave like that in front of my friends?” I get off the bike and find myself being dragged right back on it. He pulls me back by the hips, picking me up like a puppet and putting me down facing him. My legs are spread, and he tucks them around his body. “Leave me alone, asshole.” I try to free my legs but his grasp is too strong. “You disgust me.” I say angrily, but fall silent when I feel his lips on my neck. He pushes my upper body back gently until my back is resting on the front of the bike. His lips trail over my neck and I can’t control the moan that comes out of my throat. His lips travel downwards to the bare skin above my breasts and I feel a pleasant warmth between my legs. His hands are holding my hips, caressing me over my tank-top and moving upwards. They stop at my breasts and rub them gently. The warmth turns to fire when I feel his erection pressing up against me.
“Do I still disgust you?” he asks hoarsely. He’s holding my ass, grinding his hips against me forcefully as I moan weakly. The scarred side of his face rubs against the skin of my cleavage and his lips close around my nipple. He blows warm air on it and I moan again.
“Do I still disgust you?” he insists, and I awaken from the sensual dream that he’s locked me into.
I pull away from him. My body is protesting, but my brain is back in control. “I don’t know why my body wants you so badly when my brain would never allow it,” I say honestly and stand up straight. Our faces are nearly touching and the smell of his aftershave is heating me up again.
“Because you want me,” he says and puts his lips to my ear. “You want me so badly that you can’t fall asleep at night,” he whispers, and his warm breath makes me sigh. “You fantasize about me in the shower,” he is still whispering, “when you touch yourself. And even when you’re thinking about going to bed with some academic boy, you’re still thinking about me.”
“That might be true.” I push him away and his piercing gaze makes me dizzy. The angelic side of his face has taken over once again, and his cat-like green eyes hypnotize me. “But it’s only physical desire. And that will never be as strong as mental desire.” I can’t help myself, and I slide my fingers over his deep scars. “My future is very clear, and you’re not in it.” I stop where the scars become more concentrated and bite my lip. “How can anyone be so disgusting and so attractive at the same time?” I ask myself out loud.
The smile is back on his face. “You know I could have fucked you right here, right now, if I wanted to.” His finger is playing with my nipple and my chest is going up and down in anticipation.
“You’re probably right.” I move his finger. “So maybe you don’t really want to?” I leave his burning body regretfully and stand up, throw my shoulders back and walk towards the building. Just before I go inside, I turn around to look at him, and I see an arrogant smile on his lips. I sigh in frustration and walk inside. Me and that criminal? Is he serious? That could never happen.
14
I spend the entire next day working on my research. When Johanna returns to our apartment, she enthusiastically shares everything about the night she spent with the guy from the bar.
“So, are you going to see him again?” I ask smiling.
“No way,” she laughs. “Once again, it's a proof that a man can be the smartest most interesting thing in the world, and you can spend an unforgettable intellectual evening with him, but…” she laughs again, “he is a complete failure in bed.”
She joins me in the living room with her books, and when evening falls, I say bye sadly. I wish I could change places with her. I wish I could just stay in the living room and continue studying.
“What about the paper on semiconductor devices that we need to hand in?” she asks just before I leave.
“Oh no! I completely forgot about that,” I answer, frustrated.
“Don’t worry,” she soothes me with her beautiful smile. “I’ll finish mine and then I’ll do yours for you.”
“You’re the best friend ever,” I say relieved and leave the apartment.
Another ordinary and routine evening. Regular customers, new customers and the girls are working hard. The partners and Ralph are sitting at the round table, and when I serve their drinks, Scarface thanks me nodding his head. It's better this way, I think to myself and refuse to accept the fact that I’m disturbed by the fact that he’s ignoring me. The bar starts to empty and I sit down at the counter and drink some water. I keep looking over at the round table and suddenly Scarface turns his head to me, winks and goes back to talk with his friends. My face gets all hot and my stomach clenches in excitement from this tiny acknowledgment, but I pull myself together quickly. He’s trying to play games with me. He probably thinks that by ignoring me, he'll make me come running. But he’s wrong.
“Charlie, why do you think these girls are willing to sell their bodies for money?” I ask and yawn.