Wild night

Ariana's POV

She was passed out by the door, her head buried between her knees, and I had to exert all my energy dragging her inside.

I managed to put her on the couch before I noticed how carelessly she left all her windows open…

That was the good thing about living alone. Freedom.

But for some reason today, the sky looked mesmerizing with the twinkle of countless stars. One I failed to acknowledge in the past.

I found myself sitting by the window, staring into the bright sky, and I felt a certain kind of peace I haven't felt in a while flow through me.

Zoey snorted, making me jump,

“The other time… on the phone. Sounds like you were having mommy issues again…” She drawled in that tone I knew she'd had a little too much coke.

"You're not trying hard to have those, are you? Cecelia seems great to me.” She added.

She lay sprawled on the couch, her legs hanging loosely at the edge, her hair in tangled waves, her mascara causing a black line down her eyes because of sweat.

She'd been busting her chops a bit too much dancing with strangers who'd eventually end up as flings.

Rather than get annoyed at her, I went over to the couch and helped her gather her limbs for dignity's sake.

“Oh, Zoey, you're unbelievable,” I muttered, taking a duvet from her closet to wrap it around her.

Then I sat beside her, stroking her hair.

Maybe Zoey was right.

But she didn't have to live under my mom's unfriendly and distant presence almost all her life, so I couldn't blame her if she didn't know any better.

Mom seemed flawless to outsiders.

In fact most people held her in high regard, but I knew ball.

Before I blinked, I found myself collapsing atop Zoey as she dragged me on herself.

“Come here, baby. Don't be so boring.”

Struggling to get free of her, I clicked my teeth.

“Woah, you've gotten so strong.” I breathed, glad to have missed slamming my forehead into hers.

“Get it together. I'm not one of your flings.” I muffled, barely releasing myself from her grip when she wrapped both arms around my back.

Shrinking her nose up, her tight bud lips twisted comically as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“Get laid. What are you being so uptight about? It makes you think about your mom so much.”

“I want you to be happy,” Zoey blabbed.

I'm certain she wouldn't remember giving me this advice by morning.

She didn't like being sweet because she felt it wasn't gangster coded.

I kind of smile thinking about it.

I love her so much even if people find her blunt, effervescent, and annoying.

A reason why we connect so much is how opposite we are.

Opposite sides attract, right?

I eventually succeeded in transferring her to the bed.

“Get laid.” Zoey’s words replay in my mind as I curl myself up in her bed reminiscing about my encounter with Mr. Ferrari.

The thought of him. Things he said made my middle clench and unclench.

It was invasive and vulgar of him, but I loved his authority.

He commanded as if he wasn't one to follow rules. He made the rules.

Deciding to stand my words to Mom earlier, I didn't bother calling home, Mom precisely.

I didn't want to hear anything about her marriage or moving.

In fact, I didn't want to think.

But then again, Mr. Ferrari's words followed me into the night.

Then I felt a strong hand cup my middle lightly, and I shivered, my eyes flying open.

“Look at you, Malyshka, so tight.” He croaked.

He was above, straddling my thighs, the thick waves of his medium-length raven hair falling over his face.

Shirtless, I saw different sizes of tattoos all over his chest, even one with a map.

Beautiful. That's the word. This man was gorgeous.

I couldn't help but stare into those eyes, even if they seemed intrusive.

I kind of wanted to be intruded on right now.

He leaned closer, and my heartbeat skipped.

“Wearing this little skirt and acting clueless. You should know what you've done to me by the end of tonight.” He rasped, sinking his teeth into my earlobe.

I gasped as he nibbled it.

His hand in between moved as he found the hem of my skirt before slipping his finger underneath the fabric to snap it.

I flinched, the heat flowing in my system rose as I went out of breath.

“Hold me, Malen’kiy—little one.”

“I want to feel all of me.”

He spoke into my ear, sensual and slow, but the control was there.

My middle clenched painfully as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer like my life depended on it.

God, what was this feeling?

It was exhilarating. Was this even real?

I barely had enough to think when his thick finger pushed into my opening and I shrieked a moan.

“Ariana!”

I heard my name, but I was too engrossed getting used to this wicked beautiful man's finger that I ignored it.

“Ariana, you're squirting on my fucking bed!”

This time I heard the sharp scream of a female, and my eyes flew open, sweat clamming my forehead as I looked up to find Mr. Ferrari gone.

“What were you dreaming about? Your mom called 5 times,” Zoey said, flashing my phone in my face, and I jumped out of bed.

Shocked.

Did I just have a wet dream about my vulgar patient?

She moved closer, her brows folding.

“Geez, why are your cheeks so red? Are you okay?”

Taking my phone from her, I slowed down my breath as my heartbeat was still pounding from the excitement.

Sitting on the bed, I nodded.

“Yeah. I'm fine.”

She gave me that knowing look, eyeing me suspiciously.

Taking the space next to me, her expression hinted at amusement.

“Uh-huh… seeing that you already had a wild night.”

Wild what? I was going to deny it until I felt wetness underneath my butt.

Getting up, I looked at the wet puddle I had been sitting on, and I blushed.

Grabbing my hand, she rubbed on them.

“No need to act shy. You came in your sleep, and I'm so proud of you.”

Her brows were knitted, too sober, as she assessed me.

My eyes widened at her assumption, and I snatched my hand back.

“That's not it. Stop saying weird stuff.”

She pouted.

“Oh really? Then you're telling me you bed-wet.”

“No!” I snapped.

Smiling mischievously, Zoey moved closer to me, leaning in.

“See how you're glowing? Didn't I tell you all you needed was a good D?”

“Even if it's in your dream, I say you take it.” She nudged me, like she was giving really serious advice.

I was going to open my mouth to defend myself when my phone beeped and Mom's caller ID appeared on the screen.

My grip around my phone tightened, and I silenced it.

Zoey already made her way out of the room.

“You can't avoid her forever, you know. Just pick it up,” her voice echoed from the kitchen island.

I stepped out to find her making coffee.

Leaning against the island, I watched her hum BAD BY WALE BAD FEAT RIHANNA, which I knew as the remix.

Knowing coffee wasn't her thing, I frowned as she added more than two teaspoons of ground coffee into the coffee maker.

She usually had a glass of iced yogurt for hangover.

“How do you know I badly needed coffee? I'm going job hunting today,” I said, walking around the counter to set my mug.

“Add one more.” She called over her shoulder, and my brow arched.

“Are you expecting someone?”

I watched her shoulders stiffen.

Something was definitely up, and I hope it wasn't what I was thinking.

“Hmmm, really?”

“Yeah, really,” Sne repeated.

Turning her to me, I noticed how she avoided my eyes.

“Is it my mom?”

I held my breath as she wet her lips before pressing them together.

“Well, she reached out to my aunt, and I didn't have a choice.”

Something weakened my muscles, and I let my arm fall to my side.

Mom always got her way. I knew this for a fact, yet I still tried to challenge it.

I was but an insignificant pebble on her island.

Mom was that island.

Tightening my hands into a ball, I turned, heading towards the room to grab my night bag.