Hatred

I watched Massimo bite into his steak and cheese sandwich, closing his eyes in delight to savour the taste.

"Don't stare," he suddenly chuckled. "It's rude."

I rolled my eyes, my lips curving into a smile. "It's only rude when I do it, but everybody else does it," I pointed out as I turned to look around the restaurant.

All the women were gawking at him, but he didn't seem to mind. I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently.

"The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother."

I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright."

Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?"

"It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."

Massimo nodded