One promise at a time

Corleone’s pov

I stared at his back until he left. I turned around and threw the towel in my hands against the couch as I sat on it and grabbed my hair.

Martil was pissing me the fuck off and he knew it. He probably liked it, especially the reaction he was getting but I hated it. It wasn’t just curiosity, I wanted to concern for me but he wouldn’t let me.

I needed to know how he was shot. Nobody disappears for three days and ends up with three bullets in his body. Not that I wanted to poke nose in his business but just a way to show him that I cared.

Maybe I was starting to care too much. Maybe I was doing too much. Maybe I shouldn’t even be in his house in the first place. Maybe I never should have volunteered to help.

I walked to the door, put on my flops and tried to open the door. I would leave, since that was what he wanted.

“Where are you going?” Martil appeared to the living room from wherever he went to earlier.

As I glanced back, I saw that he had freshened up and was now dressed in neat loose pants and of course, he was shirtless. I refused to be distracted as I turned right back to the door.

“I’m getting the hell out of here.”

I had unlocked the door and was about to twist the knob open when a pair of hands shot towards me, slamming my back against the door while I was turned to look at him.

“Corleone.” His tone dropped very low that it almost made me shuddered in fear.

“What?” I pushed against, refusing to back out.

“It’s dead in the night. Where are you going?” He asked, staring right into my eyes.

I ignored the tension that sprung forth in my belly. “I told you since I am not needed, I am getting the fuck out of here.”

“Where will you go?”

I rolled my eyes angrily. “Stop asking me stupid questions and let me go.”

All of a sudden, his hands dropped off my shoulders. He simply turned around and walked into the kitchen. I stood there in awe of him leaving me while I stood. What plans did he have in his head? I thought he’d push me a little harder and from there, I’d demand what happened to him.

Unfortunately, Martil didn’t stop me. He ignored me like I was never in the house. With an angry huff, I twisted the door’s knob and stepped out.

First of all, it was freezing cold but manageable. I rubbed my hands around my arm since I was putting on a jacket that had just one button and shorts.

Stepping out, the scenery was confusing. I didn’t notice it was another entrance from the one we came in through the last time. Thinking about it, the living room was quite different from the first one. Was this another of his house?

I continued moving. Now, how would I get home? Martil’s car was right in front of me but I couldn’t get in. No, getting in wasn’t the problem. The actual one was driving — fuck me, I didn’t know how to drive.

I covered my face with my hands. It was almost ten o’clock in the night. Where would I get an uber without booking it first? I didn’t even know what street or part of town we were in.

I realized it at once. Martil knew I had no way out. That was why he didn’t convince me not to leave. He knew I’d have no choice.

Embarrassment ate me up like ants licking their favorite sugar. Slowly, I walked back to the house and went in.

“Done with the sightseeing?” Martil asked nonchalantly, throwing some chips into his mouth.

I didn’t pray for the ground to swallow me but I wished it would. I scoffed, leading my legs to one of the couches. I saw down and went silent.

“Corleone, my world isn’t for you to see.” He started saying.

“Why?”

“It is very complicated.” He sucked in a breath.

I watched his naked upper body. It looked like it was carved from fire with sun. The dark tattoo made things worse. The marks and lines ran across everywhere that I could hardly pinpoint where the origin was.

He was fine as hell. He was attractive. Why would this man be my stepbrother? Why would he? He threw the last chip in his mouth and chewed it. The last swipe of his tongue over his lower lips made me clench my thighs as my imagination ran wild, thinking of how it’d feel down there.

“Corley.” He caught me staring.

I froze, my eyes wide. Quickly, I stood up and walked to nowhere. I should hit my head against the wall because I didn’t know what I was doing anymore.

Percy was right. It seemed I liked Martil. I liked him very much and the tendons of it were growing very fast and longer. The longing was becoming really intense.

I turned around again, my breath fanning hot. “Martil.” I called slowly and in a low voice.

Martil stood up. He moved so fast that I barely noticed the change in position. All I knew were my back being slammed against the wall.

“Stop tempting me….” He trailed the tip of his nose against some strands of my hair.

I drew in breath. “I am not.” I said,

“You don’t know what you are doing, Corley.”

“Why are you fighting it?” I asked.

He hissed, “You are my stepsister.”

I tore away from him with the strength I didn’t know I had. “Stop it.” My tone was harsh.

“You know that’s the truth.”

I closed my eyes and opened them. “You think I don’t know that? But I can’t deny the attraction. I can’t.” My lips were trembling as I stared at his.

“We should—“

“Was that why you never replied me? Because of the kiss?” I questioned.

The look on his face told me all of it. He was seriously fighting it. And I couldn’t blame him. Maybe I was just too stupid to think the attraction between us will lead to anything stable.

I sighed and turned around to leave.

“Fuck!” He groaned, grabbing my arm as he slammed my hands upwards against the wall.

I gasped. The jacket button flew off. I stared down in something indescribable at my displayed breasts.

“There’s no going back, Corley.” He whispered.

“I want you…” I whispered back.

He kissed me instantly and I melted. There was really no going back this time, I hoped.