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Amelia's POV"Come on, I gat you." Someone opens their arms and helps me down from the table, wrapping an arm around my waist. When I look up to see who it is, Miguel's face appears in my vision. "My hero!" I say and he chuckles, but that doesn't sound like how my lewd king laughs. Did I just call Miguel mine?I close my eyes, open them and the real owner of the face is actually Christian. Hot Christian. Quarterback Christian. My crush Christian. "Hey" I hiccup "Hey, let's get you to the loo"He leads me to the restroom and holds the door open for me to enter. "My hero" I whisper before I enter and I can hear his chuckle even after I close the door. When I'm done, I wash my hands and take a long look at myself in the mirror. I look hot. My eyes are too bright, my lipgloss is gone but I still look hot. This wanton list isn't half bad. "You good?" Christian asks when I come out and I nod "Need some fresh air though" I tell him and he nods, taking my hand in his and leading me
Wanton Chapter 26
Miguel's POV"Fuck" I mutter for the hundredth time tonight as I lift Mia's body from the backseat of the car and she snuggles into me, murmuring to herself. I should have used the hair ribbon she gave me to tie our hands together instead of letting her out of my sight. Bianca walks forward and opens the door for me, taking a long look at her best friend snoozing in my arms and trying to hide her amusement. When she looks up and sees my frown, she shrugs "I'll get something from the kitchen to sober her up. And ice for your hand" She gestures to my bleeding knuckles and all I want to do is go back to that house and beat fucking Blake to a pulp. Instead I nod, climbing the stairs and make my way to her room. It's difficult to open the door with good girl in my arms but I manage, letting out a breath when it swings open. Walking in, I use my feet to close the door and lower her gently to the bed, slowly helping her out of her shoes and securing a pillow under her head. I'll just w
Wanton Chapter 27
Amelia's POV I knew that list was a bad idea from the moment I set my eyes on it. I knew something bad was going to happen. And now that it has, I can't bring myself to feel guilty about kissing my stepbrother. But the alcohol has worn off and reality has crawled back in. And while I don't regret finally tasting him, I don't plan to acknowledge it. Ever. It's been three days since that party and I've gone back to how I acted around Miguel in the beginning. Only this time, he's not trying to tease me to talk to him. He wants to talk. About the kiss. I can see it in every glance, every stare. Even in my dreams. And all I dream about these days is him. I've touched myself in the shower thinking about him. I've touched myself in my bed thinking about him. My body turns to concrete when he's around. All I can see is him. He looks even more addictive everyday. I swear that he's doing it on purpose. He'd tried to talk to me the next morning about it, wondering if I remembered
Wanton Chapter 28
Amelia's POVBianca thinks Miguel is asking because he wants to hear the details, so she continues talking animatedly, oblivious to the strife she's causing with every statement."Mmhmm. Yesterday, after school he asked if she wanted to go see a movie with him this evening and she said yes. Isn't that sweet?" She looks at me "Why didn't you tell him?"Because we're not talking? Because I'm avoiding him? Because I don't know?"I'm out of here" He stands up, kicking out the seat beside him and glances one last time at Bianca "See you later, Miles.""What just happened?" Bianca turns away from watching him leave to stare at me "What did you do?""Me? Why do you think I did anything?" I squeak and she frowns and folds her arms "Right. Angel storming out of here has nothing to do with you. Is that what you're telling me?""Drop it." I reply, shoving enough food in my mouth to make sure I can't speak and standing to my feet.When she doesn't stand, her arms still folded as she raises her e
Wanton Chapter 29
Amelia's POV"How the fuck did you get into–" I squint my eyes in disbelief "–you know what, don't answer that question, I know how, but you know this is creepy as hell, right?"Miguel Angel is sitting on my bed, resting on his elbows and looking at me from beneath his lashes. He's wearing a white vest and black slacks and his hair is falling over his shoulders. "You're cussing a whole lot these days? Any particular reason why?" Picking the rose from the ground, I throw it on the couch along with my bag and fold my arms, trying to give off a semblance of nonchalance when I am anything but. The confrontation is finally happening and from the glint in his eye and the fact that he breached my safe space, I know that running away is impossible. I can lock myself in the bathroom. "Don't even think about it, Amelia." I look away from the bathroom door guiltily "Do you know you only call me that when you're pissed?"He rises from the bed and I walk to the other side of the room, puttin
Wanton Chapter 30
Amelia's POVBunching up the sheets to cover my chest, I say his name and he stops mid stride, turning to look at me."That's it? You're just going to leave?""I'm not going to wait for you to throw me out of your bed come morning, Amelia."Is he being serious right now?"You're a bastard.""And you told me you liked someone else, right before you kissed me.""What the hell do you want from me?"I know what he wants to hear. He knows that I know."You know what I want, good girl."When I don't say anything, he merely rakes his eyes over my body"Goodnight, Amelia." He slams the door.I scream in frustration, wiping at my teary eyes and throw a pillow at the door.Something catches my eye on the bedside table and when I crawl towards it, my heart splits in two.It's a rose. Lying beside it is a small bag and when I look inside, I see what it is.Beef jerky.A violent sob escapes my mouth.I'm so screwed.*********************"Hey, nerd. I got you something. Mind if I sit with you toda
Wanton Chapter 31
Amelia's POV"Happy Birthday, Emilio!" Everyone cheers and I watch as my mum stands on her toes to kiss the celebrant. "They look great together." Christian says from beside me and I turn to face him. He's looking so handsome in his navy suit. "Hey" He smiles brightly and leans in to kiss my cheek "Hey you, feeling better?"Did I forget to mention that Christian came over to visit when I was sick, bearing gifts of flowers and chocolate?I'd chased him out of my room after one hour, with the excuse that I didn't want him to get whatever I was sick with. "Much" I lie "Thank you for the flowers. And the chocolate." About eighty percent of said chocolate is sitting pretty in Bianca's stomach. "It's no hardship. These babies aren't just for aesthetics. They need to lift some weight around" He flexes his muscles and I chuckle, before swallowing the remaining contents of my glass which is strictly non alcoholic. After that night, I don't foresee booze in my near future. "Have I told
Wanton Chapter 32
Amelia's POVThis was what my mum meant when she said he'd been rehearsing a tune for days.My hands fly to my mouth and I choke back a sob as the reality of the moment hits me like a train.I've fallen for him.I can't breathe.I remove Christian's hand from my waist"Amy?""Are you okay, Mimi?"Christian and Bianca say at the same time."I just need some air. I'm fine. I'll be back in ten." I squeak, shaking my head when Christian tries to come after me because I'm already running out of the house.Where do I go?Where do I escape to?How do I even handle this?I make my way to the garden, falling to my knees as the first sob escapes my lips.The next minute, arms are wrapping around me and pulling me to my feet.I know who it is.I can feel myself falling into the embrace even as my mind tells me that this shouldn't be happening.The house is filled with guests. So many people.I try to release myself from his grip, but his arms are like steel around my waist, pulling me back to h
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