Chapter 5 Make love to me

Adriana Jensen

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I expected him to look at me like I was crazy or admonish me for saying something like that, but his eyes were stuck on my face. "You were crying."

Releasing a harsh breath, I let go of my suitcase and walked into his room, hearing his slow footsteps behind me. Standing by his bed, I took off my hoodie and sweatpants, leaving me in the lingerie that was supposed to be for my boyfriend.

Saint didn't show any indication of being affected, but his eyes ran across my body. I knew I looked attractive. The underwear highlighted all my features and it showed a lot of skin. This was the first time I was half naked in front of a man and it happened to be Saint.

"Make love to me." I pleaded. I wasn't thinking straight and I was only doing this to get back at Benjamin but the way Saint was currently looking at me did not help with my decision-making.

"Make love to you?" He repeated. He was probably baffled seeing as I was dating his nephew.

"Yes." I didn't back down.

Saint took a few steps closer to me, making me falter. Was he finally going to throw me out of his room for talking such nonsense? I held my breath as I waited for the inevitable rejection. "I don't make love, mia cara. I fuck."

My mouth parted, but no words could come out. What did he mean by that? Were they not the same thing? And did that mean he was going to fuck me and not make love to me? "Well, then fuck me."

He took a few more steps closer until our feet were touching and I had to strain my neck to look up at him. "And why should I do that?"

I froze. Of all the possibilities I expected, I didn't expect that question. I didn't even have an answer to it and it frustrated me. "Benjamin and I broke up." I gritted out.

"How does that concern me?"

I closed my eyes tightly and pushed him gently, making him back away from me as I was tired of looking up at him. I felt embarrassed. The only possibilities I expected were two; him taking me up on the offer or throwing me out of his room. I was not ready for such questions and they made me feel stupid.

I could feel my eyes watering already. Maybe he wasn't attracted to me as well. Fab was pursuing him this afternoon. Maybe he wanted her too. They could have a threesome if he went to Ben's room at that moment.

I bit down on my lip and started putting on my clothes while he watched silently, not bothering to look away. I wished I could melt into a puddle or dig up a hole and stay buried forever.

As I finished putting on my clothes, I was about to turn around and leave when he pulled me back, making me bump into him. He lifted my chin and too stunned to talk, I could only stare at him. "What did Ben do to you?" He murmured, stroking my chin.

He just met me today and he already knew this was out of character for me. He knew Ben had done something to make me react like this. I hated Ben for making me do this. I hated his fucking entire existence.

"Nothing." I forced out, refusing to be embarrassed even further.

"Then where are you planning to go with your suitcase?"

"To find a new room to book. My parents wouldn't like it if I was in the same room as him anyway." That was a bald-faced lie.

"All the rooms are booked. If you weren't okay sharing a room with him, you should have said so this afternoon."

"Well, that was before I knew he would cheat on me with my best friend." I blurted out, stunning both of us into silence.

I turned my face away from him as the tears finally started falling. I didn't want to cry again but I couldn't help it. I still couldn't believe the fact that the girl I called my best friend would boldly sleep with my boyfriend in front of me.

"Do you mean the Fab girl?" He asked quietly. "The one that came with you on this trip?"

There was disbelief in his voice but the truth was out already and there was no need to lie further. I nodded. "I went out to get a surprise f-for Ben." I hiccuped. "B-but when I came b-back, they were having– t-they were on t-the bed, ha-having..."

"Shh," he pulled me to his chest when I couldn't continue. I didn't expect that kind of behavior from Saint but I realized I didn't know him at all for me to expect anything from him. "You don't have to say it."

"They didn't care that t-they got ca-caught." I continued anyway. "They t-told me to wait for them to finish and–"

"It's okay. Don't think about it."

I couldn't not think about it. I was certain when I slept tonight, it was all I was going to dream about. My best friend and boyfriend were in bed together. It happened to a lot of people out there but I never imagined it would happen to me. Fabiola and I were very close and I knew all the men she hung out with. I never offended her or anything so why would she do this to me? If she wanted Ben from the beginning, she should not have prompted me to go out with him.

How many others was he cheating on me with? Was it just Fab? How did she feel whenever they brought up my name during sex? Did she despise me? Or did she pity me?

"Stop thinking about it." Saint scolded, pulling away from me.

I used the sleeve of my hoodie to wipe my tears and I watched him as he walked out of the room, leaving me confused.

Minutes later, he came back in with my suitcase and a glass of water. "Drink up." He ordered, handing the glass to me.

When I was done, he took it back.

"Climb on the bed."

"W-what?"

"The bed." He gestured with his head and slowly, I did as he said. He came closer and for a minute, I thought he was going to go through with what I had asked him when I first came inside but he merely pulled the covers over me. "Sleep."

He turned to leave and I held his hand, making me halt. He arched an eyebrow at me, silently asking what was wrong. "Stay with me." I pleaded.