I groaned as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible.

I splashed my face with some water. I wondered if I had time to put on some makeup. I decided against it and brushed my hair hurriedly.

I adjusted my navy blue sweatshirt and black leggings. Did I look good? Not really. My bags were prominent under the fluorescent lights and my hair looked flat. I grimaced. Maybe my mom was right about the hair.

I shoved my phone and small wallet in the pocket of the sweatshirt.

I left the bathroom and saw Florencio observing the few family photos we had hanging in the hallway.

"Who were you dressed for?" He asked quietly. "I won't tell mom." His smile was wicked.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I wasn't. I just felt like dressing like..." I shook my head. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

He pressed his fist to his mouth as he laughed.

"Are we gonna go?" I asked abruptly, putting my hands on my hips. "Because I could be sleeping."

"If you're so eager."

I was getting frustrated. "I'm going back to bed." I pointed back to my room. "Let yourself out."

Florencio grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. "No. Let's go." He looked welcoming but I knew it was a façade. I was falling in a trap.

So why did I let him pull me out of my house at two in the morning and into his car, I don't know.

"Where are we going?" I asked him as he started driving.

"Somewhere," he replied easily.

"What are you doing awake right now?" I didn't think he'd answer me but he did.

"I have a very...odd sleeping schedule," he murmured.

"Is it like the afternoon right now for you?"

He smiled. "Sure."

I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. "Did your family do anything like this?"

He shook his head. "I'm not telling you my life story, Parker."

"I was asleep," I reminded him. "And very comfortably too. If you remember."

He grinned. "I remember."

My face flushed. "So I deserve some decent conversation."

"Are you hungry?" He asked me suddenly.

"I—what? No. It's so early."

He nodded. "So in about an hour

or so?"

I bit my lip. "We're gonna be out for that long?"

"I have a lot to show you."

A few minutes later we pulled up to an auto shop.

Florencio got out and greeted a man at the front of the shop. I followed them.

The man had dirty blonde hair and a grease stain on his shirt and face. "I'm Danny. A pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Parker," I introduced myself. "And nice to meet you too.

He turned back to Florencio. "What can I do for you, Foster?"

Florencio grinned at me and said, "my car door it's dented. The person who did it didn't even leave a note."

I wanted to push him.

Danny nodded. "A shame. Give me your keys and you can take that car over there."

He pointed to a car that looked just like Florencio's but grey.

"You're the best." Florencio and Danny exchanged keys.

Once we were in the new car I hit Florencio's shoulder.

"Are you really that petty?" I asked him in disbelief.

He shrugged. "You obviously weren't going to do it."

I ran my hands through my hair. "Do you want money or something?"

He shook his head. "I don't want your money. I just wanted you to know."

"Know what? That you're car door is getting fixed? Also what shop is open right now? And is this all you brought me out for?" My questions obviously didn't please him because he only answered one.

"I didn't only bring you out for this," he replied, driving faster.

I held onto my seat. "Wow. Slow down."

He was driving with one hand now. "No ones on the road right now."

He took his phone out of his pocket and started to text someone.

My heart was going to fly out of my chest. "No! Don't text and drive." By a miracle I managed to snatch his phone away.

I put his phone in my pocket and he just shoved his hand in there and took it out.

I jerked as his hand was on my stomach.

"I'm in the middle of a very important conversation," he grunted, opening his phone.

I took it out of his hand again and he had to let me unless he wanted to swerve and hit the only other car.

I made the bold decision to shove his phone in my bra.

He lifted his hand up and I jerked again. He put it down.

"Now I really can't get it? Can I?" He smirked.

"Your phone is freezing," I observed, crossing my arms, trying to warm myself up.

"Give it back to me then," he said. "Simple solution."

"I'm not going to die in a car crash because the driver was texting."

He scoffed. "I'm not going to let us die."

He was driving us out of town. "Are you taking me to your house?" The thought excited me for some reason.

"So excited." He hummed.

"If I'm spending the night again I want some clothes to sleep in." I said this with a burning face.

"To steal more of my clothes?"

I scoffed. "I said I would change." I suddenly felt nervous. "I-if you want your clothes back I can give them to you."

He shook his head. "Keep them. You look good in my clothes."

I ignored him and my flushed face. "When did you get into this stuff?"

He laughed and I found that I liked it. A lot. "Why are you so curious?"

"I just want to know more about you," I said quietly.

His laugh was gone and so was his smile. "You don't need to know more about me. You have everything you need."

"I know your name. And that you have my number. When were you on my phone to get it?"

"When you were sleeping." He smiled. "It's like the second you close your eyes, you turn and grab on to the nearest thing."

"Don't be so flattered," I scoffed. "I didn't mean to."

"I liked it," he said, his voice rough. "A lot."

I don't think my face wasn't ever not burning when we were together. "If I'm spending the night, I want my own room." I don't know why I was planning to stay the night. Florencio could turn on me and kidnap me, couldn't he? How did I know he wasn't doing that right now?

"No." He grinned. "I think I'll keep you in my room."

"And do what?" I asked him. I was suddenly brought back to our conversation when we were in the hotel parking lot.

"I don't think you want to know," he replied, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Maybe I liked Florencio so much because he took initiative, he was demanding and lived life like wanted to. Nothing was stoping me from that life. Maybe I was just a coward.

We soon pulled up to his expensive home and I got out and walked to the front door.

He followed me, close behind me.

We must have looked silly. I was so uncertain and shy, but Florencio was confident as he walked behind me. I felt his eyes on me.

I went to open the door and felt like an idiot when it didn't open. I turned to him, my chin high. "The door."

He walked closer to me till I was trapped between him and the door. His chest pressed to mine as he unlocked the door.

"A little close," I squeaked.

He pulled back slightly and his nose brushed mine. "I mean, we are going to be sharing a bed tonight. And we know where you'll end up in the morning."

I felt embarrassed that I let him know I wanted to be with him. In his bed. "I want my own room still," I said, trying to make myself sound as defiant as I could.

He laughed softly and pushed open the door, making me fall back but he caught me in his arms.

"You're so warm," he hushed, his cold hands biting into my sides. He shut the door with his foot and I felt like a mouse. And he was a lion.

His hands traveled higher and I jerked when his finger tapped his phone in my bra.

"I want this back," he said. His voice was quiet and demanding.

"Like you wanted your car door fixed?" I asked him and I felt giddy as I did.

"I had to do that myself," he reminded me and I squealed when his fingers pressed into my hip. I pulled away from him. They way he was touching me...like I was his.

I turned and quickly walked up the stairs, breathless when I got to the top. I found another bathroom that wasn't in Florencio's room. This bathroom was also connected to a room with a bed. I would sleep here.

After some rummaging under the sink, I found a toothbrush in the package still and a travel size toothpaste. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with a bar of soap, new of course.

I left the bathroom and walked to the end of the bed, taking off my shoes and socks.

I crawled on the bed and laid down, trying to sleep. I had my back to the door and I felt a wave of excitement wash over me. The thought of Florencio walking in here made me excited yet nervous.

I heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed.

I felt the bed dip as he got on.

I felt his hands grab my shoulder and pull me on my back. I opened my eyes and watched as he put his hands on either side of my head.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked.

"I said I wanted my own room," I breathed.

"And I said no."

I felt heat rush through me. "I-I—"

"Are you so afraid of what will happen in my room?" He pressed. I gasped when I felt his hand sneak under my sweatshirt. I wasn't wearing a shirt under.

"What I'll do to you?" His voice dropped to a rough whisper. His fingers traveled up my side and his slipped under the side of my bra. I couldn't breathe.

"I'll be gentle. I promise." He grabbed his phone and his hand wasn't under my sweatshirt anymore.

I felt so violated but I liked it. I was crazy.

He got off of me and grabbed my hands, pulling me up. He grinned and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

I squealed. "Florencio! Put me down! I'm too heavy."

He suddenly dropped me on a bed. I remembered this room as his.

I noticed he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

I blushed. "Should I be?"

His eyes narrowed. "You're in my bed aren't you? In my house? All alone with me."

I liked the idea and I wanted to slap myself for it.

When I didn't answer, he continued, "I can do whatever I want."

I sat up slowly. "Is that why you brought me here?" I didn't have any experience in that area. I was such a loser, I haven't even been kissed before.

He bit his lip. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I started to hyperventilate and I swear I almost passed out when he told me to take off my sweater.

"Excuse me?" I breathed, blood roaring in my ears.

He turned away from me and went to his closet. He threw me a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"And get dressed here?" I asked quietly.

He smirked and leaned against the doorframe of the closet door. "You can."

I should've gotten up and ran away. Taken his car and drove back home. I should have slapped Florencio. Something other then taking my phone and wallet out of pocket, and placing them on the night stand.

He watched me carefully as I grabbed the end of my sweatshirt and lifted it up slowly. I felt naughty. I felt like my age.

I took off my sweatshirt and it left me in my purple bra. The straps were lace. It was a regular bra. One I wore everyday. I didn't feel sexy in it at all but the way Florencio was staying at me made me feel sexy.

Florencio's eyes were dark. His jaw was clenched. "Pants too."

I obeyed him and took them off. My underwear matched my bra.

Florencio started to walked towards me. He got on the bed and straddled me. I was forced to lay on my back unless I wanted his face to be touching mine.

I breathed out harshly as he gripped my jaw and forced me to look at him.

Grip me harder.

"I can't seem to keep my hands off of you," he murmured.

I was able to breathe again when he got off me and left he room, slamming the door shut with so much force I flinched.