EroticReverie

Lark Avery

"How do you even know where I live?" I ask as the SUV pulls up right outside of my apartments. I'd moved into a new apartment a few months ago, and never updated Javier with the news. 

"I always know where you are Little Bird." he says without answering my question. 

I just roll my eyes and get out of the SUV, Javier following me. 

"We have two hours before I need to be on the jet and on my way back." he says. 

"You..YOU have two hours, I'm not going anywhere." I say angrily as I walk to the sidewalk and punch in the code to let myself in. 

"Make it easy, or make it hard, that's up to you, but either way, you're coming home with me." Javier says and I grit my teeth, pulling the door open.

"I'm not leaving!" I yell over my shoulder, Javier strides through the door behind me. 

"Again. Make it easy , or make it hard. Either way. You come home, with me. " he says as I punch the up button on the elevator. 

It's automatically  ready, the doors opening and Javier slips inside with me and I'm so mad that I'm shaking. Mad that he's here after two years away from him, mad that I had convinced myself I didn't fucking love this man, yet here he is, fucking my shit up again, demanding me to come "home". Mad that he's right, that his home , IS my home. It's the only place I've ever felt truly safe. It didn't matter that he was a drug lord, didn't matter that everyone that came into that mansion was armed with multiple weapons at any given time. Javier took care of me, made sure I was safe, when he didn't have to. My eyes fill with tears as I punch the button to the sixth floor. I was mad that I'd let myself believe Travis was a good guy. Mad that Javier was right, I had settled for Travis. Mad that yet again, Javier shows up, right when I need him most, proving to me that he's some kind of hot, drug dealing guardian angel. 

I know that in two hours I'm going to be on his jet. I know that my life in this shitty city, with this shitty apartment will be over , that he's going to take me back with him, just like he said, the easy way, or the hard way. He'd never hurt me, but he'd also never let me hurt myself. And if he left me here, he'd be doing just that, allowing me to make shitty decisions for myself, just so I can try to pretend that I don't need him. 

"I have a roommate." I say, my voice tight, as I hold back the tears in my eyes. 

"I know. I'll take care of it." Javier says. I turn my head and look at him as the door to my floor opens. 

"She won't be able to afford the apartment without my half of the-"

"I'll take care of it Lark." Javier says, and nods to the open door, his hand swinging out, pushing at the edge of the door to keep it open and I step out and he follows. 

"I don't have my keys." I say with a large sigh. "They're back at the restaurant with my things and-" 

I stop talking as I watch Javier produce a single silver key from his pocket, and slip it into my lock.

He does NOT have a key to my place, there's no way that key will open my.....the knob turns and the door is pushed open.

"What..the ACTUAL fuck Javier?" I look at him. 

The smug bastard fights the urge to smirk, but I see it, I see the hint of it at the corner of his lips. 

"Get your things little bird." he says standing near the door, gesturing with a casual hand for me to go inside. 

"How did you get a fucking key to my apartment, my apartment i never even told you about!" I raise my voice at him. 

"Don't worry about that right now, let's go, get your things." he says, stepping in.

"Oh, im VERY much worried about it!" I say and stomp into my apartment. 

"This is so...this is NOT okay Javier!" I say. 

He pushes up his suit sleeve and flicks his wrist to look at his watch. 

"You've got a little over an hour, we'll need a bit of time to get through traffic to get to the airport." he says , completely ignoring me, then pushes his sleeve down and then looks around the apartment. 

It's dingy, but it's clean, it's nearly bare, but it's something. 

"I need a fucking cigarette." I say with a sigh. 

"You don't smoke." he says. 

I walk over to the kitchen and grab a half empty pack from the counter and he walks over. 

"I started last year." I say and he reaches up, taking the cigarettes, and then crushes them in his hands and my jaw drops. 

"what the hell!" I yell at him, my jaw setting as I glare at him, slapping the crushed pack from his hand. 

"I said...you don't smoke." he says and then I blink , realizing his meaning. He thinks he gets to tell me I can't have a fucking cigarette. 

"Listen Javier, -" I start, ready to give him a lecture about showing up here. 

"no...you listen ..little bird." he says and steps closer and his hand raises and he grabs my chin gently, tilting my head back , so I'm looking at him. 

"You're my responsibility. I keep you safe. It's what I do. Is it not?" he asks, his intense, deep brown eyes look back at me from behind long dark lashes that I always admired. God, he was so fucking pretty, Javier should have been a fucking model. His eyes, his flawless skin tone, his perfect teeth, and sharp jaw line and perfectly scruffy face. 

I nod once in answer. 

"I won't watch you poison your body. I won't watch you mistreat yourself. You do not get to destroy yourself little bird. Not on my watch." he says and I swallow, and I can feel my nipples tightening as he stands there, our bodies close, and I want to fucking scream over how bad I want him. But I know I can't have him. And he doesnt even know that not being able to have him, is killing me faster than a fucking cigarette ever could. 

"why are you here Javier?" I say, nearly a whisper. My eyes going to his mouth, back up to his eyes and his thumb slips over my chin and his and slides to my cheek, the other hand lifting to hold my face at both side softly. 

"Because...I want to bring you back home. where you belong." he says. 

I swallow. My eyes going over his features and the tattoos on his neck and I close my eyes and reopen them, and even that split second without seeing his face felt like forever, because when my eyes are on him again, it's just as devastating as it is every time I look at him. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"you know why Little Bird." he says, and I exhale, closing my eyes as he leans down. His lips pressing to my forehead.

"Get your things please." he whispers into my hair. "Let's go home."