Mr Dark Desires. Possessives
Decisions
“Why did you do this to your own best friend?” Ayana asked Juan while squinting her eyes did not understand. What this guy really wants. The longer they spoke, the more Ayana did not understand Juan's line of thought.
He is a complicated and difficult figure to guess. And also dangerous. The last thing is something that many people already know.
“Did he ever make a mistake on you until you treated him like an enemy?” Ayana asked again. What kind of world are they living in that there is no one they can trust?
“No,” Juan says honestly. “Actually I did something wrong to him.”
Ayana was getting more and more clueless. “I don't understand.”
“You don't need to understand, little flower,” Juan chuckles as he rubs Ayana's head and this action takes the girl by surprise. Not because of the call Juan made, but because he didn't think Juan could be so gentle with him.
“What if I don't want to do it?” Ayana asked even more boldly now. Maybe because the soft side Juan showed him just now or because Ayana was tired of being the intimidating side.
“Then I will ask Carlos to hand you over to me,” Juan replied with a smile on his handsome face. “Let's have a little secret between the two of us anyway, so nobody else should know about this, right?”
“I don't want to have secrets with you.” Ayana brushed Juan's hand off her head and looked at him fiercely.
“Then I'll assume that you want to be by my side,” Juan comes to a casual conclusion. “If you think I look a lot better than Carlos, think back. Because after all, the rotten people out there will be more afraid of my name than his name.”
After saying this Juan took back the gun he had placed on the table and walked away.
“Rethink my offer,” Juan said before he finally turned around and his figure disappeared behind closed doors, leaving Ayana who was still fixated with a confused face and did not understand what decision she should take.
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When the ringing of the cell phone near Carlos ears cried out nonstop for dozens of times, only then did consciousness greet him and this made the man immediately stutter and rise from the bed with a sick head and blurred vision. He drank too much last night.
“Ya?” greet Carlos at the caller on the other end with a hoarse voice that was still sleepy. “Hm?” then his eyes turned to his wrist, where a watch from the latest brand output coiled there. “I'll be there later tonight,” he replied.
After that, Carlos continued the conversation for a while before he finally hung up the phone and rubbed his face violently.
But, the first thing he realized was; there was no one by his bedside. Ayana wasn't there.
Realizing this and remembering that he had not locked the door at all, Carlos immediately jumped out of his bed and rushed to find the girl.
“AYANA! AYANA!” Shouted Carlos frantically, a thousand and one chances were chasing inside his head and a sense of annoyance began to erupt in his chest. He doesn't want to lose the girl, as she is the key for him to avenge Juan.
But all the panic disappeared when Carlos heard Ayana's soft voice calling out her name from behind the bathroom door.
“What's up?” ask Ayana in a soft voice.
The girl was standing wearing a white bathrobe and her long black hair was lying on her head. He looks sweet if the bruises around his neck, hands and face are not visible.
“Is this me doing it?” Carlos walked up to Ayana and touched the side of her face that looked blue.
Ayana grimaced as Carlos' rough, cold hand touched the bruises on her face. “Iya,” Ayana replied without hiding her expression of pain.
Hearing that, Carlos hardened his jaw. His drinking habit has always made him this way and this time, Carlos does not really want him to end up hurting Ayana.
“Change your clothes, we will go to the hospital,” Carlos said while holding back his emotions.
“To the hospital?” Ayana gasped in disbelief. Why does Carlos seem to care about him? Is he coming under the influence of alcohol and not fully aware of what he is saying or going to do now?
“Yes, change your clothes,”, Carlos said again in a somewhat irritated tone because Ayana questioned it. He then walked to the bathroom to wash his face so he felt more conscious than he had drunk last night.
However, after Carlos finished and came out of there, he still found Ayana standing in the same position.
“What are you doing?” carlos asked, astonished to see that Ayana was not moving at all. “Didn't I tell you to change clothes and we're going to the hospital? Why are you still standing there?”
Ayana lifted her head and looked at Carlos with an expressionless face while saying, “you ruined the dress I wore last night so I could not wear it anymore and I also did not bring a change of clothes, either,” reply Ayana. She glanced at the unfortunate dress that Carlos had broken last night, the dress just dumped on the floor.
Meanwhile, Carlos followed Ayana's gaze and looked at the dress. Irritatedly the man clicked his tongue and immediately searched for his phone.
Carlos spoke quickly on the phone, ordering something.
“Someone will come here to deliver clothes for you,” Carlos said quickly after he hung up his phone. “I'll see Juan for a while and I want when I get back, you're ready.”
Ayana looked at Carlos who was walking towards the door in a hurry. But, before he actually left, the man turned around and stared intently at Ayana.
“I didn't hear your answer. Do you understand?” Carlos repeated his response, this time he used a rougher tone on Ayana.
“I understand,” replied Ayana immediately who then got the nod of approval from Carlos.
“I'll be back soon,” murmured Carlos before closing the door.
From inside, Ayana could hear the sound of a locked door. Carlos locked it in this hotel room and it wasn't a surprise to Ayana.
The surprising thing for the girl was; finding herself thinking of what plan she had to do to get rid of Carlos.
Was agreeing to Juan's request and cooperating with him the right decision?
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