“Listen to me, you stupid baby girl.” he barks with madness while uniting his shirt after a dinner with your mother and his father. “You’re new here, and I don’t pretend to control everything just because this is my father’s house, but my rules are simple.” he turns to you, his white shirt open to reveal his muscular body and smooth skin.

It’s not like you never saw it, every time he gets out the bathroom wearing only a towel, yes, he has a damn hot boy, but It’s not the first boy you see. Since your mother married another man, his father, you moved to live here, in a rich and modern villa.

“One: you can’t enter in my room. Isn’t that simple?” he hiss very irritated, in this only one month you understood that he’s very private with his things, almost like he’s hiding his past.

What makes you gasp is when he take just one step towards you and grabs you by the neck, his whole hand wrapped around your throat in a soft but firm grip. “I don’t want to find you in my room ever again. Because like I respect your spaces, you must do the same, clear?”

Damn, he’s so close he can smell the scent of your shampoo, he always thought you’re a beautiful girl, with silky hair and perfect skin, a perfect proportionate body, but he doesn’t want to do some bullshits like always.