Ride With Me

Dimitri POV

The sweet innocent Belleza -Arabella Lucia- looks absolutely shattered yet drop-dead gorgeous when I roll the windows down.

Standing at five feet eight, Arabella Lucia has always pulled the sweet girl look so well that you couldn't tell her mature age. She wears innocently seductive outfits which comprise shorts or mini skirts or bottoms, and tank tops with fancy blazers, with her blonde hair always prim and proper.

The first time I saw her was at the college library. She caught my eye as her deep hazel eyes transfixed me. She was reading a book called "The Girlfriend Exchange". She had in between her full pouty pink lips, a lollipop. She always had it in when she was reading or doing some classwork. It's not against the rules but something about it always makes me envious.

I have found myself staring at her more than once since that day, imagining the lollipops she takes to be something much bigger and thicker, wrapped around those swollen pink lips. Something belonging to the southern part of my body.

The next time I saw her, she was without the lollipop, in a black romper with her hair roots dyed purple, and was trying to sneak out of my house after a night with my brother.

Fuck.

How fucked up is it that I'm thinking this way about her? Yes, she is mature but she is still ten years younger than me, and anytime I see her with him, I'm reminded of where I stand with her - a professor and maybe a friend. But I couldn't help but wonder, what if she was mine?

We have had some days where she would come to visit Blake and I became so hooked on the idea of having her around every time that I gave her a duplicated key to the apartment, all the while harboring less friendly thoughts than she had imagined.

I push the thoughts away from my mind, reminding myself that this is my student and my brother's girlfriend. Or should I say ex-girlfriend because my brother is standing half-naked in an unbuttoned shirt and pants, watching the back of Arabella's head like he is struggling between wanting to drag her to him or letting her go?

When I got to my house earlier, I opened the door and collided with someone - Arabella. I instinctively reach to curl a hand around her leg, unfortunately to a spot where her skirt doesn't cover her to prevent her from falling from the collision. That's when I saw her face and my brother's doing.

"Arabella..."I rasp. "What happened?"

The girl blinks back her tears and I realize that I am still holding her bare leg. I reluctantly tear my fingers off her skin, my palm tingling as she pulls away.

She walks past me without answering my question and is out of the door. I forced my gaze to my brother's, already speculating what had gone wrong.

"What the fuck did you do now?" I growl at him.

Just then, a rush of footsteps comes down the stairs. Blake and I both look up. I recognized Susan Miller from the cheerleading team striding down in one of my brother's shirts.

What the fuck?

"You cheated on Arabella!?" I boom at my brother, causing him to flinch at the sound of my voice.

"Mr. Rossi...I can explain," Susan tries to chirp in.

"No need." I snap my eyes at her, glaring hard. "Get the fuck back in the clothes you came in and head out of my house."

The girl gulps, strutting away without another word, unlike my brother who is still standing there with his head bowed down.

"You.." I stride to him, eating the distance between us so that I can tower over him even though we are almost the same height.

"Explain."

He looks up, with our mother's brown eyes staring back at me. My heart squeezes, parental sympathy replacing the rage for a second.

"I didn't mean to. It just happened," he murmurs, stalking off to drop himself on the couch, holding his head between his hands. "Fuck! I have to get her back."

I want to slam his head somewhere cold to knock some sense into him.

"It doesn't always just happen dumbwit. You are an adult for goodness sake. Fucking someone doesn't just happen. This was the third time, Blake." I square my shoulders, crossing my arms over my chest. "You cheated on her for the fucking third time."

"She forgave me!"

"Because she is too innocent," I remark with a warning tone. "And don't you raise your voice when you're talking to me."

He looks away, respecting me enough to not do that again. My brother is everything to me but as he grows up, I am beginning to understand how much of his mother he is made of. He is unsteady just like her, always up to no good. Just like her.

His one-time fuck comes back downstairs, this time dressed in her cheerleading uniform. She has a bag slung over her shoulder and a flush on her cheeks trying to act like she had not fucked my brother and caused his relationship to fall apart.

What is this stupid cagna still doing here? 

"See you later, Blake," she dares to say to him in front of me. "Bye, Mr. Rossi."

I don't spare her a look as the door shuts behind her.

"I'm warning you for the last time, Blake. Don't go after her. If you do, then there will be no one worse than me,"

"I don't need your permission to go after my girlfriend again. We're adults."

"Ex-girlfriend," I grind my teeth. "And you may be an adult but you're under my care and still living under my roof. Therefore, it's my rules you gotta follow."

"You're one to talk about rules," he scoffs.

It is a pity I can't ground him or do any of those things I used to punish him for his offenses anymore. I had to draw the line somewhere. He made huge proclamations about getting a job once he turned eighteen and moving out but with his impulsiveness, no job stood for him. He came scurrying back to me. He is so like his mother.

Not wishing to pick a fight with him just after returning from a hectic day, I instead choose to check on Arabella. I care about that girl more than I should. Seeing her hurt aches me.

I head out of the apartment, taking the elevator to the ground floor and going straight for my SUV. I pull the car out of the complex and don't have to drive too far before I see her walking on the pavement while chatting over the phone.

I stay watching her for some time, the sight of her in her little school- girl skirt and blazer that reaches her hips, a view that wakes my cock up. My fingers squeeze the steering wheel as I keep an eye on her.

Mia belleza.

She drops the call, flicking a strand of her long blond waist-length hair over her shoulder. My cock grows harder as twisted thoughts of wrapping those same strands around my fingers while I penetrate her from behind momentarily distract me from my charitable thoughts.

She tries to call for a cab but when none stop, I take it as my cue to stop near her. I roll the windows down, making her blink in perplexity when she sees me.

"Ride with me instead?" I said looking straight into her eyes but immediately regretting as those words came out of my mouth.