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His Tesoro

His Tesoro

Neha

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"She got swept away by the storm in his eyes Drowning in his hurricane kisses It was the most beautiful disaster ever" In which he lurks in the dark hidden away from her, playing the role of her guardian angel, protecting her and most importantly preserving her for himself for when the right time came. In which she has the naivety of a rabbit and the personality of a cotton candy but she has her own big demons which chase her every day. Author: Neha Publisher: i&i Publisher

Chapter 1 One

Zachary:

I kept a watchful gaze on her as she settled into the bus to go back to her crappy old apartment and to her prostitute mother who abused her mentally and physically. I swear once she's with me I will treat her like a queen or even better than a queen and her mother is going to get it for treating her like she's a slave.

I have feelings for this girl . Heck scratch that who am I kidding I love her with all my heart. I was attracted to her since she was sixteen, when she stumbled upon me at the cafe and soon as I looked into those beautiful blue grey orbs of her a desire was awoken in me which demanded her at any costs , made me protective over her as I didn't want any vile creature to taint her beauty and innocence , I preserved it for myself.

At first I tried fighting my vile urges and desires for this girl but one can only fight his heart's desires for so long. I was no different . She is my temptation and as they say that the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it , resist it and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has resisted itself from. I yielded.

She is seventeen now and I am 30 , call me a pedophile or a sick bastard . I won't deny any of those because I am a sick bastard . I am sick for her and I don't even care anymore , I just want her no matter the cost.

She has developed into a much more beautiful woman now since she was sixteen. She has long black hair which went all the way to her hips that made her stand out even more and adding to the innocence in her alluring grey blue eyes . With her button nose and those full luscious lips I fantasize to kiss, she is so innocent and adorable that it makes me want to keep her all to myself and protect her from this cruel world. Everything about her is so perfect.

She is my Tesoro, my treasure which I would cherish forever just like a greedy man does for his treasure and worldly wealth.

Since then I have watched her from a distance ,waiting for the right time . I had my security with her as well without her knowing and it's been more than a year since my security follows her but her naive mind just couldn't comprehend the men that daily followed her .

She would usually be at the dinner she worked at around three to seven, in the morning she would be at her school but for now it's her three months holiday for the so-called Summer of Colorado as it is still nine degrees over here.

I don't think I can keep the desire for in me chained any longer as I am getting restless to be near her at all times , taking care of her and the watching from a distance isn't keeping me at bay , it always keeps me at edge thinking that somehow she would be harmed and I would lose her forever .

Claire

I got off the bus at the next terminal and started walking towards my old apartment. The whole time I couldn't help the feeling of getting watched by someone and I get this feeling quite every day but I shrug it off as per being paranoid .

As I entered the first thing that hit me was the pungent smell of alcohol. Joy.

Such a fantasy to think she would be sober.

I walked into the living room and found my mother sitting on the couch with blood shot eyes, still taking swigs of beer.

I walked towards her and attempted to take the bottle of cheap liquor out of her hand because I wanted her sober for once at least , she is my mother and I care about her well-being and it pains me to see her like that no matter how horrible of a mother she makes.

She was the mistress of a wealthy businessman who was already married , they had an agreement of no strings attached relationship but my mother fell in love with him though she never confessed . Then my mother got pregnant with me which was not at all planned . When my 'father' got to know of this he left my mother with nothing and vanished. She was so deeply in love with him that her love blinded her from seeing that he didn't love her and he just left at the time she needed him the most instead , she blamed me and still does.

"Go away leave me alone your worthless hoe ! Let me drown my sorrows , what more do you want you have already taken away my everything" she seethed out and I gulped.

"No Mom, you've had enough for today , you've been drowning your sorrows for years now" I said and the next thing I see or felt for that matter was a slap and a hard one at that, leaving a bad stinging sensation.

"You don't tell me what to do, you worthless girl , you've ruined my life enough!�� she said and I cringed but still tried to get her steadied.

"You piece of shit leave me alone!", she said and slapped me again, that did it. Fine if she wants to get drunk and be left alone, okay then and with that I left without a word to my shoe box sized room.

It consists of a single bed a small side table and a drawer containing all my clothes, this is the best we could afford or more like I could afford since all my mother does is drink that cheap wine and get drunk while I work at a dinner. Struggling to earn money while going to college and trying to focus on my studies, also doing part time jobs to pay up for college .

I laid down on the bed and thought about the person who bought me lunch and breakfast every day and at that a very healthy and good one. Yes that's right! Someone just delivers it to me without a word every day and I am thankful as I wouldn't be able to afford any of it , I hope I would meet that man and thank him for his courtesy one day.

With that wishful thought I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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