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Whoa baby. His breath feels so good against my skin... Hold up. Why are we moving so fast? And why does it feel so good? Why do I want the rest of him against me?
Is there some sort of medicine I can take to stop feeling so horny? Holy water should do.
"Adrian, stop," I breathe. "A cockalorum means a boastful person who's full of themselves."
"Hm," He hums. I close my eyes, and feel this heat of his breath against my neck. It's sending chills down my entire body. Then he unravels his arms from my body. I resist pouting even if I want more hugs.
His hugs are so much better than mine. I want him so badly- No, stop. You don't. Chill. I shake away thoughts of him and me, and turn back to Luna and Anna who are smirking at me.
"That wasn't steamy enough," Anna comments. "But I'll give you a B+ for trying."
"What do you want me to do? Go to bed with him?"
"Yes," Both Luna and Anna say at the same time.
I close my ears. "Stop, my virgin ears can't listen to all these dirty things." Virgin ears? Please, my mind has become thirsty for Adrian by now, I don't even know what I'm talking about.
"Oh please, I'm a virgin too and I've watched stripper movies too many times to count," Luna scoffs. I have to take a second to admire her eyes. They're so beautiful and dark, I could never. I wish I had dark features like Anna and Luna.
Anna's black hair, brown eyes, olive skin make her look dangerous. And Luna's black hair and dark eyes make her look like a goddess. My blonde hair, blue eyes and beige skin make me look like a ghost.
"Ooh, are the strippers hot?" I ask, eagerly. Luna giggles, and shrugs.
"Sometimes they disappoint. Most of the girls are really hot though."
"Ooh, you're into girls too."
"Yeah, I go both ways. Makes being in a relationship so much easier," She winks. I chuckle.
Blake kisses Anna on the top of her head as he walks by. Please, give it a break. Adrian and Blake are still playing a game on their phones. Probably Subway Surf. Too bad I don't have my phone, because I had a shit load of games on there.
After a while of talking, Anna gets a phone call and disappears somewhere to attend it. Dylan and Luna are making conversation, and Blake and Adrian are playing games.
Well... I feel left out... Maybe I could just go window shopping? Yeah, that would be great. I awkwardly get up, making sure not to disturb anyone and begin to walk out of the food court.
I should also plan on starting to look for a job. I was planning to look for one anyway. Fuck what Adrian says, I'm a strong and independent woman who is going to earn her own living. Just because he's keeping me in a mansion doesn't mean shit.
I'm not fucking golddigger, I'm capable of earning for myself. No matter how much I'm beginning to like him, there's a difference between liking him for him, and liking him for his money.
But just to be clear, I don't like him. Well, I won't like him until he gives me back the freedom he stole from me. That's that.
Ooh, that shirt looks very nice. So does that shoe... Should I really go buy it...? I shouldn't be wasting money on things like that. I shake my head and walk away from the store.
I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I'm ready scream bloody murder until I see the tattoo on his wrist. It's Adrian. "I was worried... I thought you were kidnapped or something."
"Oh no, I've already checked off 'get kidnapped' from my bucket list," I reply sarcastically. "By 'or something' did you think I escaped or something?"
"No... yes."
"First of all, you're totally right to think that because what you did was completely wrong. And second of all, yes, I would totally escape. But third of all, I will never tell anyone about what I saw, so you're just wasting money keeping me in your drool worthy palace," I rant.
"What if I want you there?"
"That still doesn't excuse what you did. I have a life you know. I had so many plans. Fuck, I even got accepted into an amazing college, and I wanted to save up money by working over the summer, but no! Nothing is going the way I want it to, and it sucks! I... I... I just want a normal life..." Don't cry. Don't fucking cry in front of Adrian. You've already done so this morning when you had a panic attack.
Nope. That didn't work, here come the tears. And it's more embarrassing because of the fact that we're literally in the mall, with me now leaning against a wall, while Adrian stares at me.
"Is it bad that I want a normal life?" I ask through sobs. "Wouldn't you give up all this for a clean life?"
"Fine." That doesn't answer my question but it's okay, he's got the spirit.
"What?"
"You can work, you can save up money, and you can go to college."
"Really?" I wipe the snot off my nose and tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. What? It's natural.
"But on one condition."
Of course there's a condition! I've never heard of a deal without one. "What?"
"My men will trail you and you return to my mansion every day. I cannot trust you. Yet. For all I know, you're a witness that could blow my whole list of illegal activities. Is that clear?" His eyes grow darker and meaner as he explains his conditions. It's almost as if... Never mind. It's nothing. This is not the softie I got to know today. He means business.
Well, it's not that bad. I mean, I'll just have a bunch of men following me all day and I'll have to return to a glorious mansion everyday. Sounds pretty good. I can work it out more later. "Okay."
"Now bring it in." He opens his arms, his eyes lightening up a little. I walk into his embrace, and just for fun, I wipe my tears onto his shirt.
"Does this mean I also get a phone?"
"I'll tap it."
"What if I watch porn on it?" I smirk.
"I'll close my eyes."
Okay. It's not like I'll snitch on him or anything, so there's not much to worry about. And I don't really text people. I like talking face to face. It's still angering. He has no right to invade my privacy, but it's alright.
I'll exploit his weaknesses later. And I'll pair it with earning his trust and BAM! I'm a free bird.
But for now, it's alright.
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"I think a tracker is really unnecessary," I groan.
"It's not a fucking tracker. It's a gorgeous little bracelet," Adrian reasons. I'm supposed to be at work in an hour, and he's making sure that he can see where I am. Through a tracker.
"I'll throw it in the garbage."
"You wouldn't dare, it was twenty thousand dollars."
"I don't care. I'm being tracked, and that's weird."
"Fine, stay here," He scoffs while crossing his arms. That's hot. No stop, you're mad at him.
"Okay, fine, I'll wear the fucking bracelet."
"Good. See, it even has your name in script with diamonds in it. People are gonna think it was from your boyfriend." My eyes shoot up to his face, and I try to read it. But the damn fucker doesn't show any expressions.
Even if he does, they're confusing as fuck. "Blake said he'll drop you off."
"Did he really say that? He wouldn't miss a minute with Anna," I raise an eyebrow. Adrian half smiles.
"I blackmailed him."
"Ooh, spill the tea dude."
"Don't call me dude."
"Spill the tea."
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
"Stop copying my thing!"
"No."
"I'll punch you."
"No."
"It'll hurt. It'll make a man like you cry."
"No."
I flip a middle finger at him and head towards the red car. Because black cars mean bullets and end with me driving and Adrian having a heart attack.
I get into the passenger seat, with Blake in the driver seat. "Welcome to Blake's taxi services. I hope you enjoy your ride... Please put on your seatbelt because it'll save you from dying and going to hell."
"Bitch, I'm from hell," I retort. "And I'm not paying anything."
"It's okay. I'll get my money from stripping."
"In front of Anna?"
"Only her."
Aw, they're so cute at times. But then at other times, it gets really annoying. But right now, it's cute. "Did Adrian put a tracker on you?"
"Sadly, yes, I'm being fashionably tracked."
"It's okay. Just go to a strip club and he'll have a heart attack," He winks. I laugh, because it's true. The man gets strangely protective of me, and I'm not sure why. I remember when I told him I wanted to watch a stripper movie when we got back from the mall a few days ago, and he kept telling me to close my eyes when the stirpping scenes came along.
Of course I didn't close my eyes, but you get the idea.
"He tapped my phone, so I'm definitely playing porn on it. Not watching it of course, I'm a good child with clean thoughts."
Yeah right. As if that's accurate. Blake immediately maneuvers the car into a parking spot in the smoothest way possible. "Yeah, I'm a driving god," He brags. "Now, now. Please no pictures. I know that I'm hot and amazing and all."
"Would you do something for a fan?"
"Anything for a fan," He grins cockily.
"Teach me how to drive."
His smile quickly fades away and is replaced with a look of horror.
"No way. I saw how shaken Adrian was when you drove. I want to remain in one piece thank you."
"Anything for a fan," I bat my eyelashes and smile.
"I'll see you after work."
"Great. Thanks."
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a/n: ayyyyy, more blakey wakey in this chapter!
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