28 : wetting panties

— Everleigh

I kept glancing at Sasha the entire ride, but I didn't say a word. Blame it on the tension or the furrowed brows on his face as he drove way beyond the speed limit, I just knew I shouldn't... even despite the million questions on my mind. So, instead, I tried to settle in the loud silence and allowed my own thoughts to run freely.

But as time passed, I tried to suppress the urge, but every after sharp turn or swerve between lanes without a blinker like a damn maniac, I needed to know what the hell just happened and what was his damn problem.

"Are you trying to kill us?" I finally spoke up with a raised brow. There was no way I could stay quiet for so long. Sasha barely glanced my way, and his eyes were far from friendly—they were deadly.

"What did I do to you?" I asked the question that had been surfacing my mind since I got in the car. His attitude was so obvious, it was slapping me in the face.

Shut up, Everleigh!

We arrived back at his place and as his tires crunched against the pavement to park his car, I folded my arms across my chest.

There was an inner battle raging in my mind as the silence grew louder and thicker, choking me with its arrogance. The tighter it squeezed, the more it forced words right out of me. "If anything, I should be upset. Like Kyle, really? He creeps me the hell out and just looking at him gives me chills—NOT the good kind. How could you do that to me? And then make me unexpectedly meet your boss and his wife? You weren't yourself around them and I could tell. You weren't Sasha, you were Kayo—"

"Get it through your fucking head, Everleigh, I am Kayo!" Sasha yelled. "I've been Kayo! I'm not that little ass kid anymore. Grow the hell up!"

"Excuse the hell out of me. Who do you think you're talking to because you damn sure ain't talking to me," I told him with a pointed look.

He let out a loud breath of annoyance and turned his car off. He didn't say another word as he opened his car door and got out, making sure to slam it shut behind him. I quickly got out of his vehicle and hurried behind him as he made his way to his front door and into his apartment.

"Sasha!" I called infuriated out of my mind.

He sharply turned around with rage pouring out of him like water. His nose was flared and his eyes were narrowed as he stalked up to me, towering over me with ease. I pulled my shoulders back and held my head up higher as I glared right back at his ass.

"You have one more time to call me Sasha," he threatened.

"Or what, hmm? You gonna beat me up like you do everyone apparently? You're gonna kick me out on the streets? What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Spank you. Hard."

I gulped. I hated the way my anger oozed out of me, and replacing it was nothing other than hunger. A tingle awoke my core, and it didn't take a genius to know that the last thing it wanted to do was sleep.

"I'm not afraid of you," I said. His brows rose. He took a step closer to me and I stood my ground, narrowing my eyes. He was so close that I could feel his breath fan my face ever so slightly.

"You should be," he told me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm not, Sasha," I stated sternly.

It was like a stare-down, each of us fighting for dominance through a heated gaze. Neither of us were backing down and each second that passed, our stance only grew stronger.

Out of nowhere, he placed his hand on my waist and turned me around with ease. Sasha slammed the front door shut and pushed me against it. I held out my hands to break the impact, holding onto the door while he held my hip in his hand and used the other hand to gently urge me forward so I was slightly bent at the waist.

Before I knew it, his hand came down on my ass. I gasped, not only because I hadn't expected him to actually do it, but also because I hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as I did. I bit down on my lip to stop any sounds from creeping out. Just after he spanked me, the palm of his hand moved to caress my bottom ever so gently.

"Keep trying me," Sasha dared me. I had dipped my toe in the water, but the temptation to jump in was clawing at me.

"How so, Sasha?" I said innocently even though my thoughts were far from such. His hand came up and I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact. One second turned into two which then turned into thirty. I slowly peeled back my eyelids as Sasha's hand returned to massage my ass. His hands were so big that he was able to grip a good amount of my cheek.

"Do you enjoy this?" he asked me, completely taking my off guard.

"Enjoy... what?"

"You know what." I could just hear the annoyance in his tone.

"Sorry, but you're going to have to be a little more specific," I said.

"Do you enjoy me touching you in this way—spanking you, caressing you?" he asked. I turned around to face him which was a really stupid idea because my eyes were immediately at his pink, plump lips that had a little gloss to them from probably licking them recently. I wanted to lick them.

His hands moved up from my ass to my waist where he held me in place, right up against the door with my breast pressed up against his chest.

"No," I lied, shaking my head back in forth.

"Don't lie to me," he told me authoritatively. I shifted my gaze from his lips to his eyes to see he had been staring at my lips just like I had been staring at his.

"I'm not," I attempted to say sternly but it came out as a weak whisper. I was only sabotaging myself, and I just couldn't believe it. I had never been to type of person that so easily succumbed to their desires. I always talked the most crap about those who thought with their parts rather than their minds, but there I was... no different.

Only Sasha could bring that out of me like a fire that went out only to start again through a spark Sasha could only create. Flashing lights and sirens went off in my head, alerting me that being in close proximity to this man was entering a danger zone. If I didn't move immediately, I would be far too gone to ever escape.

"You are," he said, his voice growing darker and huskier. I honestly wished the darkness of his tone that whispered a promise to the do the naughtiest things to me had scared me, but all it did was excite me. And that, in itself, was the scariest thing about it.

"Sasha..." I whispered. Damn it! I said it again, almost subconsciously wanting to test the waters to see how far this would go. In a battle between logic and need, logic had already surrendered and ran out the door.

"Fuck, Evie!" He slammed his hand against the door right beside my face. I didn't flinch and I didn't move. I stood there with my gaze never faltering. "Do you know what you do to me?"

"Do you know what you do to me?" I thought to myself.

"What do I do to you?" I dared say.

"Your touch, your eyes, your lips, your fucking scent... you drive me insane," he began. To prove his point, he leaned in closer to take in more of my smell. "It's addicting, and it has been addicting since the moment I met you. I've never been addicted to a single thing in my life--not alcohol, not drugs, nothing but you."

"Are you just delivering your 'I want to get in your pants' speech? Save it for your groupies," I told him. With that, I stepped away from him, heading toward his room where I desperately wanted to take a shower. I left him there all alone and shut his bathroom door closed, making sure to lock it behind me.

I got no answers about that dinner. All I got was wet panties and a reflection of a girl who desperately needed to get laid.

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