9

Alex, in time, had grown to listen to her gut. It was a rare instinctual feeling, but it didn't mean that it wasn't always there.

For example, one of this feelings, were to ignore Paris. No matter how many times he begged her to talk to him. No matter how many times he strived for her attention, even if she wanted to rip him apart and fuck him till he hated her.

She had played this game before with others, and she would play it again.

Currently, another thing that she knew she should have done, was stay the night with Marcos. He was her peace, her safe place.

But Alex also knew she'd hate herself for leaving her Mother all alone in their house, without her being there.

So she returned home.

And regretted it the morning she woke up.

She had slept well, something that rarely ever happened, and in the good mood she was in, decided to wear a knit off shoulder large sweater with a skirt and thigh high white socks that had a ribbon on the top.

She even packed her hair in two, adding some make-up while she took her purse and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

At first glance, the place was spotless, just the way she left it, and when she went through the fridge, there was barely anything left so she made a mental note to buy something later.

And that was when Adriana decided to walk in.

"Gonna go slut up in school, huh?"

Alex froze for a second bent over with her head in the fridge but stood erect eventually and closed the door before turning to her Mother.

The woman still had on the clothes Alex changed her into last night. Except now, it was stained with sweat and something else, while she had her hands wrapped around her thin body.

And God, she stunk. "Good morning —,"

Adriana walked up to her daughter and spat straight into her face, snarling as she spoke with her alcohol laced breath, "Just like your fucking Father. Dressing to get the attention of a white rich boy as well. Maybe you're as diseased as he is, and you'd want a girl."

Alex closed her eyes for a second then wiped the spittle off her face, making a mental note to use wipes later. "There's nothing to eat so I don't know if you'd just wait for me or I'd order —"

"With what money?" Adriana cut in with a deep grunt. "The one you get when you spread your legs?" Then in the split of a second, her eyes filled with rage as she snapped, "Or are you taking money from that bastard of yours?!"

"Mother —,"

A hand was suddenly wrapped around her neck, pushing her to the fridge as Adriana shrieked, "How dare you?! You're gonna leave me too?! Just like he did? Just like your siblings did?! I've always been the one there for you! I did all this to make you happy and you dare betray me like that?!"

Alex could feel the nails digging itself into her neck, her breath cutting off as she tried tapping at her Mother's hand. "Mo-Mother... I can't— Breathe... Mom —,"

At that word, Adriana's grip relaxed causing Alex to let out coughs while she stared at her daughter, dazed before she pulled away, staring at her hand. "I didn't— Alexandra—"

"It's alright," Her voice sounded raspy. She could feel the tears threatening to come out but she pushed them down, coughing a bit. "It wasn't bad. It's fine."

Adriana stared at her hand silently before she turned around, mumbling under her breath. "Bottle. I need my bottle."

Before Alex could stop her, her Mother was out the kitchen. She stared at the space her Mother had been standing in not too long ago, rubbing slightly at her neck before she walked to the sink and poured water on face.

At first, she wanted to go back to her room and change into her usual clothes but settled with just ordering for food and leaving the house.

As she walked out, the words rang in her head and she hated the fact that it was true. Not that she slept with anyone, she never did, but it was true that she did collect money from her Father, even though he was the reason she was how she was.

But not freely. She'd never forgive herself if she did.

She put in her ear pods now, deciding to walk instead of use her bike as she remembered how Friday had gone.

Hezekiah Parker was in the study of his mansion, hand flipping through papers. He was ridiculously handsome, and in truth, she looked more of him than she liked to admit.

And it was one of the reasons she hated him.

He had left them, but Alex knew he just wanted to be away from her Mother and wanted her with him as he had the twins as well, which was the one thing she'd never give him.

But the money. She needed it.

"You called for me, Hezekiah?" Alex had wanted to call him Parker, but he wanted to be Dad so they both settled on his name.

His eyes fell on his daughter and he stood from his chair, a smile on his face. "Alex. It's so nice to —,"

"Don't." It hurt being close to him. Looking at him. It reminded her of their life before. Though they hadn't been particularly close, she had looked up to him.

But they were lies. Everything he ever said was a lie.

"Your card," He brought it out. "Here. I've restocked it."

Alex took it. "When would you need me?"

His face fell. "Alex, —"

She glared at him. "Do you want me to spend this money or not?"

They both had a deal. She'd work for him, and collect money in return. Perhaps to Hezekiah, he was helping his daughter but she saw him more of a boss than anything.

He sighed and returned to his seat. "At the moment, no, but there'd be a party soon."

"When?"

"I don't know how this things works, Alex." He replied with a sigh. "Xander does."

"Then I'd leave the card here till then."

He put a hand out to stop her. "Alex, please, you need the money. I know you do, and with her drinking problems —"

"How dare you?"

Her eyes had narrowed, the air in the room turning cold as she stared at her Father with a predatory look in her eyes.

Hezekiah recognized that look. He had raised the girl up himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have —. I just want you to be okay."

Alex wasn't even listening anymore. Her hand swiped the card into her pocket. "Text me when you're ready." And she walked out the door.

Now, she was in her classroom, staring at the clock above. One of her enemies, before she felt something warm wrapping itself behind her waist.

Cookies.

She could smell cookies.

Immediately, her hand held unto his, bringing it up to her nose as her heart calmed.

Eros. Her god.

She heard him chuckle. "You're so cold, A." Then he turned around, his hand intertwined with hers and stared at her face, the happy one on his fading. "A? What's wrong?"

She shook her head, taking their hands to her lips and kissing his. "I don't remember."

And she didn't. Seeing him always made her feel like they were in their own bubble. Their own world.

Alex treasured the male in front of her. He had no single idea how much.

"Mommy," He was pouting. "What's wrong?"

She pulled him closer and placed kisses over his face. He laughed in response, trying to move away though she used one of her hands to hold his waist and prevent him from doing so before she felt his hand wrap around her neck and she winced.

Immediately, he let go, eyes searching her face. "Alex? What's—," Then he looked at her neck, freezing. "Your neck —,"

"It's nothing," She replied. "Would have worn my pink hoodie but couldn't find it. Have any idea where it is?"

Marcos stared for a while but eventually shook his head. "Did Adriana —"

"Stop."

Her voice was sharp, her eyes dilating immediately she saw the hurt look in his eyes, causing her to sigh. "Sorry, baby. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Marcos gave a small smile. "It's fine, I—" She could tell whatever he was going to say would upset her but it seemed like he knew that as well because he paused and said afterwards. "I want to help though."

Alex shook her head. "You being here is okay,"

"Yeah," He said in a small voice, adding quietly. "And I can make it more okay."

Alex stared, a smile coming to her lips as she moved a hand to his face then to his lips.

He licked her thumb and she pushed it in, causing him to suck on it and moan a little as she said, "You're always so horny all the time like a little bitch. You know that, don't you?"

He bit his lower lip. "I'm Mommy's little bitch,"

She nodded. "You are," Then she pulled her hand away. "Kneel. And don't let go of my hand."

He did as she asked, their hands still together, as she moved her leg to his face.

At the same time she did that, Alex could smell the perfume wafting from her door. Something familiar.

Something that she knew from close experience.

He was watching.

And she was going to give him a good show.

"Take off my shoe with your teeth, pup."

Marcos did as she asked, taking his time before he pulled it off finally, staring you at her with an expectant look in her eyes.

Slowly, Alex started from his knees, then to his crotch, kneading it slowly. Small pants left his lips as she did so. Dragging her toes up and down his length then circling the big one around his balls before she began to move up.

Her feet stopped at his neck, pressing on it as she chuckled, "Look at you. All red and hard for me like a little slut. Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Mommy." His voice was completely different. Softer than normal. Ready to please at all cost.

"Worship Mommy's feet for being nice, then."

He began kissing them. His lips going every inch with an urge to perfection before she said, "Move up,"

He did.

Alex let her voice go lower. "More, pup. You're doing a good job, baby."

He was now at the edge of her middle, his eyes staring up at her for permission as she said, "Why should I let you there?"

"So I can please you, Mommy."

"Can you?" She leaned to his face, her lips brushing his. "Can you make Mommy feel good?"

He nodded. "I will. I promise."

"More than anyone?" Alex whispered this in his ear, now looking directly at the door.

At Paris.

"Make Mommy have a good orgasm?"

"Y-Yes,"

She sat upright now. "Let's see what you can do then, baby boy."

Marcos went to work. His teeth pushing her panties aside as he took in a whiff of her and let out a small groan before sliding in fingers through her folds.

Alex let out a small moan, one hand still holding his while she held his hair. "That's it, baby. Go on."

He let out a moan now, pushing his head deeper and sucking on her faster.

She stared down at him, grinding her hips into his face. "Yes, like that. Make Mommy feel good with that dirty mouth of yours. Like the good boy you are."

Marcos whined in response, now circling his tongue inside her.

Alex closed her eyes for a second as her nerves sizzled and had her gasping before she turned to the door.

She could tell Paris was jerking off to them now, and it turned her on more as well. "You look so beautiful with your mouth fucking me. You're so fucking good. Yes. Yes, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Alex could hear his pants now as she grinded more into Eros' face. He wasn't even trying to hide anymore.

Her hand squeezed Marcos' hand tighter as she rode his face to ecstasy. Her head falling back as she bounced. "Yes! Fuck me like the slut you are! Mhm— "

The tingles increased and her vision blurred as she stared down at Marcos. "I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna take it all like a little whore. One drop, and you'd be punished. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

And Alex crashed.

She didn't even try to swallow the moans as she did so, Paris joining in as well before she pulled Marcos from the floor and smashed her lips on his.

She could taste her cum on his lips, but she could also taste him as well, and the whole idea of it got her high, causing her to pull him closer so she could get a better fill.

He moaned more, whimpering when she bit hard into his lips.

As soon as he bled, her tongue danced over it, the metallic tinge soothing the raging need to fuck him before she pulled away and stared at him.

His face was disheveled, eyes small and dark with need and lips all swollen and red.

"I love you," Alex breathed out.

"I love you too." He responded.

As he replied, she could tell Paris had walked away, and she felt a little pinch in her chest.

It was little.

She forgot it the moment Eros hugged her. "I don't wanna go away now."

Alex chuckled, "You have class."

"I know," He looked at her. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her heart thumped at the words. Alex still felt it was crazy how Marcos stayed so naked around her. So truthful.

Even as he looked at her, she knew he was being honest. And she wasn't sure how she was supposed to react to that.

But she ruffled his hair and said, "Go to class, princess."

"One more kiss?"

She laughed now. "Go."

As soon as he was gone, she wore her reading glasses and decided to start her reading early but the craziest shit happened.

She couldn't stop thinking about the idiot.

And he hadn't sent her a single text after the whole incident, which clashed with the whole 'I can't live without you' attitude he had been brewing earlier.

Had he realized she was too happy with her boyfriend to play with him?

Well, if that was it, good.

Yet... Why was she feeling a little sad?

Alex managed to push the thought down, reading for a while before she decided to get another book from the library, something different.

And she had made the mistake of coming out when everyone was out in the hall.

Some people stared, discretely anyway, and others tried to avoid her, even her shadow, which was all fine to her till someone stepped into her path.

Alex smelled the perfume first before she looked at the boy.

It was the first time she actually decided to take a good look at the male. He had freckles all over his cheeks and nose with amber eyes that seemed to glow like fire.

Except now, they seemed bound to show her hell.

The crowd in the hall was now staring, causing her to feel uncomfortable. "Get out of the way, Holmes."

"You don't fucking get to tell me what to do anymore after the shit you pulled." He hissed.

He was angry? "You were the one sneaking around."

The flames rose. "You're going to pretend that it didn't happen like you've been doing? You fucked me, Alex. I let my guard down and I let you do that to me."

He was saying this quite loudly.

Alex tried to smile at him. "I never forced you into anything —"

"Doesn't stop the fact that I trusted you and you just throw me away like that?" He asked. "Moving unto your boyfriend like nothing happened? You're the fucking most selfish bitch I know, Parker. You're the one who owns me, right? You could have just told me to fuck off. You could have just ignored me like you're doing now before letting you do that to me."

I could have. Why didn't I?

Alex sighed, pushing back her glasses. "What have I told you about cursing?"

She could tell from the reaction on his face that he didn't plan for her to say that. Which was good.

She could walk away now, leave his in perpetual shock.

But the sadist in her refused. "Kneel."

His eyes widened as he took a step back. "What?"

She stared at him, face devoid of any emotions. "If I repeat myself, you'd be in serious trouble."

"What the —? I told you I'm not doing this shit anymore! Why the fuck —"

She slapped him.

Alex had, in all honesty, not used her full power to hit him. Just enough to make it sting. "Kneel."

He stared at her, eyes dilated and lost with the red imprint of her hand still on his face, before he began to go down.

Whispers began, the stares increasing, but Alex drowned them all out.

It was just him and her now.

She walked forward and pushed her sneaker into his crotch, pressing down on him.

His eyes blew up, but not in pain, no. Alex could tell the slap had ignited him a bit, and this public disgrace —.

Was the top of the cherry.

"You have no right, to talk to I, your Mistress in such a disrespectful tone." She said, voice domineering. "I already said this once. You're my slave and you belong to me. Whatever I do with you, you accept it, and you'd be grateful like the slut you are. Do you understand?"

He looked down. She could tell he was shuddering from the way she was moving her feet. "I-I understand."

She held up his chin and made him look at her. "Then say it. Say 'I am your bitch to do whatever you please.'"

His face paled. "Mistress —."

She pressed down and he groaned. Her nails dug into his chin as she kept him looking at her.

There were tears in his eyes, his face completely red with both embarrassment and pleasure as she said, "Say it."

"I—" He swallowed. "I am —."

"Louder. I want everyone in the hall to hear you."

"I am your bitch to do whatever you please!"

The words did a number on Alex's skin, sending goosebumps over it before she let go of his face and moved away from him. "Good boy."

As she said those words, he hung his hed down. Alex knew he might need some petting. Talking to, to tell him it was okay, but she didn't.

Instead, she walked back to her class and slammed the door.

What the fuck have I done?

Her heart pulsed faster. She should have just ignored him! He was bad news! She knew that. Her instincts screamed those words to her.

But just the same way she drowned in Marcos' ocean, was the same way she wanted to burn in Paris' hell.

God. She was fucked.