"Well, that's an easy answer. I don't like using public bathrooms, you know dirty toilet seats and all. And I've used his before so, I called big pimp boss daddy a while ago and he told me to use the one in his suite. Got me my own key card and everything, so problem solved. Anyways I've got shit to do." I tried to step past him, but he blocked my way.
"I own this hotel." Liam stated, stepping into my personal space. I moved backwards until my back hit the wall. He comes to a stop an inch away from me. "Is that anyway to speak to the boss?"
I sneered, dropping the shopping bag and my purse to the floor, crossing my arms over my chest. I may have squeezed out my boobs a little more, you know, to use whatever advantage I had to make him stumble. His eyes practically bulged at the sight of them. These babies always got me out of trouble. "Don't you mean one of the bosses?"
He pushed his body into mine, his chest moving over my crossed arms, pushing into my boobs. "That's where you're wrong," Liam hummed, amusement in his eyes. "Baby, I'm the only boss here."
I blinked, feeling my breathing become shallow again, I pushed him back slowly and he obliged by taking a small step back, leaving barely an inch of open space between us. "Good for you." I practically squeaked. "Now if you'll excuse me." I tried to step past him, but he leaned into me again, now pinning my entire body with his....hard body. "What do you think you're doing, Liam?"
He took a step back again. His eyes hardened as they peered into mine. "He drives me crazy." he murmured, as if it pained him to. "My mind was all over the place, because of him. I didn't mean to call you_"
"A whore." I answered for him, feeling anger from the night before surge my veins. I glanced at my jacket for a few seconds then looked back up at him. I knew what I had to do. "Do you like my jacket?"
He looked confused for a second. "It's nice." he answered, not looking at my jacket. He pushed his body into mine again and my arms dropped from the force of him. We were now touching chests. I could feel every hard muscle....everywhere. I'd have to be a fucking robot not to feel desire right now.
Fuck, it's been a long time since I've had sex. It felt fucking crazy. My senses were about to burst out like fireworks.
He was making me feel...crazy. I needed a way out...like now. I had shit to do and he needed to be taught a lesson anyways. Marisa style. "Your brother bought it for me." I whispered, my eyelids drooping.
Liam's jaw clenched, pushing his body deeper into mine, making me blink from the feeling it shot up in my woman junk area. Shit. "Did he now?" he growled, lowly.
I inhaled a deep breath and bit my bottom lip. "Yeah," I whispered, sensually. "You know why right?"
"Stop it. I told you I was sorry." His nostrils flared as he growled.
I tilted my head back, pushing my boobs up higher. "Don't you want to know what I had to do to earn this jacket?" I practically moaned. "I know you do."
Liam's mouth found my chin. His tongue licked the tip. "Stop it." he whispered.
The slight stroke of his tongue felt wet and warm, it made me feel the tingles everywhere. And this was not good. "You like what you see, baby? You like what you taste?" I stared at him, breathing hard, feeling my skin blaze fire. He breathed in and out sharply, his blue eyes wild with desire. His pelvis pushed into mine and in an instant I felt his dick harden underneath his suit pants. He probably wanted to fuck my brains out right now..... but it's too bad...because that's not what's about to happen.
"You wanna fuck me right?" I whispered, giving him a heated look. "You wanna take me over your knee and show me whose boss, baby? You want me to beg?" He pressed himself deeper into me, plastering my back against the wall.
He didn't say anything, instead his breathing started to sound hoarser, like a Lion...hungry while spotting its prey. I caressed the side of his strong jawline. "Well.... do you wanna fuck me or not?"
And.... here's the part where I get my revenge.... initiating fucked up vault number 666 in my head.....the plan....have Liam walk around his hotel...with giant blue balls for the rest of the day.
Get ready to feel that ache Liam...get ready!
Finally, he opened his mouth to answer but I smiled sinisterly and interrupted him. "It's too bad for you, this is as close to me as you're ever going to get. Now get the fuck off of me." I growled and raised the hand that caressed the side of his face. I slammed it back down into his cheek, slapping the shit out of him. The force of it surprised the crap out of him and his body flew a few feet away, leaving me free and a little cold.
I grabbed my purse. I grabbed the shopping bag and threw it at him. He blocked it with his forearm and looked at me with his jaw down, shocked as hell. I shook the edge of my jacket at him. "Don't you want to know what I had to do to earn this jacket? Why your little brother thought I deserved compensation? I take care of that bitch ass and all the trouble he brings! But know this...I've never fucked him. And I don't plan to, just like I don't plan on fucking you. Ever. Asshole!"
I marched to the front door and stopped, my hand resting on the knob as I faced him. "Enjoy your blue balls, for the rest of the day. Know this little piece of advice. Don't mess with a fucking warrior, old man. It'll be the biggest mistake you've ever made in your poor little rich boy life. You'll be on a spear roasting till every piece of shit on you is charred...charred to dust. Bye!" I opened the door and left with a huge ass smile on my face.
The doors to the elevator opened a few seconds after I pushed the down button. I stepped inside and slouched against the railing, sighing. "All in a day's work."
Boom Shakalaka Mother Fucker!
"Twirl." I told my laptop screen.
"Marisa, Mom's calling me." Darcy exclaimed on my screen.
"Just one more, please." I begged her, clasping my hands into a ball.
"Alright," Darcy groaned, but then smiled as she took a step back from her desk and twirled in her violet, A-line, floor length, side strapped gown for the formal she was going with Wesley tonight.
"You're a star, Darcy!" I grinned, amazed at how fast my little sister was growing up.
"Coming!" Darcy yelled at her door and faced the screen again. "I gotta go Mom's going crazy."
"Alright, but take lots of pictures for me! Of you and Cameron too, I want to see him in his tux, too." I sighed, leaning into my chair.
"Got it, later big sis!" Darcy whispered.
"Bye, have fun!" I exclaimed at the screen before the Skype window disconnected.
Well that was just great.
Another momentous occasion and I wasn't there to witness it. Mom must have been so happy I wasn't there to 'ruin' Darcy's big day.
Like I would, that was Mom's role. She was probably stressing Darcy out, telling her what not to do, how to act and all that shit. I wished I was there to stop Mom from drilling her bullshit into Darcy. I would have told her to forget everything that came out of that woman and just have fun. And if Wesley tried anything with her that made her uncomfortable, she should just slap him across the face and run screaming out the room.
Damn it.
I forgot to tell her all my amazing advice....what kind of a big sister was I?
I sighed my distress, and then answered to myself. "A shitty one."
I pushed off my used leather chair and marched into the living room, heading to the balcony. I haven't used it once. The weather today was nice, a gush of warm wind enveloped me as I slid the door open and stepped outside. "This is nice." I murmured, resting my wrists against the railing, overlooking downtown Toronto. Despite today's unfortunate scene with Liam and the Maid, I smiled feeling a tiny bit happy. "What a fucking, kick ass city."
"You got that right, darling." Xander chuckled from behind me, making me jerk back in shock for a second.
I shook it off. "Dude, a little warning please." I stared at him shut the balcony door. He was in dark jeans and a white t-shirt. My heart fluttered for like two seconds at the sight of him. Why did he have to be so freaky? He gave me a Xander-like grin and leaned against the railing beside me, eyeing the city.
"Mission accomplished, my trusted little sidekick?" He smirked, looking away from the buildings around us to me.
I sighed, shaking my head at him. "Unfortunately, yes. I saved the day for you, yet again. How'd you survive before me again?"
He grinned toothily at me. "I know this may shock you, but this admiring obsession has been happening more recently."
I snorted. "Bullshit."
His jaw dropped, humor still in his eyes. "It's true. I've never had to deal with women like this before."
I rolled my eyes and looked away. "You're full of shit, you know that?"
Xander leaned his shoulder into me, nudging me playfully. "Darling, I'm full of a lot of things. Cum, being one of them."
"Shit, damn it!" I stuck my tongue out in disgust, making a gagging noise. "Oh my God, you are fucking disgusting."
"Dinner in a couple of hours then, we're having lobster." His laughter exploded and he pushed off the railing, heading back inside. He stopped midway. "Before I go jerk off, I just want to say something to you before I forget."
I turned around and leaned against the railing, eyeing him warily. "And what's that?"
He smiled at me. "Thanks for today. Thanks for not falling for his charms."
My eyes bulged, gripping the railing tightly. "How'd you know about what happened with Liam?"
Xander stepped inside and grinned. "I have eyes everywhere, darling."
CHAPTER 36.
*Xander*
"Is this a present for me?"
I loved red lace fabric. The delectable skintight thong, showcased this brunette's Brazilian beautifully.
"Reginald." she moaned, sounding delirious.
"Tell me what you want, baby." I stroked, digging into the dampened lace fabric with the both of my thumbs, making her quiver uncontrollably. "Is this the greatest gift you've ever been given?"
"Shit!" she moaned, grabbing and twirling her fingers through my luscious locks. "I want... fuck... more."
More she wanted, then more she would get. I pulled her thong up higher, squeezing her clit.
"Regi_" she moaned, leaning into the wall.
"No, I'm talking now." I commanded her, bending in to say hello to the most beautiful combination of skin and fabric I'd ever seen. "You wore this for me, baby?"
"I did." she moaned, grabbing one of her large boobies, squeezing it. Her other hand dug into my scalp, pushing me in closer. "I knew you were going to come today. You've been here every day for the past week. Same time."
I leaned in and she wrapped her long sweaty legs around my neck, pushing her flaming heat while I licked at a very slow, mouth-watering pace...
Fuck... I was getting hard.
"I told you to tell me a story with a happily ever after, you sick fuck!" Marisa cringed, even though her eyes were still closed.
"I was just about to get to it, but you rudely interrupted me. Geez, rude much!" I readjusted my elbow into the pillow next to hers. "As I was saying, I licked her pussy, slowly, methodically, until she came, groaning loudly, Reginald, Reginald, I'm.... I'm exploding!"
"Jesus Christ, you're disgusting." Marisa muttered, tucking her face into the pillow.
"She came on every inch of my face and after I licked her dry, it was her turn to return the favour. She deep throated me and sucked me dry. It was so.... beautiful." I sighed, remembering eight months ago when I had to spend more than a week in Vancouver because of Liam's antics. "She gave me her panties after, got dressed back in her coffee shop uniform, gave me my coffee and I left. Happily ever after."
"Fucking hell." Marisa whispered.
"Hey panty boy..." Marisa mumbled into her pillow minutes after I finished another story with a beautiful happily ever after. I got off the bed and moved around to where she lay cuddled underneath her purple duvet.
"Yes, my darling." I murmured, turning her side lamp off. "You want to hear another beautiful story?"
"Fuck no." she mumbled, barely coherent. "I left you a little gift in the bathroom. Happy jerky jerk."
"Oh really." I grinned, heading into the bathroom and spotting lace blue panties inside the sink. I scooped them onto my index finger. "Baby, you shouldn't have."
Back in the bedroom, her cute snores roared as I headed to her laundry basket, dumping the panties inside. I walked back to her, knelt on the floor beside the bedframe and tucked loose strands of hair away from her face.
"I really do you know...." I whispered, leaning in slowly and kissing her forehead softly. "I'm going to take care of you forever, my trusted little sidekick."
CHAPTER 37.
*Demetria*
"MOTHER, do you hear me?" I hoisted the receiver closer to my tragically gloss free lips. "I want out of here this instant!"
"If you don't, you'll spend a lifetime making it up to me, I promise you!" I let out an exasperated screech directly into the receiver, hoping her foolish ears bleed as a result. After all this time, she still hadn't learned, I was not one to be messed with.
The beeping sound took over, followed by an automated message. "To record this message press one. To delete and start over, press two."
I pressed one.
"Message recorded, thank you." A dial tone quickly followed.
"Ms. Demetria, please put the phone back down, your turn is over." A disgusting ogre like voice dared to order me. My message to Mother for the week was over, and I didn't even come close to relaying how I really felt about being sent here.
Meadow Hills, described as a home for troubled privileged females that needed a break from society to distress.
But why am I here?
I slammed the bacteria infected phone into its portal. My beautiful eyes connected with the ones that dared to address me in my fragile state, unbelievably.
Did she not know who I was?