I looked out of the window and instantly felt nervous. Mostly because he was blocking my view of the rain. I looked at him adjusting my vision of him.
I took another bite of my broccoli leaving a small bit of cheese on my lips. He leaned over licki...
I get into the car and take a seat in the drivers side. This man picked me up and and placed me in the passenger seat. He pulled the seatbelt across my body and locked it in place. He closed the door and walked to the other side of the car. He got inside. I could see that Lestat was in a white car. He was watching us. Lazarus nodded at him and he led the way. He turned on the car and shifted it into drive. "I love the way that smells on you. It's so fucking sweet." He said with a husky tone.
I rolled my eyes and stared out the window. "I'm gonna need you to sign the contracts when we get home." He said to me. I didn't reply. I'm honestly not in the mood to sign anything if I can't at least present my own contract. Okay I can wear the ring and sign a simple contract. But my friend, I can't live with you... that's what I would like to say but he'd shut it down real quick. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you just found another Jamie and just allowed me to move on with my life?" I asked him. I could tell he didn't like that question. "Why are you asking me.. fuck.. Did you do anything sexual with him?" He asked. Why the fuck does it matter?" The attitude laced each word and he wasn't having it. The speed went up by 10. I eyed him as his brows furrowed and knuckles grew light from the hard grasp he has on the steering wheel.
He let out a menacing laugh. I eyed him as he tried to hide the anger that was building up by the second. "Think it's best for us to live in separate home or maybe it's best to do a spell that keeps your cravings for me at.." I was cut off by the screeching sound of the breaks. "You're really pushing my buttons today." He said eyeing me. I laughed to myself. "He gave me head multiple time and I did it to him two times." I lied trying to keep my best poker face. I know damn well that I'm playing with M's life but I don't care. He knows how to fight and take care of himself.
A little rustle with Lazarus wouldn't kill him if he is who they say he is. I roll my eyes and turn to face the road. Can we go home... fuck, I have stuff to do." I ignored his eyes burning me like lasers. "Look at me." He said. I ignored him. "LOOK at me." He said once more. I didn't follow through. "He grabbed my chin and turned my head to face his direction. "You think I like to play games? He asked. "I rolled my eyes. "Stop getting your boxers in a knot." I said to him. He looked at me. So many emotions swimming in his eyes. Hurt, lust, curiosity, rage, and jealousy.
He let go of my face and lean back into his seat. Combing his hands through his messy hair. He shifted the gear and sped all the way home. ——————————————————————————
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When we arrive he walked straight to the other bed room and placed my bags in there.
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