☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

[ confidence ] UPDATED

I stood outside for ten minutes contemplating what had just happened, in attempt to gather my thoughts. I fucked off the idea of smoking, i'm blaming that on the 6'5 distraction.

The thought of walking back inside that room was eating me away. I hoped he wasn't spilling the tea to all his boys about me. The social insecurity took over my brain, it needed to stop.

The flood of dopamine that released from me when he was in my presence was still lingering, creating a euphoric feeling.

"Get your shit together Aria." I took a deep breath and began my descent to the door, dumping my stuff on the patio sofa in a slight rage.

I strolled back to my seat next to Kay who had a concerned look on her face..

Kay pulled me onto her lap in a friendly way. "Where have you been?" She whispered in my ear. "Was he out there?"

"I cant explain here." I disregarded her, It was pretty clear I had a habit of dissociation, conversations faded once again, disengaging. I found myself looking around the room again for him.

Meanwhile, some yute was standing on the kitchen island with a bottle of ciroc in his palm.

"Get the fuck down." He spoke in a deep voice. "This ain't your fuckin' yard." Mystery man clicked his fingers at him

He was sat a few seats over now, to my left, opposite me. Although this time he was focused on his friends, instead of fixating on me. Like nothing just fucking happened?

Two can play that game.

I tried to carry on casual small talk with the people around me but I was too preoccupied. I was feeling naughty. Above the heavy music blaring around me, I could hear my heartbeat in my ear.

"You need a refill girl." Kay reached for my glass, giving me a cheesy grin.

"I'm good." I smiled back latching onto my glass. She nodded, if she hasn't noticed how weird I'm being then no one else will.

Aria wasn't clingy, she had fucked around with a fair amount of men, boys really. Still, she never latched onto any of them. They couldn't handle her behaviour and lifestyle. She didn't do feelings either, they were off the table, period.

Why was she so distracted, trying to lock eyes with the unknown man in her house? A kiss wasn't a big deal at all, but she was pissed she was left hanging by the kid. It was the feeling of deprivation, Aria didn't like to be told 'No' or ignored.

She always got what she wanted, partly because she was a master manipulator, but mainly because she was determined and headstrong when needed.

A few moments later, summoning a round of shots, Aria and Kay rinsed their throats with the bitter alcohol Jakob had provided for the duo. It was disgusting, truth be told, but, Aria wanted to be tipsy enough to stop caring but sober enough to still form a full sentence, so she didn't really care what she was drinking.

"That's fucking grim." Kay gasped, wiping her tongue on a napkin.

I winced. "Agreed."

Isaac laughed at us. "You man are lightweights, brev." He cackled downing the rest of his watered down drink.

"Oi, I think you need some vodka with that glass of coke." I shouted across the large frosted glass table.

A few boyish 'Ohhhh's.' were heard from around the room.

"Yo! Pattern up, you bitch." Isaac said in a jokey way.

"Aw- you can do better than that." Kay and I clinked our glasses together.

"Nah don't play with-." Isaac was interrupted as soon as he locked eyes with him.

He frowned at Isaac and shook his head. He caught me dead in the eye, staring into his soul, he did the exact same. I looked him up and down slowly, tracing his whole torso down to his fresh airforce, no creases. Meeting his eyes again, his jaw tensed.

There was only a couple people in the house now. Kay went for a smoke with some boys she was speaking to earlier, I was happy she enjoyed her night in the end.

I flinched when I felt fingertips brush my shoulder, turning around I looked up to the man towering over me, I felt so submissive just meeting his gaze. My confidence flew out the fucking window.

Some of his friends stared, wondering what was enveloping infront of them, he stared back and they instantly looked away.

Can't relate.

He proceeded to nudge my shoulder, making it obvious he wanted me to follow him, and began walking towards my staircase like he owned the fucking place.

Like a toddler I followed him along, I wanted to play bratty Aria, but I was too horny to wait, I let him lead the way. A unhealthy mix of anxiety, horniness and nervousness.

"Excuse me?" I said like a helpless lost puppy.

Where the fuck did he go now?

"This your room?" He wondered, standing at the threshold of my door.

I jumped forward, forcing myself in front of him. "Mine." I deepened my tone. "I don't let just anyone in here."

Before I could force myself to say something else, I was ignored and prodded backwards. I winced at the push, gripping to his t-shirt as an instant reflex.

My breath hitched as I felt his hand come into contact with my throat, Almost crushing it with his grip. I would lie if I said it didn't hurt. My legs clenched together.

He was looking down at me, he dominated the atmosphere around us. I craned my neck up, meeting his eyes but swiftly looking away in shyness. His hand was now gripping me jaw, forcing me to look at him, my breathing pattern picked up.

He pushed me toward's my queen bed, till the back of my knees touched the edge.

"Get some sleep. I'll get my boys to clear up and leave." He swiftly cut from my room.

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I don't want a full erotic scene yet so don't be dissapointed. ITS COMING.

Thoughts?

xoxo