Handsome, Hot-Blooded & Hazardous

13 - Bend, Bad & Backshots

~ The Language - Drake ~
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Heath's POV
"Where is this girl," I mutter while scrolling on my phone. The door suddenly opens and Prystyne slides in.

A smile forms on my face. The things this girl makes me feel.

"Hello fellow," she greets ridiculously. I roll my eyes and take in her appearance. A red crop top, black mini skirt. The straps of her panties are above her hips, visible to everyone. Her parents are definitely going to kill her. Her tattoos are covered up unfortunately. I love her tattoos.

I pull on the strings. Her gorgeous eyes shoot to mine. I just want her to want me. "Penguin," I tease knowing how much she hates that nickname.

She slides closer to me. "Shush. Also thank you for keeping my information private during your interview or whatever," she mumbles under her breath. I chuckle at how immature she is.

I lean my lips down close to her ear. "No problem Penguin. You look exceptionally sexy today," I whisper in her ear. She places her hand pushing me away by my chest. I still spot the smile on her face she tries so hard to hide.

"Well trying to piss off the parents. Gosh I can't believe I'm actually going to see them. When's the last time you've seen them?" She asks.

I let out a long breath. "Same as you," I admit. I never wanted to see them again. "Why are we even going to this?"

She shrugs leaning her head on my shoulder. "I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm going to sleep and you're going to be my human pillow," she kicks off her shoes, getting comfortable.

"There's a whole row of seats right there," I point to the seats across from us.

"Shhhh, pillows don't talk," she mumbles, closing her eyes. I let her sleep on me of course.

This girl means everything to me. She is everything to me. The past 18 months without her was hell. I hated every second not being able to hear her voice, touch her, see her. Now she's back and I can't stay away.

No matter what.

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We both wake up when the limo comes to an abrupt stop. "Gosh we're here already," Prystyne whines as she wakes up. She runs her fingers through her natural curls.

"Yup, come on," I open the door and hold my hand out for her. She slaps it getting out on her own. Always difficult to work with.

"We are not anything mister. Don't even think that for a second," she makes clear, walking past me. I curse under my breath as I close the door.

I walk over to the front door. "Hey you think my alcohol is still here," she asks, searching through a plant. I grab her elbow pulling her away. "I'm kidding. Staying sober of course," she says in a high pitched tone.

I give her a stern look. "I'm serious. 19 months and counting," she presses the doorbell. It opens up a maid standing in the doorway. "Alice!"

Prystyne immediately hugs her. Alice practically raised her. Our maids did. Parents were never around. Alice laughs giving her a hug. "Big girl now. How are you Miss Prystyne?" She asks.

"Good. How are you?" Prystyne asks while taking off her shoes. I take mine off at the same time.

"Good, good. No one is here right now. Parents are running late, they're bringing a guest," Alice explains. Of course they're not here.

Prystyne looks back at me with a grin. "Well thanks. We'll be in the basement then. See you later Alice," she grabs my hand running off.

"Bye Alice!" I laugh looking back at her. She waves. Prystyne opens the basement door and walks down the stairs. "What are you so happy about?" I ask. I love when she's energetic and happy.