☯ MY GOOD GIRL ☯ [ 18+ ]

[ rough ] UPDATED

I woke up to bright sunshine. Nothing had happened last night, I slept though the night. After a long start of the week, I had nothing planned for the day. 501 orders were made and fulfilled by the teams rapid turnover and now I could somewhat, relax.

"Alexa play JT." I requested.

Today was warm and sunny, I needed to get together with my friends to make the most of it. I opened whatsapp to text the group chat. Then I heard my door knock so I erratically grabbed my oversized trapstar sweatshirt and covered up my exposed body from the person knocking.

"Come in." I said.

A tattooed hand pushed my door open.

Max.

I huffed at the sight of him, I felt kind of insecure because I had only just woke up so my hair and face was a mess. He was in a white tshirt with the Off white x Nike tick on it. He had fashion taste I'd give it to him. He was holding a mug of tea.

"Made yourself at home, then." I spoke with a slight aggression.

"Let's go out." He spoke.

I yawned. "Where."

He thought for a second. "Breakfast." He spoke.

"Why me, don't you have friends to spend time with?" I whined

"I do. You ask very leading questions don't you." He said bluntly.

"Maybe I'm leading you on." I giggled.

He raised a brow and left my room. I fell backwards, falling back into my duvet and snoozing it off.

"GET READY." He shouted from the stairs, which woke me up all over again. Bossy.

I had a quick shower and combed through my hair, I put on a skirt, short like a belt, perfect. I paired it with brand new rope laced forces and some jewellery.

My hair was left short, jet black and straight. I grabbed my prada mini bag and put in essentials like my keys, gum and perfume. I went downstairs to find Max on his phone, slouched on the sofa.

I walked closer to him, he wasn't paying attention so I went even closer. I was now in between his legs, I stared directly at him. He was so tall that even when he was sitting down he was practically eye-level.

He looked up from his phone and made eye contact with me. I now realised I was fully in between him. He looked me up and down, focusing on my short skirt that exposed my caramel tanned thighs. He licked his lips which left me giving him the side eye.

"Short skirt." He gave me a look.

"Do I need to change?" I said sassily, my tone was obviously not serious. Any man that makes their girl change fits was an insecure mess.