It's been exactly two weeks today—since Damien and I started dating.
Yes, dating!!!
I still can't believe this. I giggled!
Subconscious: "Same here. It's been two weeks and daddy is still tolerating your flat ass?" *frowns*
I hate you so much.
Subconscious: "The feeling is matual." *rolls her eyes at me*
Everything is going great, he comes inside through my bedroom window, every single night and leaves early in the next morning but of course not before kissing the fuck out of me. Hehe!
No, don't worry you didn't miss shit. Nothing really happened between us. We just cuddled and kissed a lot.
Like a lot lot lot lot—okay, I should stop now.
I might just call myself a professional kisser or some shit now. Since, I've been kissing non-stop, you know? Hehe!
Subconscious: *blinks blankly at me*
Sadly, That's all we ever do.......ugh!
Apparently, he never even tried touching me again like he did that day in the backseat of his car. I pout.
Subconscious: "Bitch, what did you do now?" *roars at me*
Nothing, I swear I did nothing.
Subconscious: *looks suspiciously at me*
I discreetly tried giving him signals after signals but he never caught onto any of them. Or maybe he did but just ignored it for some weird-ass reason.
It was starting to get frustrating. I mean, why finger fuck me—if your just going to never do it again?
Why let me feel those tingling sensation that fucked up my whole body upside down, if you're never going to continue giving those to me?
It's like, he let me have a taste of what I've been deprived of all my life just to snatch them right away—
Subconscious: "Instead of talking to your-dumb-fucking-self, how about you go do something about this situation?"
Rude! But hmm, what should I even do?
Finger fuck him back? Oh boy—my eyes widened immediately at that.
Subconscious: *Smacks her forehead*
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Tori asks me, as she was sitting in front of me.
Subconscious:"Finger-fucking her boyfriend away, that's what!" *glares at me*
I won't do that so chill.
We were just lazily sitting around as Babes once again made many customers of ours ugly cry out of here.
So, Tori and I finally explained him how we need those customers he calls 'fake-ass plastic dolls' in order to keep our jobs and also to get the salary at the end of every month.
He finally understood, thankgod! Now let's just see how he behaves next time.
"Nothing." I say, lamely making Tori to raise an eyebrow up at me.
That day when Damien ripped my turtle neck top—I had to wear a simple one. Tori and Babes saw the hickeys—as they were on full-fucking display for everyone to see.
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