The Queen's Weakness

I Love Him

Chapter *number to be decided*
I Love Him

1 year ago

I tossed in my bed, trying to fall asleep but I couldn't get rid of the anger that burned in me.

When I woke up that morning, the last thing I expected was to get removed from the cheer team—not because I did something wrong, but because I didn't listen to my parents when they told me to quit on my own.

My phone rang, making me jump.

"What do you want?" I snapped, answering it.

"I feel loved, Lynne." His deep voice chuckled.

"I was asleep."

"You're lying. I know you're upset."

"I'm not in the mood to talk about cheerleading."

"Fine, let's do something fun," he suggested.

"What do you have in mind?"

"What are you wearing?" he asked in a deeper voice.

I looked down at my black lacy silk robe, reaching right below my ass that I knew would drive him crazy.

I smirked. "A gray baggy sweat pants and a tank top. Oh, it has ice cream stains on it."

"You don't own sweat pants, Lynne," he pointed out. "Most girls lie that they're wearing something sexy when a guy asks this. Not the other way round. I know that you always something hot."

"I do." I smiled smugly. "I'm in bed, wearing a pair of tiny black panties and lacy robe. No bra," I said in an almost whisper. I heard him gulp, and I smirked, continuing. "Do want me to take them off?" I pulled on the strings tying the robe together.

The phone went silent for a second before he cleared his throat. "Yes, take it off and wear something else. I'm taking you out."

My face fell to a deadpan. "What?"

I heard him chuckle. "Let's have phone sex another time. I'm almost at your house—not to have sex, but to take you out."

"Fine." I sighed, despite the smile sneaking on my lips.

I hung up and freshened in my bathroom before entering my closet to change.

I dragged my eyes over the array of dresses on the hanger when I heard the front doorbell ring. I opened the door of my closet and peeped out, hearing faint sounds of a maid opening the door and greeting Blake.

With a smirk, I left the door slightly open before stripping down to nakedness.

"Lynne!" I smiled at his voice, turning my back to the door and pretending to focus on the dresses.

His footsteps neared the closet before they stopped.

"Lynne, are you in here?" he asked, knocking on the door. I bit back a giggle as I heard the door creak open.

I turned my head to side, watching him from the corner of my eyes as his mouth parted open, eyeing me up and down.

I turned my head away from him with a smile before I felt his arms wrap around my body.

"You're trying to turn me on," he accused.

"And it's working." I smiled, rubbing my ass against his developing boner.

"Oh god," he groaned, pulling back from me a little, making me pout. "I got you something."

I turned around, and he held a paper bag out to me.