Books and a bad boy

Chapter 15

I always thought i'd fall in love you know, not the cinderella type fairytale, but i'd find someone as exciting and he'd find me exciting too. This was not the case i realize, exciting means different things for different people, he was exciting breath takingly and i was about exciting to him as a rock. I fought the insecurity issues that surrounded me whenever he was around, "always fidgeting." I blushed, he continued squinting at the laptop screen, "what are you doing?" "Mind your own business." 

My temper flared "it's my laptop!" He rolled his eyes, "i'm shopping online Casie's birthday is coming up." "Oh," sometimes i amost forgot he had a daughter, like he had a whole life before i came around, i'd like to think i give him something to look forward to but sadly this was a reverie he didn't consent to. He shut the laptop screen and stretched, i stared at this tattoos, that his shirt lifting up revealed, "i want a tattoo." He laughed "absolutely not, tattoos are for a specific type of person, you don't look like the type." "That's discrimination, but that's exactly why i'm getting one!" "You're not defacing your beautiful skin Ana." 

"Tattoos are beautiful, like you." I clamped my mouth shut and looked down, staring at my converse, "you think i'm beautiful?" I looked up and his brows were furrowed in confusion. I nodded my head and he got up "why?" He walked over and sat down next to me "well you're sort of liberating, a breath of fresh air, which after being confined and suffocated is kind of beautiful." 

"what if your liberation is the thing that confines you?" "Then that'd be a condradiction," i stared into his eyes and he smirked "i love it when you talk nerdy to me." 

I laughed and he smiled, his blue eyes lit up, and i stopped laughing, he grabbed me by my jaw and pulled me in for a kiss. His mouth was hot and i sank deeper, i pulled on his lip piercing and he smiled through the kiss. "You're turning me on Ana." I stopped kissing him, "am i not supposed to?" 

He bit my lip and ran his hands over my tummy, "i want to run my hands over your tattoo less skin." 

I breathed heavily, "i want you to." He pecked me "i know," then got up and ran his hands through his hair, a habit i realized meant he was going to do something he felt guilty about. "What?"

"Ana, you know i'd love to have sex with you." "That was the deal," i interrupted, "yes but i realized i'm putting somewhat of a strain on you, and you may not be ready for such deals." 

I protested "no, we can still makeout and do fun stuff, but i won't put my dick in you." I blushed, goddamit! "Get out Kells." "Seriously you're mad at me." He laughed and i shrugged "just fed up,out."

He dropped back into the chair and kissed me, "make me." I pulled away from him and turned my face, he didn't know what he wanted and i wasn't into helping him find out. His hands reached for my jaw and tried to turn my face, "no!" 

"Stop being childish Ana," I buried my face in my hands and he pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my hair, after a while i peeked out at him, and he was studying the wall thoughtfully, "how come you haven't left?" He didn't look down, "why should i?" 

"Cause i'm acting childish and you don't like that with girls?" "True, but somehow i find it adorable in you Ana." I blushed furiously, he looked down at me, and his eyes softened. "How do you do it?" 

He seemed confused "what?" "Tell me all these things and look at me like that and then just walk out." "It's what i do best." 

"Can you teach me? I'm not so good with the reacting to it." "I'm not so good with the teaching it." "Then  we both suck." "Yeah." 

Silence. I kissed his neck and he smiled, "it's get harder to leave you," joy surged through me when he said that, "you don't have to." He shook his head, "if only." 

"What?" "Nothing," "No tell me." "The other girls will get pissed." I got angry, "so i'm just another one of your bitches!" 

"what do you want me to tell you Ana? I love you? Cause i can't." I moved away from him in disgust, "i have homework to do, please leave." He got up and walked out, he opened the door again and walked over to me, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me, then left again. 

I was too tired. MGK was my pimp and i was his whore, he just didn't rent me. I was his special whore, but still his whore. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I can't keep doing this, i have a future to think about, my career, my school work, i couldn't afford this. What would you guys do?

What if MGK wan't MGK but just a regular guy, taking public transportation, raised right, settles down, maybe you won't agree but i'd love it,but then he wouldn't be beautiful anymore. 

A/N: Sorry it's so short,have a busy day. Love you guys.