Alison Storm

Chapter 11

Alison

Talk to my father first? Why would he do that???

My father is going to chop off Rhys's head if he were to tell my dad that he wants to have sex with me. Who would ask for the father's permission anyway?

Let's just hope that's not what he wants to talk to my dad to.

But anyway, I know it's stupid to ask my only friend to take my virginity. I don't want to complicate things between Rhys and me, but do I have any other choice, really?

I doubt anyone is gonna sweep me off my feet like my dad did with my mum. And I refuse to get pregnant from a ONS like my mother did. Though, I'm glad she did cause...otherwise I wouldn't be here.

I also refuse to sleep with some guy I don't even like just for the sake of experience. And I do want some experience. I mean, even Vienna has some, and I honestly didn't expect her to lose her virginity before me.

She doesn't even go outside that much. Only to her dance classes.

If Rhys is going to ask my father for permission to fuck me, I'm sure my only chance at it will be thrown right out of the window. So I won't get my hopes up.

After a ten-minute shower, Rhys steps out of my bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips. And boy, does he have muscles.

I've only suspected it from the way his shirts hug his arms and the way he felt under my touch when I hugged him. But seeing him now...almost naked—it sure has me salivate. Not that I would admit that to him.

"Forgot to bring clothes, I see," I say, trying my very best to not look like I'm seconds away from freaking out over his six pack.

"I wanted to try on one of your many sparkly dresses." As he walks over to the other side of my room, I refrain from eye fucking him—so basically, I look back down to my papers.

"I might have one that would fit you."

From the corner of my eyes, I see Rhys lifting his bag on one of my drawers, taking out spare clothes. He's had this bag here for a week, I've been wondering what's inside, just never wanted to invalidate his privacy to find out.

I know what it's like to not have that, so I refused to invalidate his.

No longer being able to look away, my eyes meet his right the second he turns around. "I doubt it."

My eyes wander down to his abs, snapping back up when I realise. I mean, come on. You can't sit me in a room with a half-naked Rhys and expect me not to eye-fuck him. Not after he told me he'd have sex with me just fifteen minutes ago.

"Why do you want to speak to my dad?" I ask, hoping this will keep me distracted from checking him out. It doesn't.

"Just because."

"Do you want to ask him if he's okay with you having sex with me?" Now that I'm saying it out loud, it sounds even worse.

He chuckles in response, shaking his head. "Sparkles, I do not have a wish to die. I just need to talk business with him."

Business? That's new. Like...really new. But about time.

"What kind of business?"

"You," he says, then undoes the towel around his waist, letting it drop down to the floor.

One of my hands instantly shoots up to my eyes, covering them. Not that I should have to. If Rhys didn't want me looking, he wouldn't be standing in my room, naked.