He is mine

We are such perverts

Chapter two

“Don’t leave me.” I snuggled on his chest comfortably, we didn’t bother using the bed sheet to cover us up. His skin was all I need. My finger mindlessly traced a pattern on his chest. I rested my chin on his chest and stared at him lovingly.

He leaned down and pecked my lips. “I—” The sound of his phone ringing interrupted him. I sighed and laid my head on the pillow as he reached into his discarded jeans for his phone.

“Hey honey.” I frowned.

“Yea, I’ll be back soon. Love you too.” He glanced at me guiltily at the last bit and I internally fumed. I’m sorry but did we not make incredible love just now? I glared at him. “Alice…”

“Don’t Alice me!” I shrieked, grabbing the pillow under my head and chucking it at him. “Please calm down, my love.” I grew angrier. “Don’t call me your ‘love’ when you don’t mean it!” I used air quotes and angrily stepped into a fresh pair of panties.

“You have to understand—”

I spun around and pointed a finger under his nose. “Understand? I’ve understood for a long time now and you think I don’t know the risks of being with you! I get it, I get everything! You’re the one over your head!” I hissed. I grabbed a shirt and slipped it on. “I’m you mate Richard, not your whore! I don’t want to be your second choice in everything. How do you think I feel? Every time we make love or just be with each other, I feel happy you prick! Then you would always return to her side.” I scoffed.

I shook my head and tugged on my jeans.

“Alice, I promise. Once you’re eighteen, we’ll be together.” I scowled, another excruciating year. I sat down on the bed and thought about it for a minute. Was I really going to put myself up for this again?

He kneeled in front of me and I knew when he touched my hand, instantly, yes, I was going to put up with his crap for another year. I looked at him from under my lashes and he looked so forlorn. I gently placed my hand on his cheek and smiled softly. “One more year.” I whispered.

“One more year.” He repeated and took me into his arms. I smirked, knowing he won’t see my face. One more year? I’m going to make him mine less than that.

He left a chaste kiss on my lips on the way out, he had showered multiple times to get my scent of him. I didn’t. I’m proud I wore his scent. He hesitated before he left. I so badly want to force him to stay with me but I know I can’t. Not yet.

I grabbed my car keys and locked the door behind me, I had to pick up Grace from who-the-hell-that-was’s house. Seriously, I need a pay from being such a good friend. I turned the corner and topped right in front of the house. I see the maids starting to clean up the mess, lucky bastard. Slipping on my ray bans I walked into the house nonchalantly, who cares if the maids looked at me curiously.

“Who are you?” I looked to my left and saw the person in the portrait only much better in real life staring at me. He looked as if he recalled seeing me somewhere and I smirked. “Nobody. I’m here to pick up my friend. Short, blond, probably braless and sprawled somewhere around the couch.” He smirked and gestured me to follow him.