Noelle maintained eye contact with him while she grinded against another man. Holden squinted, gripping his glass, making his knuckles turn white. She noticed this and gave a mischievous smirk while he mouthed; "Go to hell." Noelle shook her head at...
I wake up, getting out of bed and noticing Holden is gone. I shrug it off because he probably left when the group came back or he left me because he was uncomfortable, or because I was vulnerable?
I sigh, picking up my phone, noticing a sticky note on it.
"Left to get hangover foods, I'll be back in 10. -Holden." I read, smiling and taking the post it note off my phone and putting it in my pyjama pocket.
My bedroom door creaks open, Cleo. I place a hand to my face, casually rubbing it and mentally smack myself. "I don't want to hear about your problems with my brother today Cleo." I manage to say, while I walk to my purse and grabbing gum, shoving that into my pocket also.
She mumbles and turns around leaving my room, I follow her and go to the living room where I hear grumbling of people who have severe hangovers.
"Goodmorning everyone!" I chirp and they all jump out their skins, glaring at me. Ingrid sees that I clearly did that on purpose and in a fit of anger she throws a pillow at my face at full speed.
I miss it obviously because I'm walking. I tsk at my sister, shaking my head. Holden then walks through the door, slamming it, once again making everyone jump out their skin.
"They had pancake mix for once." he whispers and they all whisper back an audible 'yay'.
He comes into the kitchen where I am and grabs one side of my waist with one arm and pulling me over to him. "Holden-" I gasp quietly. He chuckles, grabbing a pan. "He'll know, it's quite obvious you're holding my waist."
"Would you like me to grab your ass instead love?" he murmurs. "It would be better but no thank you." I murmur back, placing a hand on his and pressing my ass into his dick, leaning over as a joke.
I look back at him and smirk, he glares at me, starting to make the pancake batter and ignoring my actions. He pulls his hand off my waist, stirring the batter.
I press my ass more into his dick and he groans a little, putting the wooden spoon down and grabbing my wrists and pulling me up, pushing me away.
He looks at me with his eyebrows pinched together. He places the pan on the hob and starts to pour out the pancake mix. I roll my eyes and walk back to my room, flopping back on my bed.
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She fucking pressed her ass into my dick. I think Kai noticed, he was staring at me after I groaned. Shit. He's getting up, his walk screams 'I'm still tipsy'.
He walks over, throwing his plate into the sink. "Holden." he whispers. "What's up with you and my sister?" he asks through gritted teeth.
"What the fuck are you on about Kai?" I reply and he grips my wrist firmly. "You groaned when she leaned onto the counter and you both were awfully close."
