Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 10 (Pt.4)

Playlist - Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift

Axel

Love was overrated in my opinion. It was such a gentle term to profess what I felt for Astoria. No, I didn't love Astoria. There was no way my feelings could be described as something as mundane as love.

It's madness for me. Whatever love was, if you doubled that emotion it would translate into madness. The maddening need to be with her all the time, to inhale her scent, consume her— it was even beyond for me.

The maddening obsession had deepened over the years. What had started as pure and innocent was now wild and raw. The moment Astoria dots my vision, everything else blurs out. It's me and her.

I fucking want her to be with me all the time. But, given our circumstances, it's far from possible. For instance, I was here at a fucking party my asshole of a friend had thrown and all I could think was about Astoria.

She consumed each and every thought I had. My mind traveled back to the time when she was on her knees for me. I felt myself stiffened under my swim trunks just at the memories of the moment.

I made a mental note to have my way with her again tonight.

"Lighten up, Trent." I heard Chase's holler all the way from the inside of the house. He drew head's his away and a few chuckles from the girls as if he had said something funny.

I was annoyed at myself for even considering attending his party, but I had to separate myself from Astoria. It was only healthy, I told myself. I flipped him off, not bothering to spare him a glance.

Chase was no longer on speaking terms with me after the black eye I had given him for pawing Astoria and taking her as his date. To say his ego was bruised was an understatement, he made sure to deliberately make teamwork difficult during soccer practice, but a quick swat from the coach humbled him down. Now he was busy enjoying all the female attention.

I layed back on the pool lounger, putting on my shades even though the sun had started to diminish its rays. The last thing I wanted was to cause trouble and believe me and I say, my days as an out-of-control school boy were numbered.

The moment I turn eighteen, I am putting a ring on Astoria's finger and leaving this town, this state, heck even this country if I play my cards right. I wanted to stay far away from the clutches of my father. Whatever prospective future he had planned for me, I wanted no part of it.

For once, I wanted to leave the reputation that precedes me and start fresh.

The smoke wafted out of my mouth as I stared into space. I didn't realize that someone had called my name until two perky globes of tits were shoved at me. I groaned, inwardly. Jenna wrapped an arm around with her bikini-clad ass perched on my lap.

"Baby, where have you been?" She clinged to me. "Texts not returned, calls not answered, you're behaving off." Her eyes held a glint of accusation in them even though her words sounded nonchalant.

I sighed, withdrawing her arm from my neck. "I have been busy and the last time I checked, I didn't answer you."

A frown marred her pretty face. "Busy enough to not fuck me?" She slid her fingers to my crotch. "A quickie, please?" Aw... it was cute to watch her fail miserably to seduce me. I mean, my dick didn't even respond to the rasp of desperation in her voice. It gave nothing, no jump at all.

My hands slid under her perched ass. A victorious curl of Jenna's lips quickly faded when she realized what I had done. I had lifted her off me and dropped her on the marble floor. She dropped on a thud sound, letting out shriek, not from the drop, but because I had rejected her advances.