"All is fair in love and war."
Not when you didn't choose your love. Not when everyone else is against you in war. Not when you're Amy Tràs.
19-year-old Amy Tràs has been through a lot. Amy's apparent, "love" has now been chosen by her family and sh...
We all stood in silence. No one moved, no one talked. The two stared at the floor, me feeling guilty. I asked a question I shouldn't.
"I don't know." Sofie muttered."I apologise, Sofie..." I bowed. She gave me a sad smile, then made some small talk with me and Louis. She was nice, but was definitely hurt.
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Me and Louis were running like bulls. We were so into our date, we forgot about our next appointment, a beautiful skydeck in the middle of the city." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Louis panted, rapidly pressing the lift button."We. Are. So. Fucking. Late." He cried. His father and my mother were planning this week long date, and trust me, you don't want to disappoint them.
"Uh...Louis?"
"What, Amandra! We're a fucking late! By an hour!"
"There are kids here-"
"Who gives a shit?!"
"I know, but what I wanted to say was-"
"Tell me already!"
"I would if you stopped cutting me off, idiot!"
"Fine! Just say the damn words!"
"THE LIFT IS OUT OF ORDER YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" I screamed. Little kids stared at me, their parents cursing under their breath.
"Oh." Louis realised. A poster with the words 'Out of order' was printed on it, in big red letters. I sighed as he blushed from embarrassment. We entered the other lift instead. I stared at Louis. He looked at me, humiliated.
"It's not that bad, you know."
"I looked stupid." He pouted. "You are stupid, so no surprise there." I giggled.
"Do you know who the fuck you're talking to?"
"Ooh~ So dominant~"
"Shut up!" He took both of my hands and pinned them above me, my body flat against the wall.
"Damnnnnnnn~" I said.
// Louis' POV //
When we finished up with Sofie, she treated us to some quick drinks. Both me and Amy spotted our favourite drinks. I only drank a bit, knowing that I would have to catch up to plenty of work. Stupid mafia. As for Amy, she was acting like a drunk bastard. Well, she was a drunk bastard. I stared at her table. Four full bottles of blackberry rosé wine?! I never knew she loved it that much. I pulled out my phone and opened Google.'How to control drunk bastards that act like babies without using violence' I searched up. I clicked on the first website.
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"Fuck off mate!" I shouted, throwing my phone across the room.
"This is why I drink apple juice." Sofie muttered, sipping her apple juice.
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We were on floor 12, our designated floor being floor 84. I licked her neck, as she shivered. I then started to unbutton her blouse. Floor 20. We still have time. She slid off my shirt, revealing my chest. "Such hot abbbbbbbbs~!" She moaned. I smirked, while unclipping her bra. Floor 27.
With her bra hung off on her shoulder, I started to kiss her neck all the way down to her shoulders. She moaned happily. Drunk Amy was the best but worst Amy to fuck with. 'Now's my chance.' I thought. Floor 35. I carried her by the ass, pressing her even harder against the wall. The back of her body was resting against the lift wall, the front of her body smashed against mine. I unzipped my pants, not wanting to take my pants off. She lifted up her skirt gleefully, desperately wanting my cock. Floor 41. She slid her panty to the side, revealing that tight, beautiful pussy of hers. She giggled as I was about to take my boxers off.
Ding!
The lift opened. A little girl and her parents were standing there. Her mother covered her daughter's eyes, as the father stared at us. "W-we'll take the other lift. S-sir." He lifted his cap off, as the lift shut it's doors. Maybe not today.
I zipped my pants back up and slid on my shirt. I helped Amy dress herself, as she refused to. "Nooooo! I wanna suck your big cock daddyyyy~~!" She complained as I tried to hide my erection. Finally, after minutes of akward silence, Floor 84.
