A'roya

Chapter Twelve

Heyy.

I know it's late but Highschool is so tiring. Idk how some people be in college and on time.

Don't worry I'm here though hehe!

Derek was coming back tomorrow, so I had to leave today, but it doesn't mean I couldn't get my Starbucks first.

"I love you, Pookie!" I said, sipping on my Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino as Vincent glared at me.

"Do not call me Pookie, ever."

"My bad, G," I smirked, but he only scoffed. "Oh, come on, Starbucks is so cheap. You'll be fine."

"I don't understand why I had to take time out of my day to get it," Vincent complained while watching me eat.

I shrugged. "That's what good boyfriends do." He only snorted, and I pouted. "I have a question,"

He side-eyed me. "Yes?"

"Are you into BDSM? I'm asking because you were really turned on by me calling you sir."

"Yes, was that all?"

Jeez, no filter. "Are you not scared that you'll scare me off?"

"No, you're mine. You can't go anywhere."

I rolled my eyes. "Vincent, I can never tell when you're being serious or not."

"I'm being very serious. I would like to see you tied up, your cunt throbbing and dripping, you begging me to fuck you. I would very much make you walk around in public with a vibrator up your pussy and a butt plug up your ass."

I gaped at his crude words....well, my pussy's already throbbing.

Vincent smirked. "I know, A'roya, very soon, I'll take care of that for you."

"Oh, so not now anymore?"

Vincent shook his head. "I'd rather see you beg."

"Sadistic much?" I asked, throwing away my trash.

"Very," he smacked my ass roughly before walking away, leaving me with my mouth open.

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Derek is about ten minutes from our house, and I'm doing some deep cleaning.

Derek cannot see the dishes and everything. Vincent didn't let me do jack-shit, and now I need to fix that.

I do now realize that this isn't the life I want and if I do have kids, for my children too. It's toxic and unreliable.

I love Vincent, and so I'm going to talk to my parents about it. I'm going to ask for their help in divorcing Derek.

But for now? I'll fake it till I make it.

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"Hey, Derek." I smiled at him, and he just walked past me.

"Where's my food?"

I rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking. "In the microwave, check."

"Come get it, stupid."

I sighed, walking into the kitchen and taking out his mac and cheese. "Here you go, darling."

I placed his food in front of him and, well, tried to move, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. "I want a child, so be prepared."

My eyes bulged. "No-I–I'm not ready."