SWEETHEART | 18+

Chapter Thirteen

Currently, I am clutching onto Marcus' waist as tight as I can, because if I let go, I will fall off this bike and die a gruesome death. He swerves around the corner into my apartment complex, revving his engine and probably waking everyone up.

His bike screeches to a stop, and as soon as we're fully frozen in the road, I slap his back. He runs a hand through his hair and laughs.

"Idiot! You're going to get me evicted." I say, climbing off and pulling the helmet away from my head. He grabs my waist and pulls me to his hip, my legs sliding over his thigh. I bite my lip to avoid making any sounds.

"Then you can live with me, sweetheart." He presses his lips to me. I freeze up at first but then melt into his mouth. After a couple of beats, he pulls back, panting. "Good girl. Now get inside, don't want you to freeze." I hand him his helmet, blushing. He takes it and pecks my lips again.

"Goodbye, Mr. Adams," I say, my voice trembling. He pulls on his helmet and makes a heart shape with his hands. I giggle, waving and walking away.

We kissed. Twice. Yeah, we fucked too, but those were our first kisses. It felt so romantic. On the other side of things, he ate me out and railed me. That was pretty nice as well. Both were nice.

"Hello, Narcissus," I state to my cat, who's meowing in my face as soon as I close the door. I feed the feline, refill his water, and then change into a black crop top and leather pants. I lay down on my bed and whine.

Then my phone rings again. I answer Viper's call, rolling onto my back.

"Hello, snake boy," I whisper, already embarrassed about what happened last night. Moaning on call for someone I don't even know. Though I did fuck somebody I don't really know too.

"So..." He starts, and I shake my head.

"No. Just—" I sigh and stand up, yawning. I didn't get any sleep. "I didn't know he was going to do that. Ignore it, please." I hear him groan on the other line.

"Vixen. I have a proposition." I chuckle awkwardly. Did I really open up to him so much yesterday just for him to be a perv? "It's not about moaning. Um, I wanted to know if you would go out with me. I know the Marcus guy just fucked you, and he's probably great, but, uh... give me a chance?" My breath hitches. Unexpected much?

"I don't even know who you are. I've never even seen your face." I say, stumbling over my words like nobody's business.

"I know. So, uh, if you go on a date with me, I will send you face pictures, a photo of my ID, and possibly ab pictures. Beforehand." My heart jumps. But... Marcus. I know we aren't officially anything, but I still couldn't do him like that. But that's the thing. We aren't official. We aren't anything. We fucked, we kissed, and I cooked him food. That's it. Nothing special, nothing hinting at a relationship. Just an intimate hookup. I hope.

"Okay," I choke out. "But I'm not... looking to be romantic, you know. I would rather this be a platonic date, in some way?" My suggestion strikes Viper silent.

"That's alright. When can I redeem this in-some-way-platonic date?" I silently rack my brain calender. I did actually have work today, but only from nine to eleven forty-five. Today was a short shift.

"Are you free for lunch?" I hear Viper sigh.

"Yes? Yes. I can come pick you up, and we can go wherever you would like." I smile to myself. He's a gentleman, at least. "Does twelve work?"

"Perfectly." I walk over to my kitchen, pulling out a mug. "I work until eleven forty-five, can you pick me up there? I'll send the address." I pour myself some coffee and take a sip of the hot drink.

"Fine by me. I will text you those pictures, and... see you later, Vix." The line ends. I set down my phone and continue drinking my coffee. Work, then another date.

I'm practically famous.