ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

SIX

penelope

a finger jabs at my face multiple times before my eyes involuntary open to catch the culprit of the assault on my face. before trevor can drive his index finger into my face again i grab his wrist to stop him from doing so.

"oh good," he moves off the bed. "you're awake."

i sleepily nod and regret waking up in the first place. not that it was voluntarily anyway.

"the bathroom is all yours this morning." he yells from the kitchen rustling utensils around and i wince when i hear a fork scrape a plate.

"wow no name calling or teasing today. little trevor is growing up!" i say swinging my legs off the bed and stretching.

trevor is walking from the kitchen back into the bedroom and he stops in his tracks when he sees me stretching, my chest poking out. i can't say i didn't do it on purpose. i catch him staring at my boobs and for the first time i don't feel exposed.

"want a pic of them, trev?" i jokingly grab my boobs in my hands. "come on take a picture it'll last longer."

he pulls his phone out way faster than i expect. "don't have to ask me twice." he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"no!" i go to cover my chest with my arms and even if i have my pajama shirt on and he can't actually see my chest, i don't want trevor having a picture of me grabbing my boobs on his phone.

"dickhead." he sticks his tongue out after examining the picture and making an "L" with his hand and put it to his forehead.

he'll definitely use that photo to blackmail me later.

"you're the worst!"

trevor scoffs.

i gather my clothes i plan on wearing for the day and start brushing through my tangled hair that desperately needs a hair mask.

"what are your plans for the day? perhaps another hookup in my bed?" i say looking at him through the mirror in the bathroom.

he laughs sarcastically. "oh, penelope. what are your plans?" he asks bending down and picking something up off the floor. "spending time with this guy perhaps?"

i gasp and freeze at the same time as i look at what he's holding up in the mirror. i know that color pink very well. i turn around and go to snatch the pink vibrator from him but he pulls it away and holds it above his head where i can't reach.

"oh my god! were you going through my stuff!?" i ask in horror. i'm so embarrassed i could literally just jump off the deck outside the villa, into the water, and voluntarily never come back up for air.

trevor laughs as he starts flicking the switch on and off. "maybe."

"trevor that's super invasive and creepy, you know." i would rather be dead than be here right now.

"oh relax you wench. you left it on top of everything and your suitcase was open. it looked so lonely." he pouts. "i felt bad for the little guy."

i groan aggressively. "give it back!"

trevor shrugs and drops it out of his hands. the thing smacks me in the forehead first before i catch it. so now i'm going to call celeste and ask her to book me the first flight home because now i feel like i can't face trevor even if doesn't think twice about the "liberating experience."

"don't be so eager, p." trevor calls. "i'll leave you to it!" he says before walking out the door and slightly slamming it behind him.

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