greatest desires

chapter 2

it's been a week of grey being here, he's so annoying, always thinking he's damn better than me. The only good thing about him is his bum, it's a nice bum. It's definitely bigger than mine, so it's another reason to hate him, but I really just wanna smack it- like, really bad.

It's sort of just there, like, if you put a marshmallow infront of a child, there going to touch it, that's how I feel about greys bum. It's just there, and I really want to touch it.

Not in a sexual way obviously, I've never done anything sexual, and definitely do not want to do it with him- that's for sure, but just to be annoying, I wanna poke it. It seems like it would jiggle.

(just did 3 paragraphs on greys bum so yeah😍)

I got to admit, he's pretty fine, but I'd never get with him, he's too self centred. He always wants stuff his way, and he cares about his reputation wayyyy to much.

My brothers the same though, I'm not sure why, but he's all about keeping his reputation on top, and never making mistakes. It's weird, it's like he'll get punished or something if he makes a mistake, but obviously he won't.

Maybe his stripper boss will fire him if he makes too much of a scene of himself-

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"grey i fricking hate you!!" I yell, he's ruined all of my new clothes! He's decided to mix my clothes with his muddy ones, and now mine are stained and wrecked. Not everyone can afford new clothes all the time. He actually sucks.

If they were old clothes I wouldn't really care, but they're literally brand new, like, I got them 3 days ago, and he's destroyed them! I'm going to actually kill him when I see him.

I storm up to him, full of rage over my new clothes, that were now shreds of material, and barge through his door of the guest room without even knocking.

"how many times do I have to tell you, don't mix my clothes with yours!" I grudge, and he just looks at me for a split second, then back at his laptop, barely taking notice of me.

"uh, hello?? your just gonna ignore me?" I say, walking closer to his desk. He just brushes my complaint off again, and continues with his work. Whys it so important anyways, my clothes are more important than his stupid work. Stripper work probably.

I kick his desk as hard as I can in frustration, clearly not doing any damage at all, as he just looks at me and chuckles, before going back to his work, again.

ugh.

"Are you literally deaf or something?" I groan, annoyed at the fact he's ignored me multiple times now, and then he stands up.

I forgot how tall he was.

He towers over me, caging me between his chest and the desk, which I had walked into while backing away from him, realising I should have just left him alone.

"your really pushing it kid." He mutters, not breaking eye contact.

Me? Pushing it? This is literally my home, where I live. He's just a guest, he should really learn some darn manners. He's come to my home, broke all of my rules, and now he's acting like he can boss me around. Well, to be true, it's jaces house, and I'm just living in it while dads in prison. Hopefully it'll be for a long time. But still, he should at least respect me anyways.

"My names Leyla. Not kid." I mumble, but it barely comes out as a little squeak to him, as he completely blanks my comment.

I notice his jaw tense and his tongue run briefly over his teeth, while keeping eye contact with me. I'm so confused right now, I'm not sure what he's feeling, but he's making me feel so little and helpless caged inside his arms.