Their Bratty Girl

Chapter Three

Nalia

The next morning I open my eyes and the first thing I notice is that I hear commotion down stairs.

I groan throwing my arm over my face. I'm really not a morning person and the idiots I'm living with are making enough racket to wake up a dead person.

I throw the covers off of myself and shiver under the cold air. I slip out of bed and slip on a pair of slippers that I had resting at the foot of my bed. They are little bulls that make me smile each time I look down at them.

I wonder for a moment if I should change but I decide not to, staying in the tiny pair of shorts and tiny tank top that I wore to sleep last night.

My body guards are dudes so it's not like they will complain about seeing my nipples through my shirt and my ass from the incredibly small shorts.

I walk down the stairs and see the boys in the kitchen much like yesterday. Though this time they are much more dressed and each of them have a gun on their belts. It's it bad that I kinda wish they were in comfy clothes again where I could make out their dicks through their pants and their muscles through their shirts.

At least I can still make out their muscles. I mean these dudes seem to love themselves some tight ass shirts.

I rub my eyes as I walk into the room, their attention turning to me. I'm pretty sure every single one of them look me up and down, their gazes lingering a little longer on my chest.

Ignoring them I ask, "why the hell are you making so much noise?"

That snaps them out of their ogling pretty quick and I can see each of them clench their jaw. They look mad. They look like they really want to do something about it. But they can't touch me.

Ha ha!

Okayyyyy.

"Are you gonna answer me or are you just gonna keep looking at me like that?"

"Looking at you like what baby?" Ethan asks. His voice is deeper than it was yesterday and I can't help but want to shiver at the husky tone.

"Y'all keep on looking at me like you wanna do something but we all know you can't touch me. Suck my dick," I laugh.

That line gets me a dark laugh from Felix. Like a really dark laugh and I have to keep myself from clasping my legs together. Just his laugh has made me feel like I'm dripping.

"We can't touch you huh? We'll see about that," the others laughed with him to and I lost some of my confidence. What the fuck does that mean? I know they can't touch me so why would he insinuate that they can.

I'm kinda unnerved by his words.

I decide that I don't need food anymore and turn to leave the room.

"Stop." My whole body stops, just freezes at the tone. Omg. I'm pretty sure I'm getting my panties and my shorts wet. What if they can see it?

It wouldn't be for them right? It would be because I haven't gotten laid in a while. Yeah that's it. I haven't gotten laid so I'm getting turned on easier than ever. That's it.

"Turn around."

Oh fuck.

I slow my breathing to try and calm my now racing heart. I'm fine they won't do anything to me. They can't do anything to me. I'm fine.

I go to take another step forward, "get you ass back in here Nalia." Oh. Oh. He used my first name. For some reason that just makes me feel like I'm in a lot of fucking trouble. Like a lot.

I clench my fists and turn around, walking all the way back into the kitchen. Crossing my arms over my chest I snap, "what?"

"What the fucking attitude," it's Jackson this time. His words make me want to submit but no way in hell am I doing that. No. Way. In. Hell.

"Or what?" Jackson just shakes his head laughing as if he's in on some private joke. The other join in with him.

Okayyyy.

So I'm the only one who doesn't know what they are thinking and I think I'm kinda at a disadvantage.

"Sit down doll," Felix this time. Carson has been awfully quiet and I turn to look at him. He's got the same dark look in his eyes as the rest. Okay maybe he's not the nice one that I thought he was.

I roll my eyes, "which chair would be to you liking, sir?" I said the last bit as a joke but I saw the way Felix's eyes darkened. Oh shit. He liked that. Okay, definitely not doing that again.

"Just sit your ass down so I can make you eat something. All you had last night if I'm remembering correctly is strawberries so sit down." I scowl at him and plop down into a seat at the table.

Sometimes I can listen. See I just sat down when he told me to, aren't I a super good girl. I laugh out loud at the thought. I'm anything but a good girl.

"What you laughing at darling?" Carson asks as he takes a seat next to me.

"Nothing." I'm pretty sure I said that to quick for it to be believable but whatever.

Felix sets down a plat with eggs bacon and biscuits on it in front of me.

"Oh my god!" I say faking surprise.

"What?" He growls. Like actually growls like a fucking dog. Anyways.

"I just realized you can be nice. It's just super surprising," I say pretending to be innocent.

"That's it," he reaches forward and grabs a fist full of my hair, ripping my head back. A loud gasp leave any mouth as he leans down next to me ear, "eat your fucking food, and watch the bratty attitude."

I don't want to admit that I have to clench my thighs for some degree of relief. And I definitely don't want to admit that my nipples are hardened into peaks because of the rough treatment. It's just cold. Yeah cold.

I know there is a deep blush on my face. I probably look wrecked already. That's one thing I know about myself. It doesn't take much to make me panting needy mess.

He smacks my face somewhat lightly, just hard enough for a small sting and another gasp leaves my lips. Okay seriously, this should not be as hot as it is.

He release my hair throwing my head forward. I plant my palms on the table for some support and with a shaky hand I grab my fork and begin eating.

"That's all it takes to shut you to for a little bit? Damn if I would have known I would have done it sooner." I bite my lip in embarrassment and look down at my plate.

Fuck you too dude!

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