POSSESSIVE

FIFTEEN

"It was all a dream," I chuckled when I woke up on a bed, with Lisa nowhere in sight. And my body is squeaky clean.

I must have lost my mind, that's why I had such a dream. Me having sex with Lalisa? That's impossible.

"You're up? Here, I made breakfast," Lisa entered the room, shattering my fake dream into a real one.

Why now? Why? Why? Just why does she have to enter right now? I was going to deny the reality for as long as I could. So, why now?

I can't believe I gave in to her advantages. Just what was wrong with my brain? Is it because she had covered my body with her so I wouldn't get hit by the bullet? Is that why my heart softened?

No, that's not it. It's Lisbitch's fault. Her fault for messing with my head. At that moment, my guard was at its weakest and she probably knew it. That's why she was bent on seducing me last night.

I glared at her as placed the breakfast on the bedside table.

"You didn't think it was a dream, did you? I don't mind reminding you again that it was real," she smirked smugly.

I wish I had a gun with me right now. I would like to shoot this bastard right on her forehead. How dare she tease me about it. She already knows how much I detest that I was so weak against her advantages.

She must be smug about it, right?

"Just so you know that was the worst sex I've had," I said.

"That was the first time you ever had sex," she corrected my sentence. How the fuck does she knows that?

"Just so you know, self-sex is sex too. All of my dildos are bigger than yours and they work better than you," I gritted out. I couldn't let her get smug about it.

"Really? The last one I had licked was surely smaller than mine. Was I mistaken?"
Fucking bastard.

"Get out," I pointed towards the door. She had some guts to chuckle at me.

Beautiful Handsome bastard.

Fuck. What's wrong with me? Urgh. I'm losing my mind.

"Get out," I screamed in frustration. I'm a second away from blowing her head off or mine. Mine from migraine, of course.

"I'm leaving," she pulled me to her, and before I could react, her lips descended on my lips. My eyes widened in shock.

The nerve of this bitch.

I punched her chest with my fist so she could let me go.

"Get the fuck out," I screamed like an evil witch at her. She hummed a tune as she walked out of the room.

I could die right now. How did my judgment get so bad? Out of so many humans on this planet, I just have to fuck this bastard.
Why?

Why her?

Just whyyyyyyyyyyyy?

I pulled the blanket on my head and screamed.
The remorse I'm feeling right now can't be described in words. The first sex I've had, and the best one at that, how can it be with her?

How can she beat my dildos at it? I can still feel inside her.

And worst of all I want to feel that again.

I'm fucked.

Totally. Utterly. Fucked.

Someone chose the wrong time to enter the room.

"Lalisa, if you show your ugly face to me one more time, I'm going to shoot a gun in your ass," I screamed, only to find some woman standing awkwardly at the door of the room.