POSSESSIVE

TWENTY ONE

Shall I give you a recap of my life ever since Joy moved in?

After finding out about my parent's death, she randomly decided to be my bodyguard, a bodyguard that follows me even when I shit.

Rest in peace my privacy!

Had I not been strict and never allowed her in the bathroom when I took a dump, she would have followed me inside. Who the fuck guards you when you shit?

Bodyguarding me is the only right thing she has done. Except for that, she has been getting on my nerves nowadays.

She won't stop spitting out about my crush in front of Lisa. She exposed every little thing in front of everyone. Now even the bodyguards give me a knowing smirk whenever I so much as casually glance at Lisa.

Who does that? How can someone expose their beastie so mercilessly? That too, without any remorse.

Is she even my beastie? It feels like she's in team Lalisa rather than team Irene.

She should be on my side, but no. She always goes on about Lisa this and Lisa that. It makes me want to kill that Lisa bitch.

How dare she steal my bestie!

But you know what they say? Karma's a bitch and it always bites you in the ass.

Joy's attempt at seducing Xavier has been continuously unsuccessful.

It makes me so happy to make fun of her when she comes back with an ashen face. It just makes my day.

And yes, she failed miserably every time she attempted to seduce him.

Xavier didn't even budge when she stripped naked in front of him. He just stood there like a stone and looked at her with a cold look.

Poor her!

I'm not happy watching her suffer. *lies*

My heart breaks for her. *Another lie*

And I didn't tease her about it. *The biggest lie of the century*

Ahem, so that's what happened with Joy till now.

Shall we go to our next character, the most insignificant one?

Lalisa...hmm... how should I put it?

She has lost it. I thought she wouldn't try anything funny with Joy sleeping with me but every night after I go to sleep, she sneaks into the room and carries me to the guest room she is staying at.

I would always wake up in her arms with my head on her chest. And of course, with my legs touching her morning wood.

Now, how can I resist when a whole damn buffet is in front of me?

I had to use all of my self-control to not just up and jump on her boner. Especially with the way sheets contour it, it looks irresistible.

How am I supposed to control myself with that right in my line of sight? And so I always ended up running to the bathroom and using my damn finger to make myself cum, while secretly wishing for Lisa to burst into the bathroom and rut me like an animal.

But you know what I did when she did that? I licked the fingers that had been inside me and swayed my way out of the bathroom with a satisfied smirk. All the while blaming my damned pride and Lisa.

Even when I was dying to get dicked down, it made me so happy to see the pained look on Lisa's face when I left her.

Don't let me start on how her dick was throbbing the whole time, almost tempting me to give in.

Again, my pride was bigger than my lust. I have made some foolish mistakes in the past, but I won't make them once again.

It's time for Lisa to pay back!

That's how I ended up coming up with the plan to tease Lisa to death and also in the campus bathroom with my hands in my coochie. I took a picture of me masturbating with my panties on.

I send it to Lisa, wishing she was in some long and important meeting just so she can't do anything about her boner but endure it during the meeting.

Let me tell you a secret.

I know her schedule and I know she has a really important meeting with all of her business partners.

Christofano told me these meetings generally go on for days, the minimum being a day.

That's why I decided to make her life hell during the meeting.

A few minutes later, my phone dinged with her message.

You will pay for it later. That's what the message said. I giggled and unsent the photo, just in case she makes some excuse to go out and rub it out. I can't have it that way. She needs to suffer.

She needs to know the pain I have been through all because of her.

Hehehe.

I laughed as I exited the bathroom, only to bump into a nerdy-looking boy.

As I walked past him, he stopped me.

"Can I have a moment of your time?" He asked, hesitantly.

"I have something to ask you," he added.

I looked at him up and down suspiciously, trying to figure out if he was a friend or a foe.

"Who are you?" I asked blatantly. I know for sure he's not a student here. He doesn't fit blend with the students here.

He smiled at me politely.

"I'm a CIA agent," he introduced himself as Ryan. I scanned him from head to toe once again and decided to listen to whatever he had to say. I lead him to the Cafe I regularly visit. It was near the campus and always a little crowded. There was no reason for me to be concerned about my security there.

"Would you like some coffee?" He asked.

"I would prefer you tell me why you're here," I asked him.

"I have a few questions regarding your sister, Lisa," he started. I showed him the gesture to stop, which he immediately did.

"First of all, she is not my sister," I said through gritted teeth.

"Second, if you have a question for him, you should ask her directly. For you to seek me out like this is creepy," I honestly confessed. Like, dude just goes and ask that Lisbitch if you want to ask something. Why ask me? It's not like I'm her secretary or anything.

"We need information on her from someone who is close to her and can provide the right information. She has ties with the mafia and is one of the biggest dealers of arms. We've been on her case for years but we always find nothing on her. That's why we need your help to expose her dirty dealings," Ryan, or whatever his name was, said.

"You're saying Lisbitch does illegal business," I repeated the meaning of his words before I laughed out loud.

"Sorry for being rude but I think you've been mistaken. Lisbitch is the owner of casinos, hotels, clubs, and so on. She doesn't have a connection to the mafia and she sure as hell doesn't deal with arms smuggling. I think you've mistaken her for some other person. She is crazy, sure but she's not crazy enough to do illegal business," saying that, I got up and turned around to leave.

"If what you're saying is true then I hope the CIA finds some new agents because the current ones are dumb fuckers. That being said, I hope you find your imaginary "proof of her illegal dealings" because no one will be as happy as me if she goes to jail. I will wait for the good news then," I gave him a fake smile and left him alone in the cafe.

I shed my fake smile once I was out of his line of sight.

"Hmmm, what should I charge Lisbitch for not exposing her?" I muttered to myself, thinking of all the things I could gain from defending her.

Lisbitch better be prepared to spend her money. She's about to go broke.

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slow update on the way!