Obsessive (AMBW)

Act XIV

Milan

My fingers slid over each fold, massaging my clit while I thought of him.

"Taste yourself, love, see why I'm so obsessed with you." He said, he hummed slightly, taking in my wetness, devouring it.

Two fingers slid in, gliding over my body, over the scar he caused inside my thigh, as if marking what was his. I shivered, my body jerked as I reached climax.

My eyes opened, my breathing heavy. I still had a few more hours before our date and I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I had talked everybody's head off about him, Bree especially, since she could understand more than Elijah.

"Like, I felt like he was rough but he brought in a world of pain that I was into. Knives? Like I could never get Lucas to try that!" I twisted my fingers, thinking deeply as Bree sighed.

"Sure, alright. Listen I know your ready for your date but we still have the whole world going on. Your the only person who got lucky enough to fuck their boss, we still have to work." Elijah cocked his head, confused by the recent attitude she had been giving me.

"Yeah, no your right. Have a good day." Bree opened her mouth, before getting a text on her phone. She smiled.

"I think I will. Looks like I have a date too." She smirked, walking out the door in a trenchcoat which hid the outfit she would be wearing tonight.

I looked down, tucking my head into my knees as I sighed.

"Elijah we haven't fought since we met, but why did that seem like an argument?" I questioned, he sat down next to me, laying his head on my shoulder.

"Mimi, she off her rocks or something. That's why I'm into men." He kissed my forehead. "Don't let it get to your head because soon enough, you'll be giving the CEO of MOONK head and it won't even matter." he blew me a kiss, walking out with his bag as he head to work as well.

Suddenly, at a time where I was the least lonely I could be, I felt more lonely than I had in a while. That's what led me to be touching myself, it wasn't something I did often, unlike Dak-Ho I couldn't just jerk off at work and it be okay. I stood up off my bed, making my way to the restroom as I looked at my body. The marks were still clear as day, and the cut on my leg was visible when walking. I swallowed, wondering what I would wear, or what I would do to my hair.

Then my doorbell rang, I peeked out, slightly afraid because before this I watching a bunch of horror movies and ate a bunch of weed gummies.

"Who is it?" I yelled.

"Er, Package!" A man said with a heavy Korean accent, I thought back, thinking maybe it was one of my roomies sex toys that I would find all over the place.

"Coming." I spoke in Korea, pulling my shirt down. I opened the door, the mailguy smiled, handing me a paper to sign while he pulled out multiple bags and boxes.

"Mr. Kang Dak-Ho ordered for us to deliver you these clothes, jewelries and shoes and any other things you would use to accessories. He also left this note for you." I understood most of what he said, dragging the bags in and reading the note.