Bad taste

You're not special

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*Riya version*
"We need to go slow." He told me.

"How slow?"

He pulled back, so I can see the seriousness in his eyes. "I won't touch you until Tom gets a new girl."

My eyes rounded. "You can't be serious! This is going to take a while." I pointed out. "And you are touching me right now."

He cocked his head, his fingers tightening around my ass. "You know what I mean."

I pulled him in, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his lips. "I'm sure you touched Tom's girls before."

"When he had more." He clarified. "And don't compare yourself to them." He took my face in his hands. "You are different. He likes you."

Our lips met again and my body was rolling into his, feeling him. I held his hips, pressing him between my warm legs.

"Riya." He breathed out, pulling his mouth away. "Stop it." He responded.

"You won't be able to stop yourself." I whispered against his jaw, looking up at him with thoughtful eyes. "This is what we were built for, Bill. You and me." I left soft, slow kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and I felt his arms break out in chills. He wrapped his arms around me, holding my tight and looking down into my eyes.

"We've got to keep this quiet, okay?" He told me. "Just for now. I don't want anyone to catch us."

I looked at him, puzzled. "Why?" I asked like I didn't know the answer.

"You are his Riya, and he wants to make you his girl." He pointed girl as he explained. "If they will find out, I would be forced to kill you in front of him, this is the rule." And then he threaded his fingers into my hair, holding me nose to nose. "And I have my own girl." He played with my mouth, nibbling my lips.

I pulled away, looking pained as I pushed his hands down off me. "I understand." I replied.

"I know." He looked at me. "Believe it or not, it's the best." He assured me. "And, if you're asking the others about me or Tom, Tom is way better, trust me."

I straightened my spine, I felt angry, but I couldn't do anything. I'm angrier because Sofia can do everything she wants with him, but I'm barely allowed to look at him. "Well then, you have to leave." I was hopping for him to refuse.

"Yes."  He looked and gave me a smile, then left me alone, here? Fuck this player.

"You just said I'm special, and you want me, and now you are leaving?!?" I breathed hard when he grabbed me by the arms and pushed me into the railing in front of the window, hovering down over my face. My face twisted as I whispered, "You're hurting me." His fingers where digging into my arms, after he realised he relaxed his hands.

He pushed off me, backing up. "This was a mistake." He bit out, scowling at me. "You're pretty, and you have a pussy, but other than that, you are not special. You are just ass."

His words hits me as they were bullets, my eyebrows nose dived, and I felt my eyes pooled with tears. He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me as I cry out. "You hear me?" He growled in my face. "You're not special. You're nobody!"

He released me, my chest hollowed, and I sucked air struggling to breathe. I watched him leaving, I began to follow him, twisting around and charging down the stairs. He made his way to the over to the booth, he dug his keys out of his pocket and tossed the on the table.

"Make sure Riya gets home." He told them. "I'm walking." I watched their confusing faces, and Tom stand up.

"What the hell happened?" Tom demanded.