~Richer For Poor~ ||Bruno Mars Fanfiction

~The same situation, but not a chapter so have fun reading this~

Angela's POV:

I am waiting for Bruno to leave this mansion while I'm making myself a healthy milkshake.

I made him breakfast just to be sweet to him. Meanwhile, Bruno comes into the kitchen and snoops at what I'm doing. "I'm going to be leaving for the studio." He says, standing there. I didn't say a word.

I darted my eyes up at him and smiled a little. He smiled as well, seeing his deep dimples show with his perfect white teeth.

When he came around the counter, I pursed my lips. Thought I was done for.

I gave Bruno a sideways glance at what he was doing. But then Bruno turns around, and I turn my face towards my milkshake.

Is he ever going to leave!?

He's making me very nervous, I'm sweating in my armpits. He surprised me when he came up to me and slapped my ass. I close my eyes, looking all stiff with my fist balled up.

"Mm, you look good in your workout clothes girl ". He chuckled. He pissed me off so much.

I can't stand living with him for long.

I seriously respond, "Ooh if you touch me again, I swear I will ooh I will." He cut me off "Or what Angie". I looked back at him, and he slammed the refrigerator door. It made me jump a little bit from him slamming the fridge.

I can hear his shoes tapping on the floor softly while walking towards me. I look back at the counter just looking down in nervousness.

The presence of him behind me made my body get goosebumps. He slammed the water bottle onto the kitchen counter. I closed my eyes and gulped with guilt.

Could he possibly know my plan?

I don't know if he knows my plan or what his problem is. I feel nervous a little bit but also furious.

But then I couldn't be angry. he breathes softly onto the skin of my right shoulder.

I shift my head toward him just enough to where I can only see His lip by my shoulder.

He makes his move by placing his hands right on my hips. I jumped a little bit, not expecting that at all.

But when I remembered when he scared me, I got angry again. I tried to push him off of me, but he pulled me back on him.

He pressed his lips deeply on my neck and started pecking it softly and slowly.

A gasp appears out of me Softly. His words hit my skin. "What you gonna do, Angie?" He responds softly in a raspy way.

I couldn't bear his touching, his kissing, and the teasing. He hit a spot so well to the point that I can't get mad at him.

It was getting Intense. I felt like I was getting hot and sweaty. I could feel Beats of sweat running down my forehead but metaphorically.

I tried to act like I wasn't liking it, but I loved it. He got me good.

He brushed both of his lips against my neck but felt the bottom lip bush against my neck alone.