Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~47~

I walked down the street, laughing along with Milo who kept ranting about random things. I had just gotten off of work and met up with Milo for a bit, missing my best friend. A few weeks had passed and the photo shoot that I was supposed to do was postponed due to the weather we've been having lately and for reasons that weren't up for discussion.

"Hey, wanna go visit Mr. Lee?" I ask him, smiling at his face. Leroy and Milo never got along, probably because Milo never paid attention in his classes and always pranked the old man. I've been visiting him a lot more lately. Visiting him has been one of my favorite activities as of late.

"I'll go but if his plug is mysteriously disconnected, don't look at me." He huffs, making me snort. We catch a cab and head to the hospital. I text the guys where I'd be, holding back a few giggles at the idiocy they wrote. I looked out the window, knitting my eyebrows together when I made eye contact with a motorcyclist. He had his visor up, just staring at me.

He lifted his hand and dragged his thumb against his throat. His eyes were murderous. Familiar. He sped off, leaving me there questioning everything. I debated if I should tell the guys that but I decided against it.

Something nagged me to tell them.

We got out of the cab and headed inside the hospital, checking in as visitors and heading up to Mr. Lee's room.

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I couldn't help but laugh, Milo was grumbling a few things about how Mr. Lee was too old to still be alive, making me kick him.

"So, pumpkin? How is that little boyfriend of yours?" He asked, grinning at me. I shrink into my seat, feeling shy all of a sudden. He only knew about Zachary.

Zachary.

I smiled at the memories of this morning.

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"Fuck me, sweetheart, how gorgeous can you be?" He groaned softly, wrapping his arms around my naked body. I was just about to go shower when he came inside my room.

"You three are gonna leave me looking battered and bruised with the amount of hickeys you left on me." I huff, leaning against him. He turns me around and sits me on the counter. His hand traveled up my thighs till they reached my core.

"You're ours, sweetheart. You're ours to break. Ours to bruise. Ours to fuck." He mumbles against my skin, his fingers toying at my folds.

"Zachary..." I whisper, leaning my body against his.

"Wrong." He says lowly, making me whimper. I tried to grind against him but he wouldn't allow it.

"Sir." I correct myself.

"My good girl."

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"He's doing great. We're going through some confusing times but we're good." I say, smiling into the back of my hand.

"What about you boy? You got a boyfriend?" Mr. Lee asked, tilting his head to look at Milo. Milo smiled softly and nodded.

"Yeah, he- wait what? How did you-" Milo gapes at him, making me chuckle.

"I know a lot of things boy. I've been on this earth for nearly 100 years." Mr. Lee chuckles. I shake my head softly and get comfortable.

"Mr. Lee-"

"I told you to drop the Mr. It makes me sound old."

"Well, what are you?" I kick Milo again, making him move his chair away from me.

"Old enough to beat your ass."

"Woah, first time hearing you curse." I grin. Lee looks at me and smiles. "I've been working on a story, just something to get my head off of some things." I lie.