Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 4

The night was pretty intense as things go. Jake was so submerged in my body. he seemed lost for most of the night. I lay there in the darkness, wrapped against his strong chest, just staring into nothing. It may have been intense for him but unfortunately I knew I had been using him to try and forget the connection I felt with Becky. I was playing a dangerous game that could hurt everyone involved.

I left Jake sleeping in the morning. I could take the silence no longer and decided to slip back to my parent's mansion.

"We are home a little late aren't we, Miss Chankimha?" Monty replied, opening the door for me when I realised I had no keys.

"Sorry Monty," I whispered, sneaking in, hoping neither of my parents were up.

"They are still in bed Miss Chankimha," Monty smiled.

"Thank God," I sighed rushing up the main spiral stair case.

"I take it you won't be needing breakfast?"

"No thank you, Monty," I called rushing into my room.

I jumped into the shower straight away, wanting to try and wash away last night. It was so wrong of me to use Jake like that, but at the time I knew I needed it. Jake hadn't even taken me over the edge last night. As much as he tried, I just couldn't reach the finishing line. I had to fake the orgasm in the end, just so I could get some sleep.

I was scared because Becky was more under my skin than I could have ever imagined. Had it really only been four weeks since I first laid eyes on her – impossible?

I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and baggy shirt before I finally fell into my soft comfortable bed. As I fell into dream land, my body relaxed.

oxoxoxoxo

"Freen, are you ill?" My mother called from my door. I opened my eyes, groggy, looking at my clock. It was now two in the afternoon.

"No, I'm just really tired," I called.

"What have you been doing?" My mother asked walking in.

"I had a late night."

"I can't wait until you go back to college. I hate it when you drink yourself stupid. What if the papers had seen you?"

"Mom, it's not like we are in the public eye. Most people have no idea who I am," I moaned.

"Just be careful Freen, please. Just think about your father's reputation."

"I need to sleep," I yawned, pulling the duvet back over my head.

"You are so stubborn. You get that from your father." My mother muttered, leaving.

I was already half a sleep before she even shut my door.

oxoxoxoxo

"Do I really have to go?" I moaned at my parents over dinner later that week.

"Freen, your father would really like you to be there," my mother replied, disappointed. "Just think of all the young rich eligible bachelors you will meet."

"Wonderful," I sighed.

"It will be nice for us to go out as a family. I thought you would enjoy the charity ball." My father replied. "I will buy you an amazing dress. You won't even compare to Cinderella."

"I'm not five anymore Daddy," I rolled my eyes at her.

"Please Freen, for me." My dad smiled. I couldn't say no. "Wonderful, shall I just give you my credit card for the dress or would you like to go shopping with your moth . . ."