The Rich Boy's Desires

chapter twenty-nine

JASON'S POV

I relieved myself into the toilet, humming to myself. After I finished, I zipped up my pants, and flushed the toilet, and went towards the sink to wash my hands. I looked into the mirror and stared at my reflection. A huge smile slowly spread across my lips, feeling good about myself.

I dried my hands with a towel and left the bathroom that is connected to Paisley room. I spotted Paisley digging through the drawer with just a towel around her body. 

My eyes scanned her up and down as I envision her naked body under the towel. Her beautiful brown skin that glows wherever the sun hits her, her glistening fat pussy I want to slide my dick deep inside in, and that round ass I love to grab on. I just want to snatch that towel off her and fuck the shit out of her.

Better yet, put a baby inside her.

Our will be a perfect mixture of our skins. I hope they have Paisley's beautiful smile and her eyes too. I hummed softly. I can't wait until that happens.

I licked my bottom lip and began walking up behind her.

"Oh!" I startled her when I wrapped my arms around her thick waist. I smiled. "Hey, Princess." I placed a gently kiss on her cheek. She smiled shyly. "H-Hey."

"Are you still sore?" I asked, trailing kisses along her neck. She nodded slowly. "A little bit. I hope the pain will go away by tomorrow morning." She hummed. Then she grabbed her clothes and tried to move around me, but I trapped her between me and her dresser. I can see the confusion in her eyes as she probably questions why.

I cleared my throat before speaking, "I'm sorry about earlier. I sort of got carried away and I don't mean to be rough with you." I apologized whilst moving a piece of her hair from her face.

"Um. . .it's okay, I forgive you. I-" She dropped her eyes to the ground. "I didn't mean to piss you off and I'm sorry about staying contact with Alison. I just wanted a friend. " She spoke softly, playing with the fabric of her shirt nervously.

I grabbed her chin and lifted her head. Her beautiful brown eyes met my blues one, and I lean forward and peck her soft lips. "It's okay, princess." I whispered softly. I reached out and took some of her curls and twirled it around my finger. "I want you to know that I'm not mad with you, just upset. I don't want you to get hurt again like last time and to be frank with you, I don't trust her." I spoke in a serious tone.

she looked at me confused. "Why? She's a nice person."

I chuckled lightly. "Paisley, you're too trusting." I shook my head. "Everyone can seem nice on the surface. I mean, Kylie seemed like she cared about you, right?" I raised my eyebrow.

I watch her face saddened as she, I assumed, recalled that night at the party when she found both her friend and her ex together. "Look, I don't trust her, and you shouldn't too either. You don't know her all too well and she came from nowhere. You don't know where she came from, her family and we don't know her intentions are. For all we know she could be some criminal or a mentally unstable person." I stated.

It's true we don't know anything about her but I'm not taking any chances with Paisley getting close to that bitch. The only person she needs is me. If she needs a friend, then I'll be her friend. She doesn't need anyone but me.

Paisley pursed her lips. "I-I just don't want to be l-lonely." She stammered over her words.

I grabbed both side of her face and gaze into her eyes. "You're not alone, okay? I'm here with you and I'll stick with you to the end. I'll never hurt you like what those bastards did. I promise that on my life," I said genuinely. I really meant that, just as long she doesn't do things that'll sent me off.