𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 created like the sun. 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 made like the moon.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always shining, remaining happy, no matter the obstacles she goes through.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always in the dark, covered in shade and grumpiness.
But one thing, is that when the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍...
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Lucas has officially been fucking the plan up.
"Dude you're acting like you and Estelle are actually dating, you haven't touched a woman in literal ages. Come on let go to the club and just go stress free for a while."
So I have no fucking choice but to agree, not wanting him to start bugging me and especially Estelle about this.
I spread my legs further as I sit on the couch, Lucas had dragged us to the "secret rooms" so we could get "laid".
His words not mine.
The woman finally enters the room, filled with purple and red lights.
Weird ass combination but okay.
She makes her way to me, seeing as her other client — Lucas — is already busy with another woman.
The woman— Kat, sits herself on my lap, I try not to push her off of me, her flowery scent overwhelming all my senses.
She latches her lips on my jaw, moving down to my neck, her hands busy unbuttoning my shirt.
Grabbing her tight ponytail, I drag her head away from mine, she lets out a groan as my hand tightens around the little ponytail.
Her blue eyes stare into mine, like she thinks she can have me. Treat me. Fuck me.
I almost laugh at the thought, she'd have to be a hell of a girl to be able to get to me.
I freeze as she brushes her brushes my lips with her thumb.
Just like Estelle did when I was drunk.
I'd forgotten to tell her that I remember everything, no matter how drunk I was.
Cazzo. I just left her alone to deal with the stalker while I'm over here, letting this lingerie-clad woman sit on my lap.
I let go of her ponytail.
I eye Lucas who looks like he's enjoying his time, as the woman sitting on top of him latches her lips on his own. He has his hands rested on her hips, rocking her back and forth.
I look away from him, pushing the woman off of me, she finds her balance as she stands in front of me, confusion written all over her face.
Fuck, if only I knew why I couldn't just let her treat me, as Lucas likes to call it.
Why the fuck is everything annoying me.
I turn around, taking long strides towards the exit— not even a second later, I find Lucas walking behind me with a grumpy expression.
The man finally catches up to me, "The plan was for you to stop thinking about your fake girlfriend, not imagine her on top of you—" I don't let him finish his sentence, my hands catch the collar of his shirt.
