Oh God, how I hate him | JOSEPH DESCAMPS

11- Meddle About

Feeling my heart thump in my chest, my eyes study Joseph's room. A bunch of magazines laid out on his desk, some covering the floor. The one at the top pile has a cover of me. Feeling my heart speed up, I turn to his walls, ripped out pages of my magazine photoshoots on the wall. Oh? Of course, other girls littered it too. Posters from Alain Delon movies and Brigitte Bardot ones too.

"Oh, Brigitte Bardot! I love her!" I squeal, trying to make conversation too.

"Yeah, I figured." Joseph looks me up and down. An awkward expression held on his face.

Biting at my lip, my eyes trail him, then I continue to search his room. My eyes now land on mutiple vinyl records.

"Oh my god, you have Eddy Mitchell! I love his song Détective privé!" I gush out excited, as I now get onto my knees to go through his collection.

"Yeah, his music is good, I prefer Western music more though. Like Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry..." His voice cuts the shuffling sounds of me going through the records.

"Oh my god, I love Elvis' song 'Love Me'!" My eyes twinkling with excitement. I was so energetic for some reason.

Joseph just smiled at me, turning my head back at the records, I feel breathing down my neck. Joseph's body pressing against me, his bulge pressed on the back of my thigh. Jesus Christ, was he actually hard at me going through records? I had to hold back a giggle,oh my God.Why could I never be serious? Feeling Joseph bite at my neck, his hand brushing my waist.

"Joseph..." I start, my tone hushed.

"No, don't speak." Joseph orders me, dominant or what? He grabs my arm, facing me to him.
"Let me know if I'm being rough."

Joseph leans into me, biting at my lips, his rough tongue making its way into my mouth. Grabbing onto his neck, as if holding for my life, I kiss him back, biting back at his. My lips trail down to his neck as I suck on it, biting into it slightly.

Joseph just begins to unbutton the top of his polo shirt, sliding it off. My eyes landing upon his toned torso. Fit. I scratch as his back as his hands desperately rip off at the top of my dress. Joseph plays with my bra clasp, heavily breathing.

"Why won't this stupid fucking thing unclasp?..." he muttered angered.

Letting out high pitched sighs, I lean into his body. Joseph falling back onto his bed, me on top. He caresses at my breasts, licking my forehead. Feeling it tickle slightly, I giggle.

"I thought you despised me!" I whisper, half joking.

"Shut up." Joseph says back, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

Joseph holds onto my waist, as my dress, now fully off. Lies on the floor. My bra set on top of it in a pile. I claw at Joseph's back as if a kitten. Turning over, he now lays on top of me. Gently kissing at my neck. Hearing noises from downstairs, instantly I shove him off. Getting out of his bed, I put back on my bra, pulling my dress over it.

"Zip it." I make a hand motion to the zipper.

Joseph walks over, his polo shirt now on him as he zips it up. Heading downstairs, I quickly fix my hair back to its original look in the massive mirror at the bottom of Joseph's stairs. I pat at my face with powder, hiding the redness on it. Turning around I fix Joseph's hair slightly too, pulling his eyepatch on.

"It was just the heat of the moment okay? Don't ever mention it again, and don't tell anyone." I feel myself order Joseph, he just nods.

"Yeah, I know. I won't." His answer comes back in a small voice.

Smiling at his mother, I enter the room. We talk for a while. Suddenly an idea hits me.

"Mrs Descamps, you know how I do the dancing right? Would it be okay if I took Joseph to a club with me, just for the go go dancing?" Staring sweetly at her, I ask, my voice polite.