Morgan pondered the floors of the room, wondering what she could possibly do to escape this prison cell. She was trapped like a wild animal and no way in hell was she going to sit and wait to see what Justin had up his sleeve next.
She already tried escaping twice and in both times she got caught by his "people." The only way she had around them was when Justin wasn't around. . . and that was when idea struck. A smirk played on her lips and Morgan opened the door to the room.
"Sorry doll face." Peter stood in front of her, as he stood up straight, no emotion on his face. "But you're not getting out of here until word comes from the boss."
"The boss?" Morgan scoffed as she rolled her eyes, clearly finding this whole situation to just be ridiculous.
Nodding his head, he pursed his lips. Not another single word left as he turned around and faced forwards.
"Come on bro!" Morgan spat. "I have to leave this room somehow! I need to. . ." She pondered the thought, "Use the bathroom!"
Turning around and eyeing her suspiciously, Peter didn't budge instead he declined her offer. "No way in hell. I am not getting in trouble for your little ass hun. Get back inside and hold your piss."
"For your information, I have a big ass." Morgan pointed a finger at him. "And second, Justin can suck my dick. I need to use the bathroom. You know, women issues? It's important. I can't hold it in!" Morgan whined her voice, her lips forming in a pout. "Please?" She begged.
"No." Peter shook his head. "I am not putting myself on the line for you. The bosses order was to keep you in here and hell, that’s exactly what I'm going to do. So get back in there and shut your mouth and hold in your shit because I am not letting you out." Grabbing Morgan and throwing him over his shoulder, he began making his way back into the room.
"Let me down!" Morgan pounded her fists against his back, anger evident in her voice. Once Peter ignored her, Morgan knew she had to do this the hard way. Leaning down she stroked him in his lower abdominal, causing Peter to let her go and groan out in pain. "Sorry." She whispered before running out of the room and down the stairs only to be grabbed once more. "Seriously?!" She muttered to no one in particular.
"Where do you think you’re going babe?" Morgan looked over her shoulder to see Justin once again. His eyebrow arched as he smirked.
"Seriously Justin? Just let me go already. This is getting old, real quick." Morgan mumbled, as a sigh escaped her lips. She was getting tired of this.
"You're not going anywhere. I told you already . . . sit tight. I have plans for you babe." He leaned towards her ear. "You're having dinner with me tonight."
"Dinner?" Morgan couldn't help but laugh. "With you?" She burst into hysterics. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" She spat, her hand meeting in contact with her knee as she looked up at him, not being able to control herself.
"You can laugh all you want, but you'll be surprised to see what I got up my sleeve. Now there's a dress up in your room. Put it on and look pretty. I got something's up there for you to pretty yourself up with. When you're done meet me down here." Justin pushed her towards the stairs as he slapped her butt once she began making her way up.
Turning around and glaring at him, Morgan scoffed to herself as Justin grinned walking away. Morgan couldn't help but want to vomit but she had to do what he wanted if she wanted to get the hell out of here.
Walking into the room, Morgan was surprised to see Justin wasn't kidding. There was a dress on the bed and a whole lot of makeup and accessories of all kind layered about the dresser attached to the huge mirror. "Wow. . ." She murmured to herself in surprise as she walked over to the bed. Grasping the hanger in her hand as she glanced down at the dress. "Oh no." She shook her head, throwing the door open as she fumbled out and down the stairs.
"Ready already?" Justin spoke up as he hung his arm on the edge of the stair chamber, his brow arched as Morgan narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's this?" Morgan held the dress up so Justin could see, her face fuming.
"A dress?" Justin replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world as he looked up at her with a smile to die for.
"Funny." She scoffed. "I am not wearing this. Especially for you."
"Why not?" Justin moved closer to the stairs so that he was in clear view in front of her. "It's just a dress. Stop being a baby and wear the god damn thing. The food's going to get cold by the time I wait for you."
"How about you let me go and you can enjoy your meal all by yourself? Huh? Sounds like a plan to me." Morgan threw her arms in the air as Justin shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Funny. Now go up and get dressed. I don't have time for games." He flicked her off with his hand.
"Don't," She imitated him with her hand. "Me." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not your little bitch."
"You are now. You're in my house babe. Now be the little good girl I know you are and get dressed. Unless you'd love for me to help you." He smirked with a wink of his eye.
"Ugh!" She stomped her foot, groaning out like a child as she walked up the steps, anger evident in the steps she took. "I hate you!" She screamed.
"Love you too babe!" Justin screamed out after her as Morgan groaned once again, slamming the door closed with such force it made Justin chuckle. "She so wants me." He grinned, before walking off and back into the dining area, to make sure everything was in its place.
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Jileyoverboard's Author Notes:
I made it longer; hope you like it!
