Dirty Laundry

Chapter 4: Rude boy

Will
We walked into our suit where we were staying and Toni threw herself into the sofa and began to cry.

I looked down at her funny and then shook my head.

"You didn't even know the guy but your crying over him." I chuckled.

She slowly lifted her head up and looked at me wiping her tears away.

"Because am the reason why his dead now." She mumbled.

"So why are you crying?" I asked not following.

"You don't have a heart! So you wouldn't get it! Stop talking to me!" She yelled.

I chuckled, removing my jacket, throwing it beside her.

"Are you just gonna kill every single guy that flirts with me?" She hissed.

"If I have to. They can flirt, just do not cross the line." I smirked at her. As I began to unbutton my shirt buttons.

"You had no right, what if he has a family?" She asked wiping the rest of her tears.

"I. Don't. Care." I smiled evilly.

"Fuck you!" She yelled.

"Strike 7 and 8."

She got up and folded her arms across her breast.

"So what?" She yelled as she looked me dead in the eyes.

"Strike.." Before I could finish the sentence she yelled out...

"Strike fucking 9, now what will you do? You going to kill me too! Huh Will?!" She yelled as she pushed my chest continuously.

"Strike 10." I said as I aggressively pushed her against the wall and hovered over her. I stuck my hand under her dress as my other hand held her still against the wall. I took my hand and slowly massaged her pussy through her underwear as she closed her eyes and bit on her bottom lip.
I continued to rub her as I swiftly moved her underwear to the side and slid my middle finger slowly inside of her tight wet pussy as she gasped.

I slowly pulled my finger back out and kissed her ear lobe as she tried to even her breathing.

"Next time I won't be so nice." I said as I kissed her cheek. "Goodnight." I said as I walked towards my bedroom, with a satisfied smirk on my face.

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Toni
I pulled my suitcase into the airport with Will right on my tail. I can't believe I let him touch me... I couldn't remove the disgusted feeling I had off me, because I didn't know how! I went and sat down.

I looked around at the nearly empty airport, it was about 4 am. I pulled out my iPhone, and then I remembered... No damn service!

I decided to grab the nearest magazine that laid on the table and flipped threw the pages, before feeling a hand get placed onto my shoulder.

"Cross those legs doll face."

I looked up at a smirking Will. I quickly threw my left leg over my right leg and brought the magazine back up to my eye level.

He chuckled. I sucked my teeth, pretending as if I couldn't hear him. I tried everything in me to ignore this idiot but he would just get under my skin every single time.

"Leave me alone." I spat at him.

He raised his hands up in surrender and leaned back in his chair. He kept his eyes on me, following each and every single move of mine.

"What?" I spat again.

He shook his head. "Nothing." He said barely above a whisper, folding his arms over his chest. "Am just--"

"Just?"

"Nothing--"

"Mr Smith, your private jet is ready for take off." The receptionist stood before us saying.

He looked back at me and stood up.

"Let's go." He said, grabbing his suitcase.

"What about mine?" I asked, staring down at my suitcase.

"You have hands don't you!" He shouted from the front.

I sucked my teeth and grabbed my suitcase. Pulling it along the way.