Ok so I am really, really, really, really, really sorry about the long wait for me to update and I know this chapter is really small but please bare with me have a lot of stuff going on and I will try to update as soon as I can.
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Chapter 23
I stare at the door in horror, my mouth open but no sound coming out as I listen to the eerily silence before the banging starts again, this time louder and angrier.
Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!
"JETT!" I whisper harshly as I turn over to shake Jett awake.
He grumbles and wraps his arms around me pressing his THING into my stomach, which seems to be ready for another round. I groan because of what his thing is making me feel and how my body is reacting to the touch of it on my hip.
I feel Jett's lips on my shoulder as he slowly tightens his grip on me to where it because slightly painful.
"Jett!" He stills doesn't wake up and he grip just tightens further as I try to wriggle away from him. And something on my hip becomes harder.
"Wake up!" I begin to try to bend his fingers of me but it is like he has an iron grip on me or something.
"JETT! OPEN THIS DOOR!" I start to panic as I hear the door handle start to wriggle.
What the hell am I going to do?! Why won't he wake up?! I need to do something to get out or Bianca will come in and find us... and ... SHIT! I am so screwed!
I look at Jett, trying to find inspiration when I feel his hips start to slowly rotate against me. Oh no, no, no, no this is not happening! How the hell is he still asleep?! He must be like one of them people that sleep walk, but instead of walking he has sex. I should've known considering he is a manwhore.
I feel his eyes flutter when I wriggle again and I suddenly know what to do.
I look at him and slowly move my arm, the one that is not handcuffed to him, under the quilt very careful to not touch him. When my hand reaches my stomach I freeze too afraid to carry on, but when he grinds against me again I grab a hold of the hairs down there and yank. Hard.
"FUCK!" Jett roars shooting up and his eyes darting round wildly, until they land on me accusingly.
I wince and look away as I slowly muter: "You wouldn't wake up."
"ARE YOU-?!"
"SHH!"
Jett glares at me and I grab the quilt and try to hide as much of my body as I can under it.
"Bianca is outside, knocking... looking for you."
“And why would I give a shit?” I stare at him open mouthed. Is he really that stupid?
“She’s your fuck buddy.” I say simply, trying very hard to not wince at the pain in my chest that my words caused me.
“Wait-!” Jett starts to say.
“JETT! OPEN UP NOW!”
I see Jett go to shout something back but I quickly cut him off.
“I AM TRYING TO GO AS FAST AS I CAN JETT!” I yell making it out like Jett is shouting at me.
“Ugh! You are such a fat bitch!” I hear Bianca’s steps stomp angrily away from the door.
“Lianna-.”
“Don’t!” I move away from Jets touch, keeping the quilt tightly wrapped around me. “We are getting off this fucking boat as soon as. Got. It?” I growl at him, using my anger to mask my pain.
Jett’s face turns to one of shock before it becomes hard with no emotion. I look down at the quilt effusing to look up as I hear Jett get dressed and feel the tugging on the handcuffs from his movements.
“Done.” I hear something in Jett’s vice, but it is probably just regret.
“Turn. Around.” I say still looking at the quilt.
I hear and feel him turn around and I quickly try to put my clothes on as quickly as I can. Tears burn my eyes as I scavenger around for my clothes; thinking about what we just done and what he is probably thinking of me right now.
“Done.” I say as I straight my top, slightly breathing heavily from my panic and trying to get dressed quickly.
“Li-.”
“SHUT UP!” I roar at him, my eyes now full with tears.
Jett’s jaw snaps shut and he stares at me with a mixture of horror and concern. But I don’t give a shit; I am passed caring now. I just want to go to home. Go to bed. And never wake up.
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