Sex dealer

sixteen

I slam the microwave door shut and place the mugs on the counter.

To say that I'm pissed is an understatement, why wouldn't I be?

Blake- he's been a moody little shit for so long- without a reason.

If he had a reason, maybe I'd be saying sorry but I've done nothing wrong!

I've decided on just ignoring him and giving him glares or something.

Yes.

I hear the familiar clicking of his crutches coming down the stairs and I roll my eyes and start to butter his toast, placing them on his plate.

He sits down on a chair and I slide the plate to him without looking at him.

I can feel him staring at me but I ignore his gaze.

I butter my own toasts and pick up my plate and mug, sitting 2 seats away from him.

He can say sorry if he wants me to be nice again.

*Blake's POV*

I watch her butter my toast silently and mentally slap myself for being such a dick.

I didn't even know the whole story.

Maybe I should ask her?

I should.

She slides my plate over to me and I thank her quietly.

No reply.

She's definitely ignoring me.

She picks her plate and mug up and sits down 2 seats away from me.

Ouch.

I continue staring at her, desperately wanting her to talk to me again.

I take in her appearance which is messy.

She's in a hoodie and sweatpants with her hair tied up into a loose bun.

How she gets all that hair into a bun is a mystery.

Her face is free of make up and the only jewelry she has on is her nose ring.

How does she still look so... fuckable?

God, what's gotten into me?

First I wake up and kiss her like I'll get shot if I don't and now I'm almost attracted to her?

Maybe I just haven't gotten pussy in too long.

It's been way too long.

The last time I fucked a maid was 2 weeks ago.

But damn she was hot.

But cadence is way hotter.

I kissed her.

I still can't believe what I did.

How embarrassing.

I must've looked like a psycho to her.

I tear my gaze away from her and take a sip of the coffee.

I choke almost immediately from how hot it is.

I put the mug down and fan my mouth as if it'll help.

After the burning sensation leaves my tongue, I steal a glance at cadence to see her staring at me, slight concern on her face.

She rolls her eyes and looks away once she sees me looking and goes back to eating her toast.

I shake my head and slam my fist down on the table.

I see her jump slightly from the corner of my eye.

"Stop ignoring me!" I snap, not looking at her.

"What do you want me to do? Worship you?" She asks.

Fuck me and I'll worship you.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask her, ignoring her question.

"You just did." She rolls her eyes.

"Did you have a boyfriend back at your house?" I question her, ignoring her again.

"I got a phone call the night we got home from shopping saying that you had a boyfriend."

She narrows her eyes at me, shaking her head no.

"No," she answers.

I inwardly sigh in relief.

"I wouldn't be attracted to you if I- oh shit." She covers her mouth and looks at me, waiting for a reaction.

I lift my lips up into a grin, a warm feeling in my chest.

"See, I knew you liked how I look." I smirk at her.

She flushes and pushes her chair out, running off.

But I don't let my stupid grin leave my face.

She's finds me hot too...

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They're moving too fast o no.
But like I highkey suck shit at writing so like idk how to make them slowly get attracted and shit like in all the books that won the wattys excuse me for that I'm (even though my ex man told me I was) not perfect.