Sex dealer

seventeen

I knock loudly on Blake's door for the billionth time.

"Come in." He replies groggily, sounding like he just woke up.

I walk in, opening my mouth to ask if I can have the wifi password but shut it immediately when I see him buttoning up his pants.

I frown at him but he doesn't notice.

I cross my arms, waiting for him to finish.

He pulls up the zipper and sits up, looking at me and waiting for me to talk.

I open my mouth to speak but before I do, a maid comes out of the bathroom with a white cloth in her hand...something that looks a lot like her apron.

They fucked!

The maid looks at me and nods her head once as a greeting.

"Ma'am." She smiles and walks out.

I glare at her back.

Why do I care so much if they did fuck?

I turn back to Blake to find him staring at my bare legs.

Rolling my eyes, I ignore his stare.

"Y'all fucked then?" I ask, trying not to let jealousy lace my voice.

He smiles at me like he knows something I don't.

"What are you talking about?" He snorts.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." I glare at him.

"You're just jealous." He smirks.

"No, I'm not." I deny.

"Why do you care so much? So what if we did fuck? You're not even my girlfriend." He rolls his eyes.

Ouch.

"I know that, I'm not stupid. It's just... I thought you had higher standards than fucking a maid. Last time I checked, I was here to be fucked by you. Like if you don't need me here, send me the fuck back. I'd rather be getting dick from 10 different men to fulfill my needs than stay here and waste my fucking life rotting away in a room." I snap.

Control your whoremones, bitch.

God, that was not me.

I did not just say that to him.

Oh my god but I did.

He's going to think I'm a fucking weirdo.

He's going to hit me.

What if he rapes me?

I could maybe shoot his other leg?

Yeah, no.

"You're here to be fucked by me? I think that's the first true statement I've heard from you." Blake smiles.

"And let me tell you, if I didn't have this bandage on my leg," he speaks, gesturing to his wound.

"We would've already done the deed countless times." He licks his lips, eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat.

"No thank you." I turn down his offer.

"No thank you? I think not. The world knows now that you want to suck my dick and have it up your pussy. It's obvious. Just admit it. And it's not really a bad thing- I mean, who can resist me?"

"If you can't have sex with that wound, how the hell did you fuck the maid?" I demand, ignoring his sentence.

"I didn't." He replies.

"She was changing my bandage so the wound doesn't get infected from the same one everyday." He explains.

Oh.

I feel heat rise up my neck and creep onto my ears.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I mumble.

"I get my crutches taken away like, tomorrow. Then I can finally kinda walk on my own. I still have to have a bandage on but the good news is..." he trails off, sparking curiosity in me.

He smirks at me, waiting for me to say something.

"The good news is what?" I ask impatiently.

"That we can finally fuck." He declares.

I narrow my eyes at him before I start to laugh so much that my stomach hurts.

"You're funny." I snort before walking out.

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I lowkey don't know how to continue their romance-ish. Like imma still keep this shit going because there's things I want happening in this book but I just don't want it to get boring. Pm me if you have ideas.