Being His (BWWM )💍

chapter 2

~Caden~

I run my hands through my hair as I get off the bed, annoyed at the snoring female who lays sleeping peacefully.

She looks at peace... At least one of us was satisfied

The only question that's running through my head is why. I don't even know her name, but my thoughts are clouded by the Ebony toned girl...

By the looks of the way she grabbed the gun and held it without hesitation there's no doubt that she's indeed different

But something that is not a fetish is attracting me towards her and it's bothering the fuck out of me

I look away in disgust at the girl I slept with, pulling on my hoodie, and looking at my phone to see five missed calls from Adrian.

Annoying

As im about to call him I feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around my torso.

fuck

I pry them off in annoyance, turning to see the unknown female pouting at me, earning an eye roll from me.

They always get attached, they should know my reputation by now even if I haven't been here a day, word travels for a reason

"why'd you do that baby"she tries to purr out, although I personally think she choked.

Just a thought

"I'm not your anything " I reply annoyed, being completely logical.

Just because we fucked and I let you talk to me about your problems doesn't mean I care or that we're a thing

"but we made love" she tries to argue, as I scoff.

More like I took my emotions out on you...

"no we fucked, a plain and simple fuck. I needed a reliever you offered yourself" I snap seeing a quick flash of hurt cross over her face, but I see her trying to compose herself just as quickly.

"then let me be your reliever everyday" she says sounding like a pure bred slut. I shiver in disgust at the thought of waking up to her face again.

My patience is thin

"come on to me again and I'll kill you" I snap as my cool snaps and she looks at me swallowing thickly in fear.

But I could give two fucks.

"leave" she mumbles out.

" With pleasure"

She slams the door behind me as I start walking towards the address of a party that was mentioned earlier, feeling being frustrated, as I call my cousin.

"where the hell have you been" his anxious voice asks over the phone.

"busy"

"with what a dog" he jokes as I click my tongue deciding to be nicer than calling her a dog

"worse a slut "

"you really do have a bad type huh" he mumbles disgusted, as I shrug, eyeing the surrounding neighborhood.

Everybody who lives here probably has inner family issues and looks perfect on the outside

"I needed a reliever" I try to reason, looking up to the stars, imagining him rolling his eyes right now.

"meet me at the house we have a party to go to" and with that he hangs up making me roll my eyes at his abruptness.