Austin's point of view:
I didn't sleep one bit. I couldn't actually. I tried more than once and I really can't.
"Fucking hell I need a fuck." I mumbled to myself.
I called Taylor and she suddenly picked up the phone.
"Hey baby.." She said trying to sound sexy but it turned out like a damn high pitch squeak.
"Okay shut up and come over." I hung up and groaned.
I wonder what Isabelle's even doing? Is okay? Is she crying still? Is she getting fed?
To: Robert
How's my princess? Is she getting fed? Is she okay? Is she still crying?
From: Robert
Calm down. She's fine. I'll bring her back tomorrow.
I would respond but the door bell rang. I opened it and saw Taylor wearing some nasty shorts that look like she had problem cutting them because she cut them to short. Her top? Don't even get me started she looks like she is only wearing a damn bra. Her shoes were so high like if she walked she would tip over. God why did I call her again?
"Hey baby.." She said as she kissed me under the ear.
I felt so gross. I don't think I even need her here anymore. But I really need someone to help me with my needs.
"Shut up and do the job." I said as I walked into my room with her following behind me.
"I'll ride you tonight." She mumbled against my neck. I sighed and shrugged.
"Actually just give me a blow and leave after."
"Whatever." She huffed.
I laid on the bed and took off my boxers.
"Blow." I said as she just stared at me.
"Fine."
She started to lick the side of my thigh. She suddenly shoved her mouth in my d.ic.k and I suddenly got grossed out.
"Okay stop, you're gross." I pushed her head away from my thighs and she have me a confused annoyed look.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she started to stoke my private area.
"Okay her your damn hands off of me."
"Why! You use to like it!" Her voice is so annoying.
"Hence the word use to, sweetheart."
"Listen just get out of my damn house." I groaned as she started to complain.
"Pay me then." She held her hand out and I rolled my eyes.
"How about you get the fuck out of my house before I slap you." I threatened by grabbing her wrist.
"F-ine." She was scared and I let go of her wrist.
"Don't ever call me again!"
"Trust me I won't!" I yelled as she slammed my room door shut.
I sighed and went on my phone. I clicked Instagram and saw Robert posted a picture. It was of Isabella.
She was on Roberts lap and she was smiling while Robert was kissing her cheek.
I clenched my hand and balled it into a fist.
To: Robert
I want her home right fucking now.
From Robert:
Not happening.
I yelled and put on some clothes and ran to my car.
Guess who is coming over you little cun.t.
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Peaches || Austin Mahone
Teen Fiction"I love you peaches, and I really fucking mean it." he slammed his lips against my soft ones, roughly.
