How to Destroy a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Fourteen

Dominic

          There's nothing I love more than an empty room engulfed in total silence. If I'm a drug addict this would definitely be my drug. I totally get high in this type of situations. My mind gets its way to travel to where ever it wants. I guess detention is not that bad at all but that's until Valentine, still full of himself, came by to photo bomb the panorama and yes, he still pisses me off. I have no other choice but to turn on my shut the fuck up attitude and let him have it. But, by the unfortunate grace from above, he seems to act a little bit crass about it. I don't know if he's just blunt insensitive or he really wants to talk with me about this whole thing.

All the while I thought he's going to punch me in the face again. I thought this time he will beat the hell out of me like what he always does to everyone who tries to disrespect his selfish manipulative ass. I thought he will kick me over and over until he sends my ass to the hospital. I know I was brave enough to act mighty rude to him but that was because I was a coward. I'm aware that Valentine can be a short fuse and he might explode like a nuclear bomb once you light him up but, in an un-coated intention I'm actually just trying to figure him out so if by chance that I'll continue with my mission then I can be invincible. I never played anyone before but, crossing out my philosophical conscience, this is extremely a fun roller coaster to ride when you knew he deserves to have it all.

Pushing all of my negative thoughts aside, without my proper consent, the twisted opposite happened. I don't like plot twists but life keeps on letting me have it. This time Valentine was the one who started locking his lips on mine which came unexpected to me. He is brave enough to do this right in this room where anyone can see us. Half of me want to push him away with all the force I got but the other half of me also wants to kiss him back in a romantic way.

Why the fuck do I think like this but guess who wins?

I just became blind and voluntarily shut the door of my sentiments and passionately kissed him back without holding back. I just set everything aside. Yes, it's agreed that I'm mad at him. If there's this one person I can murder without being persecuted by the justice system then it's definitely going to be him. I want him destroyed; we all want him destroyed but then, in a quick swerve, something silent but deadly consciousness swept over me. I just realized that maybe the best way to destroy him is really to break his heart to thousands of pieces where he can't even put all of the pieces back together. It's into my best knowledge that every heart is delicate and we just have our own unique ways of building a wall to protect it from any terrorist and toxicity. I'm not planning to destroy that wall because that's going to be exhausting considering all the facts that Valentine has already unwaveringly made an adamant wall to guard his heart. My plan is to slip through the wall and by then smash it to little bits of crystals. That is diabolical of me but I'm not going to feel guilty about it because he deserves every bit.

He was steering the wheel of kissing me and I'm just letting him have a piece of my delicious lips. If I were to judge the way he kiss, it's about seven point five. It's good but it's not making me hard either. Then he began sticking his tongue inside my mouth in response and as the player of this game I have to fight back just to add some herbs and spices to the already delicious delicacy.

"Wow that was satisfying!" He exclaimed catching some air subsequently cutting the kiss off in the middle part where I'm about to make him feel more like a man. Well, what can I say I'm pretty good at kissing guys even by just playing the submissive role. A hidden talent of mine that should stay hidden.