fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

The weekend had finally made its appearance which meant that I had a day off from work.

I was enjoying a hot coffee, laying at my window marble covered in blankets and staring out of the window the large city ahead of me. I could discern that the weather was moody. Clouds covering the blue of the sky and the tree branches dancing in the wind's rhythm. It was about to pour since I could feel moist inside of my own apartment.

I loved observing things out of my window. It is large and placed right next to my king-sized bed. Its large frame is hanged in the stone carved wall. My mother and I spent a lot of money to make my once empty apartment into something beautiful and lively.

My thoughts were stopped by something buzzing in my back pocket. It was probably a text I got from a friend or my mother asking me if I were fine or if I needed anything. 

When I checked my phone I saw a text message from Mitchel. My eyebrow rises at this. He once made it clear that we can only see each other right after work and never on weekends. With much confusion and strangeness, I opened it.

Mitchel: Do you want to have lunch with me?

If you could see my face right now, you would be worried by my wide opened mouth and goggled eyes.

Phoebe: Who is this?
Mitchel: cut the bullshit, do you wanna or no?

With no more thinking and hesitation I sent him another message.

Phoebe: When and where.

And maybe why.

After him sending the address and the time he wanted us to meet, I started getting ready.

I threw a simple outfit with white high waisted jeans, a crop top accompanied with a rouge woolen jacket over it, a few gold bracelets and white sports' shoes. I got my hair in a tight bun and left my house.

When I entered the place Mitchel texted me I was left stranded.

There were about seven chandeliers hanging from the black colored with diamonds on, ceiling. The floor was dressed by a beautiful red carpet with gold frame. The tables were also gold with white and gold chairs. A lot of paintings and flowers decorated the place. It was very pretty, but expensive as well. In addition, I don't think I was properly dressed in order to be in here.

I saw a white hand on the air waving at me and immediately realized that it was Mitchel motioning at me to go and join him. Thank God that he wasn't dressed in some lavish tuxedo and wore a plain white shirt and blue jeans. Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey popped in my head and damn, he was making my eyes burn in lust and desire.

No matter how many nights we spend having sex, I still wanted him. Every time his hands traveled around my body I burned, the warming sensation leaving only after me taking a cold shower.