psychotic; jmb

chapter two

i get into my car and punch in the directions to the nearest bar.  about 20 miles into another town, which i'm okay with.

about 20 minutes later i pull into the packed parking lot and park in the back. i get out and grab my backpack. inside, i pulled out a slutty outfit and put it on. i walked up to the usher and smiled.

"id?" his low voice grumbled as his eyes stared at me coldly.

shit.

"um, heh. funny story. you see," i smiled sweetly and tried to push out my breasts.

"no id, no club."

"but, what! c'mon. . ."

i was cut off by a tall brunette boy wearing all black, "she's with me, happy."

"happy" scratched his neck and mumbled, "sorry mr. birlem."

he opened the door and the boy placed his hand on my lower back while leading me into the club. he brought me to the bar and order a vodka and a shirley temple.

"who's the shirley temple for?" i questioned him as the bartender rushed around to get us our drinks fast.

"don't ask me questions." he swallowed a long drink of vodka and stared down at me.

the bartender gently placed the shirley temple in front of me.

"seriously?" i turn to the boy.

"no questions."

i start to walk away when he grabs my arm.

"why are you really here, in the bar, underage, and wearing something low cut?" he tugged on the piece of clothe above my cleavage.

"i'm looking for a sugar daddy," i bit my nail and stared at him.

"how old are you?" his hand snaked onto my waist and pulled me a little closer.

"18."

"don't lie to me princess."

i looked down at our touching feet. he tapped his onto mine which caused me to look back up.

"16."

he placed a hair of mine behind my ear.

he got super close to my ear and whispered, "let's go dance."

i nodded and his hand led me to the dance floor. i copied what every other girl was doing to the guy they were dancing with. he smirked at me and grabbed my hips so that we were face to face. his minty breath tickled my nose. i scrunched it up and he laughed.

his laughing stopped when the music stopped. in those five seconds between each song, i felt a connection between him and i. his hazel eyes sparkled in the flashing strobe lights. when the music resumed, he pulled me closer and held me tight. we swayed to the beat. i lay my head on his shoulder and feel the way his bones adjust and move when he takes a deep breath. his arms wrapped around me make me feel safe, like no one could ever hurt me. and no one will hurt me because it seems as though he has some strange power over everyone and everything in this club.

after what seemed like 5 hours of swaying, deep breathes, and safe and soundness, he adjusted to where he could see my face again.

"i'll be your sugar daddy."

"you got money?"

he looked around and turned back, "everyone in this club is scared of me for a reason."

i looked around too and realized that no one was near us, everyone was in their own spaces at least 5 feet away from us. i guess i hadn't noticed. the only thing i had noticed was the little green specks in his eyes.

"okay," i smile.

"let's go back to my place and i'll make some rules," his hand slipped to my back once again and people parted as we walked through the crowd to the door.

a bodyguard met us outside and we waited for his limo. 

"what's your name?" i shivered from the cold and my really skimpy shirt.

"i told you, no questions," a long black limo pulled up and the chauffeur opened the door for us.

"i deserve to know what to scream in bed," i crossed my arms.

he blankly stared at me while i waited for an answer.

"joey."

"rose," i blushed as he put his hand on my thigh.

his hand got closer and closer till it was borderline touching my. . . you know.  joey's hand stayed there and rubbed gently the whole ride.  he typed something on his phone while doing that, which isn't ideal to me, but i'm okay with it.  i'm kind of scared of him.  like, if i don't do this certain thing, he'll fuck me really hard.  maybe that's not that bad actually.

the limo stops at a gorgeous and huge house.  the chauffeur opens the door once open.  he holds my hand as i walk out.  joey and i both walk up to the house and he unlocks the door.

"a few things you need to know about me,  i'm a only child/orphan.  my parents died a couple years ago.  i've lived here with a butler ever since and have inherited their fortune."

"you're like batman," i giggle.

he doesn't laugh; he just stands there.  i walk up to him and grab his chin.

"i am batman," i move his chin up and down to the words.

he smiles and grabs my waist. 

"no, i am your daddy."

his hands slid down to my ass and he rubs.  joey picks me up from my thighs and carries me up to the second floor.  he walks into a room with a huge bed.  he throws me on his bed and takes off his shirt, i do the same. he stares down at my chest with admiration.

i grab my shirt and cover it once more, in attempt to make him stop. he grabs it and throws it to the other side of the room. it lands as he places his hands on my sides and picks me up so i'm on top. i start to kiss and bite his neck. little red and purple marks show up on the places i was biting. with my hands, i grab his chiseled face.

his hands grasp my ass. he's probably leaving all kinds of marks on me.

a loud bang at the front door comes from downstairs.  joey gently pushes me off him. he closes the door to this room and walks downstairs. i shove my ear up to the door and can slightly hear them arguing. a glass breaks and one of them screams, "go to hell!". the door then shuts and i hear joey stomping up the stairs.

i run over to the spot i was on the bed and pretend to be picking my nails.

he opens the door and slams it shut.

"i need to make rules for you," he grumbles.

"okay," i watch as he grabs a piece of paper from his desk drawer and scribbles a bunch of things on it with a sharpie.

"rule number one; . . ." he starts after a few minutes.

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idk why i stopped here i'm jus bored of this chapter