She Is Mine (COMPLETED)

Thirteen

Maggie pov

Four weeks later

Elijah fucking Johnson is ingraved in my very core I swear even porn didn't get me as horny as thinking about Elijah Johnson and the things he did to me does.

It doesn't help that everytime I look at the counter am taken back to our almost session if it weren't for the fucking cockblockers I call friends even though I can't help but blush at the balls I had grown, my bed was smelling like him for a whole day after our sexcapade that I didn't have the heart to change the sheets. Am so addicted to his scent I feel like I wanna roll around in it, his shirt is all I can sleep in but it stopped smelling like him a long time back and it makes me want to cry.

I don't get it, the man is actually my bloody stalker, all those times I felt like I was being watched, the gifts and the texts it was all him and TBH am not really sure how I feel about that. I mean it's flattering to have someone's attention like that but at the same time it's just striaght up creepy thinking of him invading my space without my permission like that no matter the reason.

He has asked me on several dates to do right but I said no every single time,'he laid it down good but it wasn't that serious' I just wish my body could somehow get the memo.

Lord I ached for him, just thinking about him gets my heart beating, if he walked into this room right now I would let him fuck me, my breathing speeds up when he even looks in my direction. It doesn't help that nowadays he seems to be everywhere I am without hiding it.
'Ahhhhh that idiot looks fine on purpose I swear.'

"Ange I think something's wrong with me, I can't get him outta my damn mind, am always horny, I want to eat the nastiest shit, my titties are so sensitive a stray breeze gets them hard,my PMS are hitting me hard this month I can't take it." I whine while stuffing my face full of heavily salted pop corn.

I have developed a love for salty things that I need to have something close most of the time.

When I look at Ange I find her looking at me funny,

"Honey, did you use protection?" she asks with a worried expression,

"Ah not that I remember Ange I mean it just happened and you know I don't keep condoms in my room." I say dumbly because honestly I refuse to even consider what I suspect Angela is trying to get at.

I mean I have thought about it but pregnant oh hell no my mum would die and not just becauss his white though that would be a huge problem, add on the fact that am not married and that's a recipe for fucking disaster of astronomical proportions.

"I can't be pregnant Ange it was one time," 'well five or more but whose counting'

Just then my phone dings, I think it's Elijah so I don't even read the user ID and I wish I hadn't opened the damn thing.

Unknown: did you really think you would get rid of me that easy? I told you I was coming back.

My blood runs cold.