Y/n's POV
09:03 am
I slowly pulled the blanket off him and traced my hand on his back, lightly scratching it.
He was sitting on his side so I put my hand on his hip and made him slightly turn. He had one hand over his head and his other hand was placed on his chest.
I slicked his hair back; scraped the letters I L O V E Y O U on his stomach and gave him a little kiss on his neck.
I pulled his briefs down whilst kissing his cheek softly and grabbed his member in my hands. I took him all in my mouth and stroked what I couldn't fit. I moaned every time he hit the back of my throat but he somehow remained still sound asleep.
I bobbed my head and sucked his member until I heard a movement. I looked up to see if he was awake but... nothing.
I sat on top of him and started grinding my hips on his. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment but he still wasn't waking up.
I guided his member in my entrance and pushed him in me.
He rubbed his face with both his hands as I ran my hands on his arms. He looked at me for a split second but then down at us and smirked.
"Morning Handsome."
"Mornin." He said with a raspy voice, he smiled ironically but sarcastically at the same time.
We both laugh and I started riding him. He closed his eyes; threw his head back on the pillow, exhaled and ran his hands up and down my body.
I cupped his face as his eyes pierced through mine telling me what he saw was all he wanted.
I sat up and moaned. "Oh well." He whispered under his breath. He kissed me and pushed me back, his lips never leaving mine.
***
12:26 pm
You locked your door behind you and saw a driver in the driveway standing in front of a car door smirking at you. The car was black and crystal clean.
The driver opened the door for you to step in. "Hello." You said and stepped inside. He nodded and firmly closed the door. He sat in the drivers seat and started driving without a word.
"What's your name?"
"Milton."
"How was Peter today?"
"He seemed... preoccupied."
He got a phone call. He picked up his phone and spoke loud enough for you to hear.
"Yes sir she's here." Panic. You could see him slightly worried.
"Right away sir."
He drifted quickly through an exit and hung up the phone.
"Why are we going back?"
"We're not going back."
He drove way faster than the speed limit; scaring you off a little.
After driving for an hour he parked in front of a big beautiful, aristocratic, luxurious looking house. "Where are we?"
