Poly: A Day in the Life (Completed)

The Party (Translation)

AN: This chapter will also have sexual content.

This contains the English translations for the last chapter.

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I'd probably be thoroughly enjoying myself if I wasn't a walking ball of anxiety and rage. And no, I'm not upset because the balloons are the wrong colour or anything like that. I'm livid, and it has everything to do with Martin f*cking Reece.

Martin rassclaat Reece.

Martin bomboclaat Reece.

Martin pussy bloodclaat Reece.

Martin bombohole Reece.

Yeah. F*ck him.

Gemma keeps looking at me from the corner of her eye, as if she's wondering if I'm going to shut the f*ck up. I will. I'm not about to ruin Peter's birthday. The sound of Night Prowler by AC/DC blaring through the speakers, and the red lights should have me happy, and I'm trying to be. I really am.

I'm not upset about something that most people would consider minor, like the balloons being the wrong shade of red, or something like that. It's something that's serious, and I'm so angry that I start to laugh. Gemma looks at me as if she's incredibly concerned.

"T? Do you wan't to sit down?"

I shake my head.

I'm not simply angry. I'm furious.

So why am I so furious?

Simple: Martin tried to stick his hand in my panties when I went to the kitchen to get my BOYFRIEND, who's birthday it is that we are celebrating, more rum and punch. He came up behind me like the slimy f*cker that he is, and started caressing my ass with one hand, and tugging at the corner of my panties with the other, before I turned around, almost dropping the glass that I was holding. I'm wearing a mini skirt. Even before turning, I immediately knew who it was, because I remembered the scent of his cologne. Why did he think that this was okay? Well, according to him, since Gemma had just done a pole dancing routine in front of all of us, including him, in her lingerie, and since he's the only outsider to our relationship that's here, Peter and Alex obviously have no problem "sharing their girls" with him.

"It's you I really want, T," he said to me, after I pushed him away. I felt disgusted. I still feel disgusted. I told him to never call me T again, to go f*ck himself, and that if either Peter or Alex find out about this, they'll beat the shit out of him in his own house.

Obviously, he'd be here; it's his f*cking house. And he's supposed to be their friend; I'm very sure that they trusted him to not do anything stupid. Alex said he'd talk to Martin. Either Alex forgot to do so, or Martin has absolutely no respect for any of our boundaries.

Even then, I already told him to leave me alone before, but he seems to thing that Gemma and I are pieces of property that can be lent out.

Peter definitely knows that there is something wrong. As for Gemma, just one look at my face had her asking me what the matter is, and I kinda just blurted it out without thinking. I told her not to tell either of them, and she promised to do so. Gemma is still only wearing her lingerie, but after hearing about what Martin said and did, she said that she's going to find and put on her shorts soon. Her eyes widen as she looks at something, or rather someone, behind me, and I don't have to turn around to know who. I can smell the Old Spice, along with his natural aroma. When Peter's arms wrap around me, I feel as if I melt a little bit, but I try to prepare myself to resist his persuasions. He takes hold of my hand, and pulls me away to one of the guest bedrooms, closing and locking the door behind us. He grabs hold of me, and kisses me.

"Yuh a guh tell mi wah gwaan?" he asks when he pulls away, before nipping my ear. (Are you going to tell me what's going on?)

"MMMMhhmmm, when we reach hooommmee," I try to bargain.

"No. Sum'n hap'n since we reach here. An' mi waa' know. Now." He's not usually this dominant, but when he is, it's so damn sexy. (No. Something has happened since we came here. And I want to know. Now.)

"Nooooo, enjoy di party," I insist, as he starts sucking and biting my neck. His hands sneak under my blouse, and his thumbs rub my nipples through the sheer bra that I'm wearing.

"Suh it suh bad dat it a guh f*ck up di party fi mi, huh?" (So it's so bad that it's going to f*ck up the party for me, huh?"

Shit. Now I'm really screwed.

"Yuh more important dan dis bloodclaat party," he growls in my ear. It's both erotic and menacing. "Yuh waa'mi call Alex in here an' di two o' we f*ck up yuh bloodclaat?" he threatens. (You are more important than this 'bloodclaat' party.) (Do you want me to call Alex in here so that we can f*ck you up together?)

"Nooo," I moan as he sticks his hands into my bra and pulls on my nipples. I can't bring myself to tell him to stop. And in that moment of weakness, I blurt it out.

"Martin tried to stick his hand in my panties..." I trail off when I realise what I just said. His hands leave me, and when I turn to face him, I swear, I have never seen him so angry in all my life.

"I mean, he thought that you'd be okay with it because he saw Gemma doing the dance in her lingerie," I say. I can't believe that I'm actually defending Martin, but I just want to calm Peter down.

He doesn't calm down.

Fuming, he walks out the room, and I follow behind him, knowing that the rest of the night definitely will not go as planned.