A Different Kind of Lust (Laito Sakamaki x OC)

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Mimi's POV:

Waking up in a different bed than what you were used to was an experience. For me, I woke up panicking as I clutched my baby blue sheets in confusion.

"What the?"

That's when the events from yesterday flooded into my brain, making me breathe a big sigh of relief. That was until the scene from the park replayed in my mind, one that I wanted to shut away forever. My nose scrunched up in disgust.

"So indecent," I whispered with hot cheeks.

Hesitantly climbing out of the warm bed, I made my way downstairs and noticed that it was night time. The lights were off like I left them and my keys and camera were on the counter.

"Hmm, something is missing."

Touching my pants pockets, it was empty and that was when realization dawned.

"Oh no! My wallet."

I ran around the house, desperately searching for the said item but with no luck, it was nowhere in the house.

"Where did I leave it?" I sighed, collapsing on my bed after my little lap.

I grabbed my phone, about to call my dad when there was a knock on the front door. Looking at the time, I noticed it was 8:28 PM.

"It can't be Papa. He has his own keys."

Tiptoeing to the door, I looked through the peephole to see the same male from the park, whistling as if he didn't have a care in the world. I gasped, about to back away when I noticed my wallet in his hands.

"My wallet," I whispered.

He knocked once more and this time, he looked at the peephole as if he knew I was watching him.

"Come out, Bitch-chan~ I just want to return your things to you," he said.

I shivered at the tone of his voice, both from how hot it was and from the deeper meaning of his words. I shook my head, about to walk away but he stopped me.

"Ara, looks like she's not home. I'll just take all of the money in here for myself."

Before he could leave, I opened the door a small fraction and peeked through the crack.

"There you are, Bitch-chan~ Won't you open the door a bit wider so I can hand this to you?"

He dangled the wallet in front of my eye and I hesitantly opened it wider, gently grabbing it from his hand but his grip wouldn't budge.

"U-uh, thank you, sir. I'll be taking it back now."

I tugged but still, no movement. His green cat-like eyes seemed to shine in amusement and something else that I couldn't recognize. He suddenly tugged the wallet towards him, making me fall with it. I hate to admit it but I squealed like a pig. My forehead hit his chest and his arms moved at an inhuman speed, wrapping around my waist.

"W-wha?"

"I love you, Bitch-chan~"

I look up in surprise, my mouth opening a fraction at his bold statement.

"What? You can't love me, I just met you."

"Oh, but I do. Ever since you saw me at the park, I couldn't get you off my mind." he practically moaned.

I cringed, pushing him away.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't love you. Why do you even know where I live? I would appreciate if you would get off my property."

I quickly entered my house once again and shut the door before he could advance. I peeked through the peephole and watched him walk away slowly, his chuckle making me grit my teeth in nervousness. Some part of me was glad that he had left and that I had gotten my wallet back but another part was shaking in fear. When my fingers made slight contact with his arm, I couldn't miss the coldness of them, instantly reminding me of a dead person. Shaking off that bad experience, I placed the wallet on the counter next to my other things before grabbing a pack of mac and cheese and quickly making myself a bowl of it. Humming in satisfaction at the artificial taste, I turned the television on and began watching some cartoons while leaning on the fridge. The sound of the front door opened and I instantly became tense, eyes darting to see my father walk in. I relaxed but my mind was still on alert.

"Welcome home, Papa."

"I'm home, Princess," he said tiredly.

He placed his bag on the couch and eyed my bowl of food hungrily.

"I'll make you some." I giggled, grabbing a pack from the cupboard.

He seemed to look me up and down before the smile on his face turned into a frown.

"Did something happen?"

I froze midway pouring water into the bowl. Why did my father have to be able to read me like a book?

"Just...tired. You don't have to worry, Papa. I'm fine."

He hummed in suspicion, brown eyes narrowing but left me alone, probably sensing that I didn't want to talk about it. Making his food quickly, I placed the blue bowl in his hands as he sat down on the couch. I kissed his cheek, checking the time on my phone.

"I think I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight."

"Since tomorrow is a Saturday, I can take you to that photo gallery place you wanted to go to. You up for it?"

I nodded, feeling my mood lighten considerably.

"Thank you!"

"Get some rest."

Walking to my bedroom, I quickly took a shower and changed into a T-shirt and boxer shorts, jumping on the bed. Not soon after, I felt my eyes become heavy before sleep took over me.