𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 18: The pedophile stare down

Chapter 18: The pedophile stare down

 “can I ask you something?” I ask not sure if I wanna tell him about all the times I did something bad, but somehow I feel comfortable around him, I mean I’m parading in his house wearing a bra, short shorts and my vans. 
He leaned against the sink crossing his legs and I hopped on the island in front of him, trying to put my shirt on.

"shoot"

“did you ever pretended to be someone else?” he looks taking a back by my question

“uhhm only with the delivery people just to get a better service” he answers chuckling at the end “you?” he asks

“uhmm a couple of times” 

“please oh please tell me about it” he says looking interested 

“well, me and a girl one time pretended to be French just so we can make the pedicure lady’s day miserable, acting all snobby.” He chuckles shaking his head in disappointment “Also one time I convinced a bouncer that I was Russian by saying some crazy s.hit, like I had a boyfriend from the Russian Mob and if he was in Russia he would have his testicles chopped and fed to the snow wolves, and then he’ll throw him in the snow naked for saying no to me.” 

He laughs “oh my god! Really? You can speak Russian?” he asks between laughs 

“not really, I know some, but I was faking the accent safe to say I got in faster than I can say 'Duh' ”

“what else?”

I think about it a couple of seconds “not much but those were the major ones, the others were at restaurants, bars, clubs. But the ‘french hoe’ I pulled at the pedicure salon was incredible, and the sweet time I took to torture her… god! sometimes I can be such a bitch…” I say

“ can’t argue with that” he says calmly as he came closer to me.

When he was in reaching distance I hit him playfully on his bear shoulder “jerk” I state. 

He puts his hands either side of my thighs, comes real close, eyeing my lips and stealing glances to my eyes.

I choose to ignore this rising fire inside of me and the screams of my vagina “Noah?” I say lowly almost whispering

“yeah?” he breathlessly answers.

There was a moment of silence until I broke it “I think your hooker name would be Six-pack Hornbeast” I blurt.

He stops to look at me for a second confused and then burst into laughter. 

“what?!!” 

“I’ve been thinking about it and I really think it suits you” I tell him 

“you’ve been thinking about it? what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you even thinking about it?” he asks after he finishes his laughing

“what? You’re standing there looking so lick-ably hot and I was talking about pretending and one thing led to another and I was thinking about your who.re name.” I say like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“my body is what?” he says with a smug expression. 

“that’s what you got from the whole conversation?” I say smiling. 

“it’s the only thing that mattered to me” he answers. 

I smile and shake my head “well I’ll have you know that your chromosomes have combined beautifully” I state.