Oh...hello there!
What's this you ask?
Well, if you must know, this is me (a lonely female) writing a chapter for an erotic Wattpad story instead of actually hanging out with people on Valentine's Day like a normal teenage girl.
*cries at the fact that I'll forever be alone at midnight*
THIS IS NOT REAL AND DOESN'T FOLLOW ALONG WITH THE STORYLINE!!
I just thought it would be cute to write them in a special, hypothetical situation like this for valentine's day
anyways enjoy;)
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"ALEXANDER!" I yell once I finish curling my last strand of hair. "Are you ready—" I stop mid sentence as I walk out of the bathroom and into his office where he's sitting at his desk.
I shoot a glare in his direction.
You've got to be kidding me.
"You're not ready yet?" I scold as I place my hands on my hips. "WE HAVE DINNER RESERVATIONS AT 7:00, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN DRESSED!"
He doesn't even bother to stop his typing on his computer as he says to me, "I'll get dressed in just a minute, El, just let me finish this."
I glare at him even harder now.
Damn, Eli. You need to keep your man in check!
"ITS OUR FIRST VALENTINES DAY AS A MARRIED COUPLE, AND YOU'RE TREATING IT AS IF IT MEANS NOTHING TO YOU!"
He lets out a chuckle at me as he continues typing. "Was that my Valentine's Day gift, busting my eardrums?"
I cross my arms over my chest and pout.
Oh no he didn't...
"Fine. We just won't do anything then," I whine. I turn around with a huff and storm off towards our bedroom before slamming the door shut behind me.
Scold him, girl. Scold him until the sun rises.
I flop down our bed face first and wrap myself up in the comforter like a burrito. To hell with my hair and makeup, to hell with my nice and quite scandalous dress that accentuates my cleavage very well that I may or may not have bought just for him. If he doesn't appreciate it, that's fine. That's what the full bottle of red wine in our refrigerator is for—
"Angel," I hear Alexander say from underneath my blanket wrap as he enters our room. My ears perk up sightly and my heart starts to flutter--but I make no effort to unravel myself.
Damnit, why does my body have to react to him in this way? I promise he could say the word fungus and I'd get turned on.
"Angel, will you please look at me," he says as he sits down on the edge of the bed next to my burrito self. I feel him put his hand on the comfort and shake my body slightly. But I just pout and flinch away.
"I'm sorry, your angel isn't here right now," I sarcastically snap back. " Come back later when you actually care to pay attention to her." I wrap the comforter tighter around myself and turn away from him even though I know he can't see me anyways.
I hear him chuckle like he did before, which makes me even angrier. I hate when he laughs at me. I hate it even more that his laugh is so fucking adorable.
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