Assassin [18+]

Famished

§Morgana Acampora§

York and I have been having the funnest days trying on clothes, doing each other's makeup and watching fashion shows on TV. Whenever Gigi comes to take her I suffer deeply; that little girl makes my days less shitty.

Mother hasn't been around me a lot, she's always out shopping or with her little fake friends who will drop her in a second if anything happened to our glorious, dirty and illegal fortune. I know what my father does, way too much about it.

My eyes were on the ceiling as I thought about my teacher, whispering French into my ear as he fucked me deeply in his bed while his wife was at the supermarket. When you have a cheating father and mother you don't really have respect for the institution that marriage is. I'm all sorts of fucked up; daddy and mommy issues.

Whoever makes me feel good can have me. It doesn't matter who they are. See? Fucked up.

Just as my hand was about to slip into my panties I was interrupted by "Morgana, I have your breakfast." Jack.

"Come on in," I stretched my limbs making it seem like I had just woken up when in reality I've been thinking about my sexual adventures for three hours.

"Good morning," he said placing the tray on my left bedside table. "Jaz made you soft-boiled eggs, peach juice, toast and your bowl of strawberries."

"Thank you, Jack," I smiled sleepy looking up at him. "You didn't have to bring it up, though, I can go downstairs and save you the trip."

"It's no trouble, Morgana," he half-smiled. "Your mother asked me to inform you that tonight you leave for Aspen."

"What? Why?"

"She didn't give me a lot of information, just asked me to help you pack for two weeks," he told. "We can do it whilst you eat your breakfast."

"I—" I chuckled softly "Are you sure you want to handle my underwear?"

"Morgana, you skinny-dipped yesterday," he said with a subtle sarcasm; I think I like him more everyday.

"A girl's gotta have her secrets," I reached for my bowl of strawberries "but let's do it, Sparrow," that's my nickname for him since he has the same name as the best pirate of all time.

"Aye aye, Captain," he joked walking into my closet. "Is it adequate to suggest taking the black suitcase?"

"Quite adequate, Sparrow," I talked in an impeccable British accent.

"I see Mary Poppins has joined the conversation," he said making me chuckle. "How many sets of lingerie would you consider pertinent?"

"Ten?"

"Ten it is." After a minute he spoke again "Leggings, jeans and sweatpants?"

"Skirts too," I hopped off the bed and walked into the closet where he had everything neatly folded on the island in the middle of the room. "They're easier to fuck on," I bit a strawberry. "Have you ever been that desperate to be with someone?" Look, Jack is nice and good looking, I see no cons in getting a piece of him.