Fantasy

chapter four

Great...

I pull up beside the car, coming to a stop. My own car's a matte black, It's a real pretty gift from my millionaire father, his way of trying to get on my good side. Again, I couldn't care lesss.

I release the boys hand from mine, at this point it was just a bit clammy. My minds overworking as I step out of the car and walk over to his side. I open his door and watch as he steps out of the car on shaky legs. My hands quickly grab his arms to keep him steady.

"Woah, you need help?" 

He doesn't answer, instead he just shakes his head no. I hum in response, letting go of his arms. My hands immediately lung back to his arms as his knees buckle, yet again.

I sigh, this kid really should stop acting like he's fine. "Here, I'll carry you. Hop up."

I hold under his thighs, helping secure him. He wraps his legs around my waist and snuggles into me, his arms locked behind my head. I lock my car, deciding to just leave my bag. I jump, pulling his body up after feeling him sliding down some. Walking to the door with the quiet boy, I check my phone. The time 2pm, schools still in, meaning my mom won't be worried for at least two hours.

I twist the knob, my assumption that his dumb ass would leave it unlocked being confirmed. I walk in, shutting the door behind me. I make a beeline to the living room, sitting Niko down amidst the pillows on the large couch. Seeing him still looking a bit uncomfortable, I take his shoes off for him. No shoes in the house, thems the rules. 

"Stay here and be quiet. Okay?" 

I watch as he nods, eyes still not meeting my own. He seemingly disappears between the fluffy multi colored pillows. Probably feeling tired after all that happened. Hopefully taking a nap will help his hormones too, although I highly doubt it.

I walk back to the front door, sitting mine and the boys shoes down. With all the open windows in here, it's a calm space. The air's still and warm, dust particles float along the sun rays. 

But even with all that, knowing that there's an uninvited person probably messing with the shit in my room makes it all less calming. I never invite him anywhere, yet somehow he's always there. Like he has a natural radar in him that just tells him where I'll be. 

You'd think with a name like Honey Darling, he'd be a real sweetheart, but I just think he's a bitch. 

I say that with certainty, even though I've only known him for about 5 mouths. His mom just married my father. I've made a bet that she won't last more then a year. My fathers runs through wives like a track star. My mom was his first and longest. I was 8 when he up and left. Mom took it way harder then I did. I still remember all the screams and cries. 

I make it to the white door of my room. The smell of his nausea inducing lavender perfume is seeping out. It smell's like he just poured the bottle out. 

I push my door open, looking across the mostly dark colored room. Light comes in from the glass wall, the one that's usually keep covered with gray drapes. Things seem to be in place, except for a bag with clothes sprawled out of it, obviously belonging to Honey. My eyes finally lock onto the dirty blond. He sits on my black silk covers, feet tucked under him and knees spread apart. 

Looking at his red lingerie clad body, I suck in a breath, stomach turning. The top's sheer and flowy, falling down his slim torso, red lacy garters on his sun kissed thighs.

His focus is on a phone that he propped against a pillow sitting in front of him. Is he taking nudes? I'm not sure why, but I find myself feeling irritated at the thought. My feet walking straight to him, and I tangle my fingers into his hair. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Well hello to you too, baby." He scoffs. 

I tighten my grip in his hair, causing a groan out of his throat. Looking over at his phone, it's evident that he'd been taking nudes. My teeth clench against each other as I face him once more. His teeth are biting against his bottom lip, and my eyes can't help but to follow the movement. His lips turn up into a smirk and my eyes snap back to his. I hold his gaze, glaring into his baby blues. He knows I won't ask him twice, but he never seems to care. I let him go reluctantly and begin to walk away, having better things to do than this.

"So dramatic. I was taking the pictures for you. So you can put one in your wallet, in your car, in your room. Put it where those slut's you hang with will see, so they know your mine." 

"I'm not yours." I snap, my eyebrows furrowed as I turn to him, seeing the pout on his face. I keep my eyes locked on his, so they won't drift to his provocative outfit.

He dramatically gasps as his angelic features contort into a smug grin. "This is your collar is it not? It says 'property of Desa Miller', does it not?"

I watch as his hand goes to the red collar on his slim neck. Silver chains hanging from the collar in loops, connecting back to the expensive leather. That cost me, I mean my father, around 10,000 dollars. Seeing as it also has small diamonds dangling between the chain links.

What can I say? I jump as the opportunity to spend his money.

"That just tells that your mine. Whatever, get dressed. I have a guest, so behave." 

"Whatever you say, master." He grins.

"Great." I retort, ignoring the mock tone in his sensual voice.

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Hey:)

Irl I have really bad anxiety, including social anxiety.

Its fun...

With that being said, it's taking everything in me to not take these chapters down lol

Anyways, bye~