"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Venus harshly hissed into Kate's ears as she tugged down her new olive green skirt.
" You promised and now you can't back down." Without waiting for her reply, Kate knocked on the door.
A hustle and plates rattled behind the door and after a few seconds, the door opened to a very adorable nervous Drake, who wore a black shirt and black pants with his hair sliding back with some gel.
"Hello, Handsome!" Kate swooped in, hugging him. He kissed her ear and whispered something Venus was sure to be naughty in nature.
"Cmon in, Venus. Frank is already in the rec room downstairs, you can join him in there. I'll call you guys once dinner is ready."
Then mumbled into Kate's ear, "Or when I'm ready."
She giggled and went into the kitchen, with an eager Drake following her.
His house was simple, nothing fancy. It was small, well kept, and divided into the kitchen area, an open sliding door that led to the backyard and a small living room with a single futon in the middle with shelves of pictures.
She noticed the staircase that probably goes up leading to his room and another stairway leading downstairs to the basement which was turned into a tv and games room.
She trailed down, hearing a loud roaring crowd and a commentary on some team playing football with another.
She wasn't into sports as such and when she landed on the last floor, she saw Frank's back who was watching the television.
They were tensed and his body leaned forward sitting on the sofa as he paid attention to the screen
The room was wide and dark with pale ocher lights in the ceiling. In the center was the couch and at its side few bean bags and a large table filled with empty glasses of booze.
"Hi." Venus said, wanting to notify her presence. He didn't even glance back.
Again, he was going to ignore her. This was becoming ridiculous.
She huffed and plopped herself into the seat next to him. His eyes never once came to her.
So the whole time was going to fly with him not interested in her. This is so unfair.
His hands were in a place she never allowed anyone and this is the way he behaved with her. Intolerable! Outrageous!
"Hello? Would you mind switching off the channel?"
"Yes, I do mind. An important game is going on."
"I don't care! I'm here and I need to find something to do to make up for the lost time."
He sighed and grudgingly took the remote and switched it off. "What do you want to do?"
She immediately faced him and she saw how his eyes narrowed at her dress. "Don't you own any pants?"
Feeling self-conscious, she tugs the length down and places her hand on top of her squeezed thighs. "I like skirts. They make me look nice."
He coughed and leaned back on the arm of the couch, creating a vast space between them. He was at one end of the couch while she was at the other end.
Frowning at him, she asked. "Why did you do that?"
Ignoring her question, Frank spread his arm on the top of the couch and asked instead, "So, what's your deal, princess?"
She stiffened at that. "What kind of a question is that?"
"It's real simple. I haven't said anything complicated."
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Valiantly Yours,
Romantizm"That's enough out of you." Frank drew his hands along the tops of her thighs. Her flawless skin was soft and contradicting under his rough palms. That short pink skirt was high and snugged around her upper thigh. If he shoved it up, he could see t...
