Beckham is starting his senior year of high school with his life already planned out. Due to take over the Watercreek pack once he graduates, a smoking hot girlfriend and football season starting, he's living the life. That is until the unexpected h...
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Titus Young
It's been damn near a week since my pet decided to dish out his own punishment. And at this point I could kill him. For damn near a week, every time I've tried to kiss him, he has denied me. Every. Single. Time. It's infuriating and unjust for a simple temple kiss. He acts as if I asked her to kiss me. I hadn't. I was in enough sound mind to get her to leave the room since I know how angry and jealous, he was. He's begging for his own punishment. I try to mask my glare as he walks into my classroom happy as fuck. He throws a sly wink and smirk my way, but it disappears as quickly once he sees my desk and windowsill covered in flowers and cards. I can admit it's a little over the top for me missing a day of work. Maybe I looked worse off than I originally thought.
I came to work to see my mailbox overflowing with the paraphernalia and not to mention the teachers that made a point to touch me asking me if I was alright. It's just a fucking face and body. I could be a fucking killer for all they knew or care. Albeit too much for absolutely nothing, I thanked everyone with a smile and pleasantries. I begin my lesson, glancing every once and a while to my pet to see him clenching his jaw tightly. I can't help but to chuckle in my head about it. I would've never pegged him to be the jealous type. Though I have no reason why he's jealous, these are pointless gestures from pointless people. Plus, he has his own fan club too. He's popular around here with women, and lots of them. Never took him to be a player either but people have a way of surprising you.
"Who are all those from?" he asks once I've shut my door.
I turn to face him, "concerned teachers."
He snorts, "sure concerned."
I can't help my chuckle, "am I off punishment?" I ask pulling him closer to me by his letterman jacket.
He looks up at me smirking, "I don't know I think we should add more time, don't you?"
I can't help but to clench my jaw in anger, "pet, I've been patient letting you have your fun but you're pushing it."
"Fine grumpy."
I waste no time leaning in placing my lips on his. He places his hands on my waist kissing me back. It has been complete torture having him in my grasp and not being able to kiss these supple lips. What makes matters worst is that he deliberately came to my house every day after practice. The fucking tease. He's the first to pull away and swats my hand when I go to pull him back to me.
"Titus, we're at school. We can't."
"Never do that again. Understand pet?"
He nods putting some distance between us, "I've told Jeremy."
I sit on my desk eyeing him, "alright, how does that make you feel?"
