One
Hayley's pov
Josh stroked my cheek as I straddled him, both of us sitting on the comfy chair in the living room. He smirked and toyed with my fancy pearl necklace, then leaned in to kiss my pouty red lips. My orange hair hung in my face, then soon, he brushed it out of my eyes and kissed my forehead.
"Alright, Hayles," he whispered. "I have to go to bed. I have a meeting tomorrow."
"No!" I whined, grabbing his wrists. "Joshie, it's only ten. Can't we..." I stopped. He would get the hint; he knows me.
"Not tonight, babe," he murmured, kissing my jaw softly. I have to wake up early.
"Joshie, please," I begged. "I want this. And I'm your little princess, so what do I get?"
"What ever you want," he breathed, his lips trailing down to my collar bone. He let them linger there, then he smirked and gave my neck butterfly kisses. His eyelashes tickled me and I giggled.
"That's right," I giggled, tucking my orange hair behind my ears. "And Joshie, you aren't give me every little thing I want."
He kissed me deeply, and I was waiting for tongue and for him to remove my lacy night gown. He never did. All that my lover did was kiss me, stand up, then set me back on the chair. "I'll give you a treat tomorrow, babe."
"I want it now!" I cried. "Take me, take me! Joshie, pleeeease!"
Josh sighed. "Tomorrow night, babe. I promise." With that, he walked back to our room and closed the door, turning off the light.
I narrowed my eyes in the direction he went. I was the princess who always, I repeat, always, gets what she wants. And if I didn't, people would pay. And Josh was really gonna pay that prince tomorrow.
It's my life. It's my life!
I stood up and walked over to the mirror. Didn't I look good enough for him? My orange hair has some curl to it, my night gown showed a good amount of chest and was no wear near my knees. It was basically a tank-top and all I had under it were frilly panties. My lips were a dark, tempting red, just like he loves them. I was freaking gorgeous, why didn't he want me?
I twirled my pearl necklace around, glaring at the mirror. I wanted to play, and I was denied. I wouldn't stand for this... Would I?
I didn't bother wiping off my make-up. I walked into the room and set my rings and necklace down, crawling into bed with Josh.
"Are you mad at me, babe?" he whispered.
I smirked, but the room was dark so he didn't see it. "No, sweetheart. If you got a meeting, you got a meeting." I kissed him, licking his lower lip. "There's always tomorrow, though, right?"
"Of course," he murmured, turning to face me.
I snuggled into his bare chest and kissed it. I knew it left a lipstick mark, just as always. "Good night, Joshie," I whispered, tracing his six pack.
"Good night."
This may be your very last good night, I though, smirking. Go ahead. Deny me of what I want. I am the princess here and I get what I want; if not, I get rid of you.