My mind owns only Sayde, Papi, Tear, the whacky neighbors, Naima, Deb, Isis, Ryan, Taylor, and the dogs.
Notes: This chapter is um, yeah. I dunno why this popped into my head, but here it is. There isn't anything special in this chapter. No plot thickener or anything, lol. But I'm sure plenty of you will enjoy it :)
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Emalf
Ch. 21: Why Cure the Fever? What Ever Happened to Sweat?
"You're turning red." He chuckled. I stopped pacing and glared at him. "No shit." I growled. "That's cute." He grinned. I'm so sick of him right now. "No, what's cute is your punk ass being afraid to talk to me about this whole marriage thing. I thought you were a badass? You're a badass alright. A badass pussy." Well, I didn't mean to be so harsh, but at least it got him to shut up. For a few seconds, at least.
"You just don't know when to quit, do ya sweetheart?" His face quickly went from tauntingly smiling to monsterly frowning. "I didn't mean all that. You're just stressing me out." I ran a hand through my hair and softened my tense face. I really didn't intend to be so mean. Cause he's anything but a pussy.
"I could think of some ways to calm you down." He suggestively smirked. Man, his facial expressions can go from none at all, to fifteen different ones in a minute. Whoa. That makes him kinda hard to read. Not that my perceptiveness has helped me much with my new crew anyway.
"I know you didn't just say that. Dude, I freaking want to rip your head off. Nice try, but no." I chuckled at his face, which quickly went from suggestive smirk to pissed off frown.
"Come on. What was it you told Adam? Oh yeah. You want me." He mimicked my voice in the most annoying way. "There's no way in hell I sound like that. And I was just trying to get him out of the trance. I don't want his ass." I just had to let him know that. "Prove it. Let me help you relax." That seductive smirk of his crept back on his face. Damn.
"No. I have a feeling that your 'help' will have me up all night and I'll be sore for days. Hello, my neck?" I pointed to the bite mark on the left side of my neck. His eyes lit up at the sight of it. "You practically begged me to do it. You're a freak. You know you enjoyed every bit of pain that I inflicted that night." Well, I did enjoy that, but that's besides the point.
"I'm not a freak. And I'm mad at you. You do know that when couples are mad at each other, they abstain from sexual contact of any kind." Unless arguing is considered sex. It might be to him, ha.
"We're different. When I get into arguments with one of my girls, we end up having a lot of sexual contact with each other." He chuckled. I cocked my head to the side. "What in the hell do you mean 'one of your girls'? Don't tell me you have rats in certain cities like Adam."
"Now that is badass. But no. I meant whatever chick it was I was messing around with. They would always argue with me about me settling down. I'm a nomad when it comes to chicks. I just don't settle down." Well, now I'm understanding him a little better.
"Okay, but what does that have to do with sex?" I questioned. That's a pretty big argument, and I'm really wondering how he ended it by banging the chick. And what the hell is wrong with those girls and their fascination with settling down with his ass anyway? When I think of marriage material, he's not the guy I'd picture.
"See, I like to get the girl all hot and pissed off at me. To the point where she wants to go ball chopping. Then I seduce the hell out of her and her lust for me overpowers her anger. Then she practically begs for my lightning rod." Ugh, I want to smack him.
"Lightning rod? Men are such pigs. But whatever. I'm not an average girl that you're messing with, okay. I'm Sayde Emalf Hawkins. And while you're with her, there will be no female roaming wherever you may please, okay. Like you say, I'm yours. But as long as I'm yours, you're mine, baby. Got it?" I didn't notice it, but my hands had somehow found their way to my hips as I ranted.
"Now that really is cute. You're just so damn adorable tonight." He chuckled. "Unlike you, being called cute and adorable is a compliment to me." I chuckled back. He's gonna have to come harder if he wants to piss me off. I know what he's up to and it's not gonna work.
No matter what he says. "Yeah right. You're the easiest person to piss off. Just wait" He teased through telepi-chat. I glared at him and walked over to my suitcase. I began to gather things for my shower.
He just stared at me, all perv like. Don't we make a cute couple? Carrie Jr. and The PervyTaker. Awesome.
"Hey, what made you wear that?" He asked out of the clear blue. "I just felt like it, why?" I really should've just ignored him. I know it's a trap. "I like it. It's sexy as hell. Kinda reminds me of an outfit Sunny wore this one time." He stopped for a second to see if I would respond. I ignored him, even though I kinda went stiff for a second or two.
"Man, that was fun. She may be an evil bitch, but that bitch is a great fuck." He continued.
I dropped the shampoo bottle I had in my hands and sharply turned to look at him. He had that smug smirk on his face. Like he knew he had accomplished his goal.
"Oh really." I said with a smirk. "Well Adam might be a cheating deviant, but he sure was great with his tongue. If you get what I mean." I gave his now scowling face a wink. Touché, Mark, touché. He nodded at me and gave me that 'you got one' look.
"Well, since we're on the topic of oral, Sunny worked wonders with her mouth. The chick had her own technique. And dammit, those were the best blowjobs I have ever gotten. And trust me, I've gotten plenty of those." He smirked.
I'll admit it, he's pissing me off. And the fact that I'm getting pissed is pissing me off more. I mean, by me getting upset about hearing his and Sunny's sex stories, it just proves Sheamus right. Maybe I do care for him more than I thought. Ugh.
"I remember this one time, Adam and I were in Atlanta for a show. I was just getting out of the shower in our hotel room. I sat on the bed in nothing but a towel, still wet. He came in, saw me like that, and yanked the towel off of me. And I'm positive he licked every drop of water off of my body. I swear he works magic with his tongue." He cocked his head to the side and gave me an odd look. I silently chuckled and picked up my shampoo bottle.
I guess he wasn't expecting my retaliation to his twisted attempt to get me seething. It seems like I'm the one pissing him off. Ha. "Well, I'm no Adam. But Sunny didn't complain when I returned the favor a few times. And I don't normally do that to a chick, but she was an exception. A very delicious exception, actually." He slowly licked his lips and seductively chuckled.
Okay, that made me see red. I can't believe I kissed that mouth. I threw my strawberry shampoo at him. Hit him dead in the chest. "Aww, what's the matter? You're not enjoying my bedtime stories?" He smirked at my frown.
"No, I'm not actually. Look, if you liked screwing Sunny so much, find her ass and do it again." I growled and walked into the bathroom. After I slammed the door, I made sure I locked it.
I guess I couldn't really control my anger. I was really red and my hazel eyes were glowing something furious. I took off my heels and started the shower. Once I calmed down a bit, I remembered that I had threw my shampoo at Taker a few seconds ago. Great, I have to go back out there to get it.
As soon as I opened the door, I knew something was up. He was still sitting on the couch, so I ignored him and looked around to see where my shampoo had landed.
"Looking for this?" He spoke in that seductive southern drawl, sending shivers down my spine. I looked at him and noticed that he had conveniently taken his t-shirt off. Leaving me to stare at his scrumptious bare chest. Ugh, forget that description. I meant, he was half naked. Yeah, that's better. No ogling in that description.
Once I internally scolded myself for gawking at his chest, I looked lower. My shampoo was resting in between his legs. Luckily he has pants on. But still, this fool's crazy. "If you're referring to the shampoo, then yes." I fake smiled. "Well, get it." He smirked and slightly spread his legs wider, making the shampoo bottle slide further into his crotch area. "Could you get it for me?" I asked in a sweet voice.
He chuckled and shook his head no. "Fine. You're ridiculous, you know that." I shook my head at him. What a horny psychopath he is, man. I slowly reached one of my hands out to grab the bottle. I was planning on doing the grab and run thing, you know, until he used his powers and stopped me in my tracks.
I was halfway there when he grabbed my hand. Surprisingly, he decided against the mind restraints. I took my other hand and aggressively scratched his, so he could let it go. It didn't phase him, he just grabbed my other hand, too. "Let me go, you psycho!" I yelled and started pulling away from him. "Now that was a compliment." He chuckled and pulled me in closer to him.
He took my hands and placed them on his chest. He curled my fingers and made me slowly scratch his already scratched up chest. He straightened them and brought them back up his chest, slowly. He licked his lips and brought one of my hands up to his mouth. He softly kissed the back and the palm of my hand.
My mind was telling me to say something, and to try to get out of his grips again, but I couldn't. He wasn't using his powers or anything. I think my subconscious took over my body at that point. Cause as much as I was telling myself to get away, I stayed there and didn't move. After he kissed each individual finger, he slowly slid my index finger into his mouth. I could feel his warm tongue swirling around it.
Now I must admit that I was seriously getting hot. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. As soon as he started to slowly pull my finger out of his mouth, my legs got weak. They started to shake a little. He let me go and I ended up falling on his lap.
"I thought you were getting the shampoo, Sayde?" He chuckled. And that snapped my conscious to take over my body again. I gave him a very annoyed look. I can't believe this professional pervert got me off by sucking my finger. What the hell?
"What, you didn't like that? I could've sworn I saw your knees tremble." He smirked. I frowned. "No, I didn't like that. You weirdo." I lied. "Whatever, it always got Sunny off." He chuckled. I wanted to slit his throat at that moment. But I decided that he's still fucking with my head, so I ignored it. I quickly grabbed the shampoo. Avoiding touching him at all and speed walking my leather wearing ass into the bathroom.
I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. I guess I was trying to search deep into myself to figure out what the hell had just happened.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, so I could enjoy breathing in the steamy air. As soon as I opened them, the door opened. I rolled my eyes. "Really? Get the hell out. I don't have time for this." I growled at him. "You mad, huh?" He smirked as he entered the bathroom fully and closed the door. "No shit." I grouched.
"Now's the fun part." He grinned as he loomed over me in a brooding way. "What, when I rip your face off?" I growled. "Your anger turns me on." He whispered into my ear. His warm breath made me tingle inside. Ugh, he is good at seducing. I'll give him that. But I'm better. "You love it. Admit it." He whispered as he started to kiss my neck.
I watched him through the mirror. The look on his face was pure lust filled. Now, that did turn me on, but… I'm still pissed. I've given myself a challenge. The challenge of all challenges. I'm gonna mindfuck the biggest mindfuck in the world. After all, it's just returning the favor, right?
A smirk crept on my face as I watched him through the mirror. I slowly brought my hands up to the strings of my corset top. He stopped kissing me and stared into the mirror. My smirk got bigger as I took my precious time untying the strings.
"Quit playing." He smirked at me. "Oh. But I've only just begun to play honey pie." I said as I lifted the top over my head.
"Oh really?" He said into my ear. "Yeah. See, you want me. So you're gonna have to be a good boy and wait until I'm ready." I started to run my hands through my hair. You know, fulfilling my dream of being a cocky little bitch. Well, not really, I was just fixing my hair. I just wanted to use the moniker.
"I'm not a very patient demon, sweetheart." His smirk disappeared as he spoke. The steam from the shower had started to fog the mirror. I must admit, we look pretty hot together.
"You're gonna have to be today." I grinned at the look on his face. "I'm not Adam, love. Come harder than vocal." He chuckled. I guess he knows what I'm up to. I raised an eyebrow and my smirk came back. Grabbing both his hands, I inched them up to my breasts. His eyes got big when he noticed what I was doing.
"You're funny. Now quit playing." He said. I placed his huge hands over my breasts. Well, over as much of my breasts that they could cover. I had to stop myself from laughing at the look on his face. "They're real." He said, seemingly shocked and astonished. I rolled my eyes. "Duh. All this time you thought they weren't?" I asked, my hands still over his.
"They're big." He stared at them through the mirror and squeezed. "This isn't the first time you've came in contact with them, Take. Get with the program, babe." I rolled my eyes. "Hey, it was raining and it was dark. They're really real? No bullshit?" He asked.
"Once again, no shit. Now do you wanna fuck me or do you wanna discuss the realness of my boobs?" I snapped. He grinned at me. "Checkmate, sweetheart." He said. "Not quite, honey pie." His grin slowly faded. I moved my hands away from his and started to unbutton my pants. I don't know how it's even possible, but his eyes got even bigger.
I had to wiggle a bit to get them down, but it just added to my tease. Judging by the huge bulge poking me as I moved, I'd say he's really, really happy to see me.
Once I was out of those tight ass pants, I grabbed his hands, which were still exploring my real breasts. He paid me no attention, so I pulled at them. He didn't let up. "Let me go." I said with a smirk. "Quit playing, girl." He said back. "I'm not finished yet. So let me go." I yanked at his hands again. This time, he let me go.
The shower had a glass door, so I decided to really put on a show. I eased away from him and got into the hot, steamy thing. "What are you doing?" He asked, eyes following my every move. "You'll see." I smirked as I closed the door. As soon as I did, the door started to fog up.
I stepped under the water, making sure not to get my hair wet. My goal is wet body, not wet hair. "You know you still have clothes on, right?" He said, giving me an odd look. "Silly me. I do, don't I?" I smirked and pulled at one of the straps on my blood red lace bra. I'm pretty sure since the door's all fogged up he can't see much. I smirked and unhooked the bra.
"You play too much." He said with a dark chuckle. "Maybe, but you're enjoying every minute of it." I said as I let the bra fall from my body.
"I don't like to be played with." He growled. "That's a lie. If I played with you, I'm sure I'd have you screaming my name." I grinned as I stepped from under the water and turned to face him. He still can't see anything. "Oh really?" He smirked that kinky, seductive smirk that I'm getting used to.
"Yeah, really. But I'm still not finished." I replied with a smirk as I grabbed my breasts. He gasped a little. "Baby don't hurt yourself." I chuckled at his now bug eyes.
"Don't you hurt yourself." He replied. I started to seductively move my body. Lucky me, when I was younger, my mom put me in belly dancing classes. If she was still living, I'm sure she wouldn't approve of the way I'm using my talent.
Huh, that brought on a pang of pain that I hadn't felt before.
"Come on, girl. Stop playing with me. I'm being nice by not dragging your ass out of there by your hair." He growled. That's sexy, in a weird domestic violence kind of way. And it instantly snapped me back to the moment.
"You want me? Then what's my name?" I chuckled. "You're kidding, right?" He asked. I took my hands away from my boobs and wiped some of the fog off of the glass door, exposing my breasts and face to him. "Does it look like I'm kidding? What's my name?"
"You wanna know your name, huh?" He grinned a sinister smile and grabbed the handle of the glass door. "Hey, this is my show. No interference until I'm finished." I said with a smirk. "No. Your show's over. It's my turn to play." He grinned as he snatched the door open. Out of reflexes, I quickly tried to cover my upper body.
He looked at the knobs on the shower and telekinetically cut the water off. He looked me up and down, slowly. I was secretly upset with myself because apparently my seducing skills weren't as good as I thought.
"Okay, you got me. Game over, I quit." I sighed. "Don't be sad. You'll enjoy the way I play." He grinned. "Get out of my head." I growled and angrily pushed past him.
"Awww. Poor thing. You mad at me?" He chuckled. I ignored him and walked out of the bathroom. He followed me out. Clearly enjoying every second.
I looked in my suitcase and found a white tank top and put it on. I didn't care about any other clothes, or the fact that the white top just made me look like I was in a wet t-shirt contest. I just wanted out of here. Once he noticed I was headed to the door, he halted my movement.
"And where do you think you're going? Especially dressed like that." He growled. "I'm going to find Adam's room. He'll let me play all I want." I growled. I just said that to piss him off. Lord knows I'm not going anywhere. Not like I can anyway.
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. He took the bait. And he said that I had to come harder than vocal, ha. I got control of my body again. But as soon as I started to walk, he was right behind me. I was expecting his crazy ass to fling me across the room or something, but he let me walk to the door without his interference.
Now when I reached the door, it was another story. I could feel the rage and heat from his body as I teasingly reached for the door knob. When I grabbed the knob, I felt this big burst of pain coming from my head. It was so fast, I didn't have time to react. My head tilted back. It took a few seconds for me to realize what was happening. "You're going where?" He growled loudly as he harshly pulled my head back by my hair.
For a second, I was scared. But that faded away quickly. He won't hurt me. Whether he really has feelings for me, or not. I guess my empathy power is kicking in. So now I'm feeling cocky.
"I said, I was going to Adam's room. Now if you'll excuse me." I grabbed at his hand, trying to get him to let go of the death grip he has on my hair.
"But baby, the fun's just beginning." He growled into my ear before he dragged me across the room and harshly pushed me against the wall. That shocked the hell out of me. And he smushed my face, ouch.
"I knew you liked to play rough." I hoarsely chuckled as I breathed the shock away. "I ain't playing." He darkly chuckled. His voice was that same sexy Texas drawl, but it had an edge to it, it was a seductive, lust filled, rage edge. It was animalistic, and it brought out another side of me.
"Well let me be serious, too." I said right before I roughly elbowed him in the stomach. When I did, he made this 'oof' sound and let me go. I quickly moved away from him. He looked at me and smiled darkly. Just when I thought I had won, he flipped the script.
"My turn." He chuckled as he lunged toward me. I ran by the bed and he followed, of course. "Chill out, dude." I pleaded to him. He stopped walking and studied my face for a few seconds.
"Why? This is fun. It reminds me of when Sunny and I used to do this kind of stuff." When he said that, it sent me into a frenzy. Something just clicked off, or something cause I went berserk.
I lunged at him and he ended up falling hard on his ass, with me falling with him. I straddled him and placed my hands around his neck. I was so out of it, I wasn't even worried about the possibility of involuntarily giving him my pain again.
"Did I hurt your feelings sweetheart?" He smirked., apparently not too worried about that little power either. And with that little remark of his, I started to squeeze. He chuckled at me, even though he could barely make a sound.
After a few long seconds of my choking fit, he took a big fistfull of my hair and yanked, forcing me to let him go. He slung me beside him, and turned my body so that I was laying on my back, cause I had landed awkwardly on my side. I know my shoulder's gonna bruise. Almost at, for lack of better words, lightning speed, he straddled me. He leaned down to the point where he was mere inches from my face.
"I hate you." I growled. He smiled.
"Say it again. That is such a turn on." He slowly licked his lips. I could feel his hot breath against my own lips. "I really do hate you." I growled.
I could feel that huge bulge in his jeans as he stared at me. I don't know what it is about him, but his dangerous, animalistic, predator presence just turns me on. When I looked into his eyes, all traces of sanity was gone. All I saw was animalistic lust, and it brought out the animal that I didn't know was inside of me.
"Say it one more time." He whispered. "I hate you. Now fuck me." I slapped him hard in the face. He frowned and then smirked. In an instant, he had grabbed my arms and pinned them down.
"Excuse me? What did you just ask me to do?" He asked with mock confusion.
"You heard me." As I spoke, our lips brushed together. The sensation of that made me tingle inside.
"Well, if you insist." He said as he quickly let go of my arms to take my wet shirt off. He leaned down to kiss me, and just as our lips met, I grabbed hold of his hair with both hands.
The soft kiss instantly turned into a rough, tongue war. His bottom lip scraped against my teeth, causing it to bleed. I chuckled and sucked the blood from it. He started to get up, but I wouldn't let go if his hair, so I awkwardly was pulled up with him. "You like hair pulling, do you?" He asked once we were standing, in his lust filled voice. I answered him by pulling his head down to kiss me again.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I let go of his hair and put my arms around his neck. He grabbed both my legs and lifted me up so I could wrap them around his waist. He lifted me higher up, so that I was actually wrapped around his stomach. He undid his pants and they fell to the floor. As he pulled the boxers down and let them fall to the floor, I started to kiss his neck. He let out a soft moan when I started to nibble on his ear.
"You like that? Yeah, Adam used to like it, too." I chuckled into his ear. His body tensed after I said that. He slowly walked over to the bed and harshly slung me onto it.
"Awww, did I hurt your feelings, sweetheart?" I smirked at his scowl. "You're really gonna get it now." He growled as he pulled me by my ankles to the edge of the bed.
"Ooh, I'm scared." I chuckled at him. He turned me over and smacked me hard on my ass. "That the best you got?" I taunted him as I propped myself up on my knees. I wiggled my hips a little and he smacked me again. This time, much harder. "Ah!" I yelped. He did it again, this time with a chuckle.
About five slaps later, I ended up on all fours, trying to crawl away from him. "Oh no, sweetheart. Where do you think you're goin'?" He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. "Now who's playing?" I murmured as he pulled my backside closer to his bulge. He responded by angrily and forcefully tearing my pretty lace underwear off of me.
"Hey, I liked those." I growled at him. "Too bad." He said as he hovered over me. He gripped my hips and I could feel him at my entrance. Then he just stopped. "Quit playing." I growled. He lowly chuckled. "You want it?" He leaned down by my ear and spoke.
"I'm not gonna beg you." I spat. "I'm not asking you to beg. Just tell me what you want." He softly spoke. "You know what I want. And I know what you want. Now take it. None of that mushy shit. Do your worst." I growled. "Well then." He chuckled right before he rammed into me.
The pure shock and force of it made me yelp, to his delight. He darkly chuckled as he began his rhythm. He started off slow, but his thrusts became faster after a while. I was burning up and my arms couldn't hold me up anymore, so I let my upper body fall to the bed.
He didn't let up at all. If anything, his thrusts became more powerful. I wanted to scream out, but that's not my style. Instead, I buried my head into the bed, grabbing fistfulls of the sheets. "Oh… goodness." I mumbled. "Yeah." He growled.
After a while, I kinda blanked out of it. I was incoherently mumbling things to him while he pumped in and out. He'd just respond with a grunt. I didn't care anymore, all I knew was I felt good.
I came back to reality when my knees gave out. "Awww, am I too much for you?" He turned me over and smirked. "Hell… no. Am I too… much for you?" I panted. He answered my question by pulling my legs around his waist and once again forcefully ramming into me. This time, I couldn't help the noise that came from my mouth.
"Ah, fuck!" I screamed. "You like that?" He asked with a grunt. "Do you?" I asked him, right before my eyes went into the back of my head. He answered me by leaning down and planting a few soft kisses on my neck. My eyes rolled back instantly.
I slapped him again. He stopped his thrusting, but was still inside me as he glared at me. "No… mushy shit. Rough, okay. You… really pissed…. me off today. Fuck me hard. You owe… me that…much." I said, probably sounding like a drunken marathon runner after a race. He smirked at me. "You like it rough, do you?" He lowly said as he slowly pulled out. That made me shiver. I nodded, weakly.
"Lets get rough, then." He grinned. My good feeling went away with that look he was giving me. "Sit up." He said to me. More like, commanded me as he made his way on his knees in front of me. I listened to him and slowly and weakly got up. "What are… you up to?" I furrowed my brow at him. "You'll see." He grinned as he grabbed me by my hair again. "AH!" I yelled.
He grinned as he bent my head back to look at him. "That hurts." I spat. He chuckled. "Do somethin' about it." He pulled at my hair again. "Ow!" I yelled again. "Stop me. Fight me." He said with a very wild look in his eyes as he yanked my head once more.
I'm tired of that, so I did what he said.
I let out a low growl and started to scratch and punch at his chest, knocking him backward. He still had his grip on my hair, so I fell on top of him. It didn't distract me from my punching and scratching fit. Apparently he enjoyed that, cause his smirk got wider as I scratched and clawed at his chest.
He pulled my head down to his and roughly kissed me. "Fight me." He telipically said to me. I listened, and bit down on his bottom lip. It started to bleed again and I eagerly licked it away.
After we stopped kissing, I realized what was touching my upper backside and lower back. I was sitting on his stomach, so you can guess what was gently poking me. He let my hair go and began to explore my breasts again. Those things must be really fascinating to him.
I took the opportunity to take him by surprise. While he was absorbed in my bosom, I slowly lifted myself onto his rock hard member. He responded with a guttural moan. "Like that?" I smirked at him. He didn't say a word. This time it was his eyes going in the back of his head as I began to ride. I was slow, taking my time. And he really liked that, cause he started to make those sexy ass grunting noises more.
After a while, I couldn't control myself anymore. I started to buck and jump like a maniac. I couldn't help it. He didn't mind. He just squeezed my boobs a little tighter. Once again, out of my control, I started to mumble incoherently.
We both were burning up and both our bodies were glistening with sweat. His eyes had that climaxing glow again when he started to thrust up into me. He started mumbling something back to me as he pulled me down to kiss his lips again. I couldn't understand what he was saying back, until he let out a loud, "FUCK!".
Once he said that, I felt that hot, lightning bolt of a release of his. That triggered my climax and I ended up biting his neck to keep from screaming. He continued his thrusts until I stopped biting, and once he did, I felt limp on top of him. I realized that I was gasping for air after a few seconds.
A minute passed and my gasping turned into panting. He was panting, too. "You still mad at me?" He asked. "I… forgive you." I breathlessly replied. He chuckled.
"You do know that all that Sunny shit was a lie, right?" He asked. As tired as I was, I managed to lift my head up to look him in the face. "What?" I asked. "I said all that to piss you off. You actually think that I would sleep with her?" He asked with a chuckle. "Well, duh." I rested my head back on his shoulder.
"There's not a trance in the world that could make me sleep with her." He was serious, now. "Well, you know that I wasn't lying about that stuff with Adam." I said to him as I looked up at him again. "Yeah, I know. But I don't care. He's mediocre when it comes to me." He said with a smirk. "Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Hell yeah." He replied and wiggled his long tongue at me.
"I would tell you to prove it, but I'm tired as hell." I sighed. "Don't worry about it. Rain check?" He asked. "Sure." I smiled at him.
Right now, I'm at peace. It's more than just the after sex glow that I'm feeling. I feel safe and sane, right now. The total opposite of what I've been feeling for quite some time now. I know this feeling won't last long, but I want to relish it for as long as I have it.
Lol, I really don't know what to say about this chapter... but I hope you enjoyed it :) The plot will thicken in the next chapter, for sure.