^^**The Movies?**^^

Mitchie's POV:

So what did Alex and I do once we got to my place? Did I finally get the nerve to push Alex on top of my bed and have my way with her? Like that previous time? Moans breaking the calm ambient and nails ripping through my waist in a pleasing manor. Actually, I didn't. I stayed home alone all night after Sonny appeared, stealing her, no that's not the word. Rather…claiming because she is hers. Alex belongs to Sonny; in every single way that it's possible to possess someone.

To be truthful I'm not really lonely. I do have Pussy, who's bitten me over seven times in the last hour. I should have put her down, but I just felt like holding someone close. My only option was a rather humid pussy or a rather desiccated bed with a cold pillowcase. I'd go for a warm wet pussy anytime. Oh god I'm turning out to be as big of a pervert as she is.

Now that I'm talking, to myself, about how much of a pervert Alex is, I reminisce on our night together. Alias, her night with Sonny's impostor, anyways; although Alex was amazing at making love to 'Sonny' in fact it was actually unbelievable. Jocks from college flirt even more than Alex and, from rumors I've heard that girls have regretted the whole experience.

But, that's not what 'Sonny' felt whilst prying such a bare essence that is Alex Russo. Every single cell in my body was pleased beyond description. Drenched, like a lemon on a sunny day enjoyed from the comfort of one's beach. Alex on the other hand would shut her eyes compress them as dams on a river of some sort, as if she'd never been pleasured before.

No, I'm not being conceded, although Megan left me with excellent references, I mean as if Alex just didn't seem how I thought she would be during sex. I enjoyed it. Actually, more than I should have; but, I just always flashback to that. Was I too rough with her? I thought my rough phase was gone. Megan would complain when the morning after I'd been difficult to cover the bruises and the hickeys. And of course the bump on the back of her head.

I stroke the tip of pussy's nose.

"Such a dumb na—"

A loud and annoying hum from inside my pocket sends Pussy to the other side of the living room.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." I pick pussy up who is now tucked inside her, damn. His shell. "First this weird-ass name and now this. I'm so sorry."

I open my incessant phone. A new text message.

"How's my little pussy?" Sent from Allison at 8:56pm.

God, how I loathe texting. I ignore the text and go and set Pussy's house up.

"So, how does the movies sound?"

EXCRUCIATING SHORT CHAPTER BUT I DON'T PLAN ON GOING TOO DEEP ON MITCHIE. AT LEAST NOT NOW.

REVIEW SO I CAN UPDATE FASTER!!!! THERE'S SEVERAL HINTS ON THIS STORY, DIDN'T FEEL LIKE GING DEEPER BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO GO AND FOCE DEMI TO EAT. FUCKING ANOREXIC BITCH.