She felt arms come up from behind. They wrapped lovingly around her waist as if there was no other place they belonged. Casey sighed. His hands traveled down to her thighs, between her legs. She felt her womanhood shiver in excitement. She felt Derek's cheek curve as he grinned and she knew he knew.
Casey pulled away from him and left the kitchen returning to the living room where her mother, sister, and Edwin were watching a movie. She returned to her seat with her drink in hand. Derek sat down boredom written on his face.
After reading Rebecca for a while Casey's eyes grew heavy and she reached to turn out the light. Derek entered her room quietly. Casey defiantly spoke. "Not tonight Derek."
He laughed domineeringly. "Yeah right."
A real woman in control can make a statement without explaination, but Casey wasn't in charge. "I'm tired," she explained.
"Youre always tired in bed. That doesn't mean shit." Derek replied presumptuously as he climbed into bed with her.
"Your on your own tonight." she affirmed and pushed him roughly.
His eyebrows cocked. "Really? Alright I'll go but you know tomorrow you'll be wishing I come again."
"No I won't Derek. Youre not as hot as you think you are," her voice fevered.
"Try to sound a bit more convincing next time," he mocked her and stood taking her book and placing it on her nightstand.
"You may not like me but you like what I give you--attention. You claim I like being the center of everyone's universe but in fact that's you sweetheart. What better way to feel like the spotlight is on you when a guy like me fullfils your fantasies." Derek casually stated with arrogance.
"Go to hell," Casey growled pushing him.
"Oh don't get mad Casey," he coaxed.
"You don't know shit." she rebuked.
Derek smiled. "That's fine I don't want you tonight anyway. I just stopped by because I thought it cruel to deny you the glory that is me." his voiced smugly.
Not losing a sense of his dignity he left the room leaving Casey in her wretched state.