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Lolita (,lo'li:tÉ™)

n. a sexually precocious young girl

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... welcome to the life of the fabulous Mikan Sakura!

A million things raced through her brain that moment.

He knew her secret. He knew she was sleeping with his brother. Who was twenty six. Who was ten years her senior.

Oh god.

She was scared. And... she was excited. If he knew the secret, he would blackmail her. And he'd make her do things... dirty things. That involved a bed. A very sweaty body... and... and... Christ. It was making her wet already. She could almost feel the liquid in her panties.

And the man probably screamed sex just by sitting in his car. His black hair, his lips, his red piercing eyes... Oh. Seriously. All he had to do was breathe and then...

Sex. Sex. Sex.

God have mercy on her soul.

"You... know?" she asked while sitting in the passenger seat, widening her eyes in a fashion that she hoped was cute and innocent both at the same time.

"Yes," And without another word, he drove off.

His penthouse. That's where he took her.

Which oddly, only had a very huge bed.

So she was right. He did want to have sex with her.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this moment, Miss Mikan." He sat on the bed. And he pat the space beside him, motioning for her to do the same.

She did.

She became wetter, hotter and oh so turned on.

She was dripping.

Oof!

The next thing she knew, she was under him. His mouth dangerously close to her face. She could almost taste him.

"Why?" He's asked.

"What?"

"Why'd you do it?" He had her pinned down, her hands helplessly pinned as well.

She was surprised. Nobody ever asked her that question before. Even Shiro never asked that. And honestly, she didn't know the answer to that question as well. It hasn't been long, has it?

"I... I needed to get away." Was her only reply. She felt him press harder against her. Good lord. Was he torturing her? She could almost feel his groin in her wetness.

Natsume was a respected man in Japan.

Respected, but not known.

All credit, of course, went to his father, or his ever-perfect brother, or his sister.

He was always in the shadows. Of course the first-born was always the heir, who needed Natsume? He was a lowly second son. They hoped for a daughter, whose beauty was going to be envied and praised. All to add honor and glory to what is already the glorious Hyuuga family. But instead, they got him. He was of no use.

Oh they got their wish alright. The third child was born. A girl. Aoi Hyuuga. As pretty as a red rose. And as dangerous as its thorns as well. Adored by many. Loved by all.

He spent his life trying to be as good as his brother. Or even half as loved as Aoi. But he knew love was asking too much. Maybe just their approval. That was enough for him.

He conducted studies, research, and well, more research.

That's when he stumbled upon her.

Tangerines Lois Tremaine. Daughter of CEO Brad Tremaine and Runway Magazine Chief Editor Lleolle Tremaine. Heiress of billions and billions of money. Treated as a princess since wombhood. Born in the United Stated of America. Popularly known as Lois. Bred like a true aristocrat. Raised like a true elite.

He was fourteen. She was fourteen. A perfect match, some would say. And that's when it hit him hard.

Tangerines Lois Tremaine was going to expand the family business farther than he can imagine. If he, somehow, married her. It was crazy, he knew. Hard, but not that impossible.

All he needed to do was charm her with the Hyuuga charm, and let all fall into place. He would earn his family's approval. He was going to study in America when he got to college, anyway. And it was sure that they would cross paths. All rich people did.

That was his crazy, spur-of-the-moment plan. Terribly insane, but devastatingly good.

He grew obsessed with her life. Swallowing up every little thing he could about Lois. He watched her turn into a beautiful fifteen-year old. Watched her debute in ballet, and her feeble attempts at modeling for her mother. And then she disappeared. Just like that.

But then Mikan Sakura turned up at Alice Academy.

Her eyes a tint darker than Lois' very own famous chocolate browns. The familiar stance. Even the smile. Heck, even the name! Everything!

Except for one.

Her hair. Lois was a popular, short-haired strawberry blonde.

This Mikan had auburn hair. Longer than any he's seen.

But for all he knew, she could be pulling off a Hannah Montana on him. Wig, dye, stuff like that.

She was painfully reserved as well. He tried everything he could to be close to her. Bumping to her, sitting close during lunch hours. But nothing seemed to appeal to her.

He finally had enough.

He beat her at her studies.

And boy, did it turn out to be good.

Too good.

Because now, he had her under him, squirming.

TBC.

I received this review, about this story being irrelevant, because Mikan is just whoring, and the reviewer said, I quote, "... don't like this at all... Hate it." unquote. And for Pete's sake, Mikan is a whore. And her job is? Whoring. So yeah. :))

Review me, guys. Tell me how whorish Mikan is. And I'll talk to you dirty. BAM! :))

PS. Is there a boy reading my story? Just curious. :)) If you are a boy, PM me. I seriously want to get to know you. :)

PPS. You guise, I know a lot of you favorite, alert, and shit, but really? No review? C'mon! Be a man! REVIEW! :))