C-4: Last Note
915 Words
Catty's POV
Cumloads shoot up, splashing on my pink robe as Mr. Alistair jerks off shamelessly.
I stand, frozen on my spot.
The only thing that blends with his painful moaning is my pounding heartbeat.
“This is your last warning, Catty.” He wipes himself clean and wears his slacks. “I promise you.”
Words elude me. I just stammer and scoff. “I should be warning you.” I finally find my words. “You’re jerking to my robe… This is insane and it should stop.”
He slips into bed, crossing his legs at the knee. The shorts bare his hairy thighs. “You’re not exactly innocent, Catty. What were you expecting barging in here? To see me playing riddles?”
Found guilty, I look down. The start of his long toes pulls me in as my eyes creep up his fine hairy legs, admiring his muscular calves.
“And now, you're doing the same thing.” He scoffs, adjusting down to give me a better view.
I throw my head to the side, hurriedly rush over to grab my dress, and walk out of the room. Outside of his door, I pause to catch my breath. My fingers are close to the milk-white cream on the robe…
The urge to sniff it and know if he’s as delicious as I remember grows stronger.
‘Come on, Kate.’ I groan in my head. I can't entertain such a sin.
James needs his inheritance like he needs his life. I'm getting too close to his dad and it may ruin everything.
Finding myself, I walk back to my room, dump the robe in the laundry basket, and join him back in bed.
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Morning comes sooner, with birds chirping by our window, and light rays streaming in through the window. James is still in bed, snoring away.
I climb out of bed, hurriedly brush my teeth, and walk down to the kitchen. The tall figure beside the refrigerator makes me stop.
“Someone finally wakes up.”
He steps away from the refrigerator and hands me a bottle. I wave him off. In silence, I start fixing egg sauce, just like James loves it, and he has bragged about his dad selling him off for it too.
I feel him stride towards me but I try not to move, try not to act like his presence has an effect on me. One hand drops to my right and the other, with the water bottle, sets on the left, trapping me in between.
He leans down, brushing his scruff along my ear lobe. “I love my women screaming, but I could make an exception. For you.” He runs his tongue along a soft spot on my neck.
I snap, so hard that my mind is all over the place. Spinning to face him, I have a knife stuck in between us. I support my hand, trying not to show my fear.
“Whoa. Whoa.” He lifts both hands in surrender. “You could have simply said you like it rough.”
“Stop.” I'm panting as if I ran a marathon. “This stops this minute.”
He smirks, c*****g his head to the side to study me. “And if your body says another…”
I push the knife forward, mistakenly piercing his chest. The tip of the knife drives through his white shirt, drawing out blood, but he keeps his smile. So damn creepy.
Instead, he shuts his eyes and moans. He bends over, pushing the knife further in and his groan gets louder.
“Got any more fetish?”His voice is thick with arousal.
“You’re insane.” I push him off, causing the knife to fall. I race out of the kitchen, running up to our room.
James is still asleep. I touch my heart, it's about to explode through the roof. Slowly, I try to steady myself. Oddly, I notice my toes curl, twisting on themselves. I swallow dryly, knowing what it means.
I'm damn horny. It's been almost two weeks since James ever touched me. The only reason he’s not at work is that he has the boss himself under his roof. I’m just like a horny bee going about and causing chaos.
Going on with my wild thought, I walk to the foot of the bed and crawl in, my legs apart so his foot push up against my thighs and maybe if I'm lucky, f**k my p***y.
Settling right on his hips, I start to hump, rocking him back and forth. His groans as he awakens turn me on. I reach to unbotton his shirt but he wakes up with so much violence, pushing me off of him that I land butt flat on the ground.
Pain rips through my body and joints. I just remain still, trying not to spread it further.
“Are you dumb?” He sits up, unapologetic. “We have a serious task and all you think about is s*x?”
The first teardrop runs down my cheek.
I sniffle. “You won't even touch me.”
“Because you're not attractive, Kate.” He groans. “No good man can find a thick lump attractive.” He throws aside the sheet and climbs down and sighs. “I'm trying to help you. If you think I'm not good enough, I dare you to find another me.”
The door slams, echoing his dare.
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