Playing With Toys
1081 Words
Chapter 2
Mia's POV
“What the hell is he doing here!?” I screamed in my head as I stared at him. He gave me a smile and walked closer, bending slightly to my height.
“Are you scared of being alone?” he asked, with a smile on his face.
Why the hell would I be scared? What did my brother tell him? And I thought RiRi was the one who would be coming?
I managed to shift back a little, swallowing the lump stuck in my throat.
“Why are…you here?” I stammered, avoiding his eyes that were way too close to mine.
“Alex called RiRi,he said you're scared of being alone,” he replied.
My brows furrowed. When did I tell my brother I was scared?
“So… where's RiRi?” I asked, looking outside like maybe she’d show up out of nowhere.
“Ah…” he started, shifting his face away from me and standing up straight. “She had somewhere to be, so I came instead. Good, right?” he asked, and I nodded without thinking.
“Huh? No, it’s not good,” I quickly corrected myself, and he looked at me.
“Why?” he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Why not!? Why would two adults be in the same house!” I blurted out, and I could see him freeze for a few seconds, until he burst out laughing.
My face twisted while I stared at him. Even while laughing, he still looked hot.
Oh no, Mia, don’t get tempted. You have to appear strong! Something screamed in my head.
Being in the same house with him… with no one around? How am I supposed to cope?
I looked at him and found him still laughing.
“Why are you laughing? What’s funny?” I asked, raising my eyes at him.
“Where are the two adults?” he asked, glancing around. “I thought I was the only adult here?”
And I scoffed.
Of course. What did I expect? So sexy and annoying.
I clicked my tongue and gave him a glare before walking away from his sight.
“I’m not scared. You can go,” I said coolly, heading to the freezer to grab a drink.
Deep down, I knew I didn’t want him to leave. But if he stayed, it might become a whole different problem.
“But I want to stay anyway. I miss this house,” he said, and I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned my head toward him, but I was too late—he stretched his arm into the freezer, and his arm brushed my neck. I trembled the moment it happened, and the tension made the bottle in my hand fall to the floor.
What the hell is he doing!?
“Are you okay?” he asked the second the bottle hit the ground.
How the f**k am I supposed to be okay? He just touched me!
I quickly stepped away, but then—unfortunately, or maybe fortunately—I slipped on water on the floor. My eyes widened as I felt myself falling, but his hand caught me fast—grabbing me in a place it definitely shouldn't have.
My eyes widened even more when I saw his face close to mine. His hand had gripped my boob before I hit the ground. I was wearing only a round-neck top and shorts, and I swear my n****e hardened the moment he touched me. His grip wasn’t light—it was firm. There’s no way he didn’t feel the softness.
“Why are you so clumsy?” he said casually, as if he wasn’t literally grabbing my breast.
I snatched myself from him and stood up straight, trying so hard to act normal. Like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just touch me there.
“I... H...” I tried to say something, anything, but the words just didn’t come out.
Oh my f*****g goodness. It’s not even up to an hour and this s**t is already happening.
“Why are you stammering?” he asked, raising his hand to my face and flicking my forehead hard.
“Ow! What was that!” I glared at him, and he scoffed.
“You just almost broke your bones, and you say you can take care of yourself? Is this how you plan to take care of yourself?” he said, and I bit down on my lips.
Why is he so casual about that? Or maybe… he didn’t notice he grabbed me?
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned, heading for the stairs.
“Suit yourself!” I yelled at him, and I could hear him chuckle behind me.
I walked into my room, my chest rising and falling fast.
I stopped at the mirror and stared at myself. I really held back there—not to blush hard—because if I did, he’d ask why my face was red again.
I don’t know if he’s just nonchalant or actually dumb.
No matter how seductive I try to be, he always finds it cute. I’m a woman, for God’s sake!
I stared at myself in the mirror again.
“Am I not sexy?” I muttered, turning a bit. “Or does he like thick girls?” I sighed, feeling hopeless.
What else do I have to do to make him look at me?
“I can’t gain weight that fast just to become thick!” I groaned, stomping my foot as I walked to the bathroom.
I pulled off my clothes and dropped them in the closet. Then I walked to my drawer, pulled out a small box, and a wild grin appeared on my face.
I opened it and brought out my dildo.
Oh yeah, I’m not a virgin. In fact, I like s*x a lot.
I had my first time two years ago after high school with my ex. I was 19. It was painful the first few times, but afterward, we kept doing it. And I loved it.
The last time I had s*x was with another ex about four months ago. And I swear, even while he was on top of me, I kept imagining Cole instead.
Cole is taking my sanity and messing with my mind. I can’t help it.
Looks like tonight again... I’ll be playing with my toys while imagining him, f*****g myself hard and pretending it’s him instead.
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