The bedroom door flies open. It seems I forgot to lock my own door last night. Amelia lets out a gasp as she stares at my fully naked body. I stand up, unashamed. My semi-hard cock goes to fully loaded the second I take her in. She’s wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants and a very form-fitting Twenty-One Pilots tee that hugs her ample tits.
“Need something, Princess?”
“I came to get my phone,” she stammers out, covering her eyes.
“Next time, it’s best to knock. I like sleeping naked.”
“Does it always stay like that?” she says waving her hand toward my middle.
“Only until I nut to thoughts of your young, creamy pussy.” I walk over to the drawer and pull out her phone. “Here you go, Princess.” She reaches for it with her eyes closed and scrapes her fingers against my stomach, grazing the tip of my cock. Fuck—it jerks, and she gasps. I take her hand and place it on my cock because I’m not nice. “If you wanted to touch it, you should have said so.”
“Jerk.” She resorts to name calling, but she doesn’t let go of it.
“Are you calling me names, or asking how I want you to do it?” She gasps and lets it go. I’ve finally pushed her far enough. “Here’s your phone. Now, stay out of a grown man’s room, especially mine, because next time, I might not let you get away with just a simple touch.”
“I’m not a whore,” she informs me as if I didn’t know already.
“That’s obvious,” I state, stepping closer to her as she takes matching steps backward.
“If you know that, then why are you…” Her voice freezes when her back hits the wall next to the door that’s still partly open.
“Warning you? Just because.” I shrug my shoulders and step back slightly. “Besides, if you were easy, I’d have you on your knees kissing my dick with your tonsils. Now, go be a good girl. I’m leaving today.”
“Leaving?” Okay, so that’s all she took from what I said. I’m trying to get this girl to run from me before I do all the filthy things I want to her, but she’s not taking the hint so it’s time to be an asshole again.
“Yes. Some of us actually have jobs. Now go.”
I open the door wider and nudge her out, closing it before we both get more than we bargained for.
I dress in the other clothes I brought with me and gather up my things. I meant to stay longer like I promised my father, but I can’t. I’ll come back, but maybe after the princess is off to college and less of a danger to my sanity. Why did she have to pick NYC? It’s as if she’s following me, which can’t be true because we’ve only just met, and admissions is a long process that starts before the senior year of high school.
I’m just losing my mind. I call Inga and go over my schedule and meeting info.
“Tell me what we can push forward. I need some time off soon.”
Chapter Four
Amelia
I can barely make it to the kitchen when I let out a giggle. I don't know why. Maybe he's right. I'm still a child because I touched his penis on purpose. The man wasn't fooled. I spent the night aching for relief and riding my pillow and hand so much that I think rubbed my pussy raw. I want him to fuck me like he threatens. I think he’s trying to scare me away, but it has the opposite effect. I’m a squishy mess.
I knew exactly what I was doing when I stormed into his room uninvited. I hoped to get a glimpse, maybe just a little peek—after all, he got a bit of me last night. I never expected to get a full show. Full is an understatement. He’s huge. When he put my hand on it, I intentionally gave it a good squeeze. He wants to scare me away, but I'm not sure he can. I might not be as experienced as he prefers, but I'm suddenly an eager learner if he'll be my teacher. I think I’m suddenly into jerks.
I get the morning coffee started and then lean on the sink. My phone pings with a notification. It's from Jake. Did you enjoy your evening?
Weird. I text back. I suppose so. I went to bed early.
If that's what you call it. Okay. Double weird.
What's that supposed to mean Jake?
Your new brother showed me what you were busy doing. Fucking slut.
He took my phone from me because he's an asshole. I guess he's not the only one. Lose my number.
Nope. I don’t like jerks. Roman must be the exception.
I toss my phone on the counter and then think about it. I pull up my video chat and replay it. "Oh my God." I take a screenshot. That sexy asshole. I bet Roman has no idea that I record all my video chats. I don’t take people at their word either.