𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐊
Victoria remembered the time she used to think love seemed easy. But, she never realized what it actually felt like to be in love, especially when it came down to two people. Two people that would ri...
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COOK WASN'T sure what he was expecting by barging into Victoria Graham's room, but it certainly wasn't the scene he thought; a strange boy smothering Victoria's face with his lips as her hands roamed his body passionately.
His body froze just like his mind. He was confused and almost traumatized, in a way. He felt like he had just walked into a crime scene; something he shouldn't have seen. He watched from the doorway as Victoria's eyes crinkled shut, allowing the stranger to attack her beautiful neck that was meant to be treated with kindness, not such roughness. Cook wouldn't dare leave a single mark on her neck.
Unless she allowed it, of course.
A breathy, heavenly moan escaped her lips as Victoria's eyes finally fluttered open to reveal a furious Cook. Her immediate instinct was to ignore him, but instead, she pushed the stranger away, causing him to fall back onto the cold wooden ground. The boy with flushed cheeks on the flooring groaned, rolling onto his neck backwards to also catch the image of Cook.
"Shit- is that your boyfriend?" The boy's head threw itself back upwards to Victoria, who stuttered her words, slowly shaking her head. But before she could force any words to spew past her flushed lips, Cook beat her to it.
"Yes, I fucking am — who the fuck you think you are throwing ya' self on my girlfriend?" Cook spat angrily, storming towards the helpless teen.
"I- I didn't know she had-" As the boy stammered for some sort of response that would leave him untouched, Cook's foot stubbed against his ribs, causing the victim to groan in pain.
"Cook!" Victoria sneered, her voice cold and annoyed. Cook's eyes travelled to hers, and right away, her bright irises told him all he needed to know. He wasn't there to infuriate her more, especially on her birthday. He couldn't beat the absolute shit out of this stranger like he wanted to. Not tonight. Not ever, if he wanted to keep her to himself.
Sighing, Cook's attention fell back onto the stranger. "Get the hell out of here, you tiny fuck." He growled, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt to encourage him out of the door. Stumbling with fright laced through his limbs, the boy left the two alone in a silence that was haunted by indescribable tension. "I need to talk to you about something." He took the initiative, stepping slowly towards the floating blonde.
"Okay," she ran a hand through her wavy locks, leaning against the rim of her beds end frame. "What's up, babe." The nickname made him smile.
"Are you having fun?" He asked as he sat down beside her, his legs fully stretched out. She, in a daze, nodded her head. Her lips were twisted into a crooked grin, the puffiness of them making Cook's fingers curl into a ball.
"A lot." She slurred. "I'm happy you came, Cook." Her hand dropped to his thigh. Cook's eyebrows raised at this, but quickly realized she was drunk and vulnerable from the groping she had just received by that stranger. It upset him knowing she surely wasn't genuine, but he couldn't do much about it. He kept quiet and ignored her gesture.
