Temptation

Chapter 42

«Toute méchanceté vient de faiblesse ; l'enfant est méchant que parce qu'il est faible ; rendez-le fort, il sera bon.»

«All wickedness comes from weakness ; the child is wicked only because he is weak; make it strong, it will be good.»

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I didn't care how happy your life was, but the worst feeling in the world was hearing your alarm ringtone when you hadn't had a good night's sleep.

I grunted and rolled over to my side, buried my face inside my pillow, annoyed by my phone ringing on my purse, next to my bedroom door.

"Hey Siri, please turn off that goddamn awful alarm." I muffled.

"Okay, your alarm has been turned off." The female robotic voice answered inside the purse.

Finally, I could go back to my sleep. I was tired and sore. Julian and I came back from the hotel at four in the morning, and I only had three hours' sleep before that alarm rang. I had class at nine, and I could sleep more. I turned on my stomach and moaned. He took birthday sex a little bit too seriously. Having a six-foot five man, almost two hundred pounds muscle with a tattooed dick fuck you all night felt like getting rolled over by a tractor back and forth, except you loved it; you wanted more until your body gave up.

I was midway to let myself transported into the deep when my door got pounded so loud, I jumped and fell off the bed.

"What the fuck?" I groaned and got up from the floor. The pounding didn't stop. I was forced to wear a black shirt and panda pants I found lying around. I carefully got down the stairs since my legs felt numb from being in the air all night.

"Urghh."

The mess in my living room was extremely unbearable. When I came this morning, there were more gifts on my porch. I was too tired, so I pushed them inside with my feet, blocking my entry. I didn't know what I would do with so many things. I was considering donating almost all of them. It would take the whole week to open them all.

I opened the door, and booboo, the fool's puppets, were standing on my porch. I figured out Mark wouldn't wait for long to send them to pick me up.
Three guys in a coat were staring at me. I rolled my eyes and annoyingly sighed.

"Good morning-."

"Save it. Give me five minutes to get ready."

I didn't wait for their answer and slammed the door. Back upstairs, I put my hair in a quick ponytail. I needed to wash it when I come back; there's probably cum in it. I quickly sniffed my armpit; my face automatically formed a grimace. I smelled funky, but before I could consider a shower, they knocked on my door again. So impatient! I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on purple cargo pants, a white cropped hoodie, plus another white jacket. I didn't want my nipples to freeze up. I slapped on my Aqua Mids Jordan 1, grabbed my purse and my shades. I loved that outfit. I would definitely take a shower and put it back when I am finished with Mark.

We arrived at the same building as last time. They directed me to the same room, and this time, he was waiting for me on the big screen. I sat down and crossed my legs, waiting for him to explode.

Leaning on his elbows, his fingers interlaced neatly under his chin; he took a deep breath.

"Do you have any idea about what you did?" He muttered.

"I did a lot this week. You have to be more specific." I adjusted my shade.

"Your name is on every magazine. Hundreds of Journalists are calling, asking for an interview. You are the big sensation right now. Do you know how damaging that is?" His tone was getting higher. I could feel the anger.