Chosen One Gone Wrong (Villains & Monsters #1)

Chapter Sixty

Double updateeee. Can you believe this is chapter 60? I know it's long, but we're getting there. Also, this one is shorter. Love you <3 . -Rae

Daija woke up many hours later to the feeling of a hand softly brushing her hair. Her body was warm, and she was a bit sore. She stretched, then opened her eyes, seeing that Simon was looking at her with a small smile.

"Why are you watching me sleep, weirdo?" she joked, hiding her smile by burying her face into the pillow.

"I woke up literally a few minutes ago," he said, his voice heavy with sleep.

She pulled the blanket over her still-naked form and asked him, "What time is it?"

"Um, a little after three in the afternoon."

"Oh, shit," she scoffed, and the both of them laughed.

"We are going to base today, right?" She was eager to go. She wanted to talk to Luca.

He nodded, "Mhm. Thank goodness I didn't have any early meetings. They all would've killed me. Tony and I are meeting up at four thirty."

"Isn't Austin already going to kill you for missing training this morning?"

"Probably, probably not. Bad enough that I owe that little shit two hundred dollars," he rolled his eyes before smirking, "I'll just tell him that I 'accidentally' slept in."

"He'll never believe that."

"He will when I tell him that I was doing some artwork."

She scoffed again, "Artwork? Is that what we're calling it?"

He grinned mischievously and gestured to her body. Curious, she looked under the blanket and gasped loudly. Her body was decorated with love bites and small bruises. As she looked at each one, memories came back to her, and she shook them from her head before the heat would flood between her legs.

"For fucks sake, Simon," she breathed out in shock, "What is with you and your obsession with hickies?"

"The pretty noises you make whenever I give them to you."

She inhaled, then sat up, searching for something to cover her body with before her thoughts got the best of her and she pushed him back onto the mattress for another round. They were already in a rush.

She stood up slowly, and she slightly wobbled at first until she found her balance. Gosh, she was sore. She found his shirt on the ground and pulled it over her figure, sighing as she looked at the torn suit.

"I can't believe you ripped off my suit."

"I think I told you a few times that would happen," he shrugged, "Not really sure why you're surprised."

"I thought it wasn't possible."

"Well then," he winked at her, "Now you know."

She flipped him off, and he laughed. As he turned around and sat up, she caught a glimpse of his muscled back, and the scratches she left there. She tried to bite her lip to hold back her smile, but it failed.

"I'm gonna shower," he told her.

"I'm going to check my phone really fast, and who knows: I might join you," she said, and she left his bedroom and shut the door behind her.

She took her time walking down the hallway, and once she was a good distance away, she giggled to herself. She finally screwed him, and it was more than what she hoped for.

Her books were right. Villains really do it better.

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Daija's body was still warm, so she sat in front of the fan in the living room as she grabbed her phone. She felt sluggish, a negative effect of staying up all night and sleeping most of the day. Lucky for her, her phone still had enough power. Then, her stomach dropped when she opened her messages.