TAYLOR’S POV
After looking at the number for more than ten minutes, I finally decide to call the bitch.
‘Are you free?’ I ask her.
“Yes, I am.” From the tone of her voice, she is excited. Most girls are just too cheap.
‘I will call you again soon.’ I say and end the call.
This means I will be heading to her soon. I rush in, took my shirt from the top of my wardrobe and hurry out of my room. Making sure not to make any sound so as not to draw mum’s attention.
Today is her free day and, she has been in her room.
“Where are you going?” Her voice startled me. letting out a sigh, I climbed down the stairs and walk up the chair she sat on.
‘George called me over!’ I lied.
Well, the thing is, George is a good boy and mum loves him a lot. I just had to use his name else, she won’t let me leave the house.
“Hope it’s all good? And it’s been a while I saw him around.” Mum turning back to the Tv program series she is watching, she adds, “Send my greetings to him.”
“Okay.” I answer dryly before leaving the house.
The moment I shut the door closed, I did a little dance. The chilling breeze blew on my face, making me make a mischievous grin.
I have got a pot to enjoy. My playboy life is fully activated and, this feeling is just so cool. I walk down to my car humming.
“Come in. No one is home!” Alice welcoming me in and plant a kiss to my cheek. I can tell, it wasn’t just for greeting sake.
I scan her dress code and it is very seducing. Her thighs were visible enough. She sure looks hot.
“No one is at home.” She announces as if reading my mind.
‘I can tell because you aren’t so stupid enough to invite a guy over and dress like this.’ I reply with a smirk, ‘And you do look sexy in those.’ I add and she smiles back.
“Oh, thanks baby.”
Me? Baby? Hope she isn’t thinking I’m going to want to date her after this?
I’m not saying she isn’t good enough, I don’t want to enter into any relationship also, she is not my kind of girl. I don’t see myself falling for any girl. No relationship has lasted up to a month. Highest was three weeks and, it ended when she caught me with another girl. That is a story for another day.
I follow her up to her room. it seems like she is obsessed. Every single thing in the room is pink. It is way too girly. I know it’s every girl’s favorite color but, this is just too much.
‘Your room is pink world.’ I comment but, as our eyes met, it seems she is confuse, ‘It’s beautiful.’ I lied. As far as I get what I’m here for, I do not care. But one thing is certain, I won’t dare to enter again. It feels too uncomfortable.
“What would you want me to get for you?” She asks.
‘I want you. I want to eat you.’ I say and approach her. closing the space between us, I touch her face and lean in, kissing her for about three minutes before freeing ourselves to catch our breathe. She is a good kisser!
“No, I need to serve you something since you are my guest.” She persists as we stop kissing.
‘I had something before coming. Maybe next time.’ I smile. That is if there will be a next time. Resuming back from where I stopped earlier. ‘Let me eat you instead.’
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