Chapter 3

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Dream Come True

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Warm hands roamed over my body with such sensual care. Soft lips placed kisses and love bites all over my body, causing moans to escape my mouth. I could see the mop of dark brown hair going closer and closer to my intimate area. I couldn't see a face, but this man knew exactly where to touch. Slowly, he pushed one finger into me, making my back arch off the bed with pleasure. I moaned and gripped the bedsheets on either side of me.

"Mm, keep going," I moaned to the unknown person. I felt something hot and wet begin to lick me. I nearly screamed in pleasure. My body was radiating pleasure. I arched my chest to the ceiling and moaned loudly.

My breathing slowly calmed as I came down from the high of orgasming. I felt lips on mine. They were soft and plump as they glided on mine, tasting of me. The person pulled away and I opened my eyes, smiling. Then, upon seeing the face, I gasp and pushed at his chest.

"Grant?" I gasped, clutching the sheet around my exposed breasts. He smirked.

Suddenly, I shot up in my bed. I was panting heavily.

It was just a dream...

Thank god. I was covered in sweat. What a weird dream...I can't believe my mind could come up with something like that. I pushed the sheets off of me, needing a cold drink of water badly. I almost considered putting something else on before going, considering Grants apparently stating her for the week, but screw it. What are the chances he's downstairs at this time?

 What are the chances he's downstairs at this time?

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(Her pajamas. Not my image.)

I made my way down the spiral staircase and to the kitchen. I stood on my tiptoes to grab a glass from the cabinet. Honestly, it's as if they made this house for giants. I can't really complain, though. My sister is allowing me to stay her for free so that I don't have to live in our old, shorty as apartment. I'm grateful, it's just that not everyone is taller than five foot eight.

I went to the refrigerator and pushed my glass against the water spout to get ice cold, fresh water. I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I waited for the glass to fill up, shivering a bit. I probably should have thrown my robe on, but oh well. I pulled the glass away and gulped down the icy water. I emptied the glass quickly and was about to turn around and head back up stairs when someone touched my back. I screamed and dropped my glass. It shattered into thousands of little pieces around my feet.

"Don't move," I heard a gruff voice order. I turned my head to see Grant. He stood in a loose black T-shirt and grey boxers.

"What are you doing down here?" I demanded angrily, unable to move with all the glass around my feet.

"Same as you," he said, giving a slightly shrug as he went to get the broom and dust pan from the cabinet. "I was thirsty," he then explained. I had my arms crossed as I pouted.

"Well, you seriously shouldn't sneak up on someone's who is holding a freaking glass," I told him as if he was a child. He ignored me and continued to sweep up the glass pieces around me.  He swept it all into a neat pile before sweeping it into the dustpan.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asked, dipping the glass into the trash bin. I looked down at my outfit, and took a few steps away from him since I realized I can now move.

"I was sleeping?" I said as sort of a question. "I got thirsty. Sorry, I didn't realize our thirst schedules were synced," I said extremely sarcastically.

"You know, every time you mutter something sarcastic, I just want to do things to you," he admitted. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my brows at him.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm a child of God. Pervert," I spat, biting my lip so I wouldn't laugh. He stared at me blankety for a moment. I think he was trying to gouge my seriousness of that comment. Then, to my utter shock, he smiled and burst out in laughter. He laughed for a good minute before seeming to wipe away tears of enjoyment.

"You are funny, Vivian," he said admittedly. I was taken aback. Did he just compliment me?

"Thanks...I guess," I replied.

"Do you know how much I want to kiss you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. And he just ruined a decent moment. What's new?

"Seriously, Grant? Fuck off," I said rudely, walking out of the kitchen. I made my way back to my room. I closed the door behind me, but made the mistake of not locking it. It didn't take long for Grant to come barging I'm without my consent.

"What the hell are you doi..." I started to shout before I was shoved into my own bed. "Grant!" I shouted angrily. His large body climbed over me, making me feel extremely small and weak. But I'm not weak.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of the blue.

"As if that's any of your business! Are you?" I retorted. He chuckled.

"No," he answered. "Your turn."

"I'm not discussing my sex life with you," I seethed angrily.

"Or lack of," he murmured with a playful eye roll. I shoved at his chest with all my strength, which was clearly not even half of his, because he didn't budge, he just smirked at my efforts. "I may..." he murmured, putting a hand on my private area, making me gasp, "be the first to put anything here."

"Get off, Grant!"

"No," he said simply. "Tell me, have you ever came for another man?" I growled in frustration. He grabbed my wrists in my right hand and held them above my head. "Answer me before I fuck you on this bed," he demanded angrily. I whimpered pathetically.

"Grant, stop..."

"Tell me!" he shouted.

"Get off!" I shouted back. He stared at me with wide, angry eyes before ripping my shorts from my body and slipping off his own boxers. He was already throbbing and hard, to my utter shock. His dick pressed against my now naked entrance. I felt him use the hand that wasn't holding my arms down guiding his cock to my entrance. My cries of protest weren't heard by him.

He push in barely an inch before I shouted, "No! I haven't! Just stop," I begged. He paused and pulled out, smiling at me with satisfaction.

"I'll be happy to be your first," he said confidentially.

"You won't be," I assured, glaring at him.

"I will be...even if you aren't willing..." he murmured, then pushed himself off my bed and left.

I laid there for what seemed like all night. He terrifies me...should I tell my sister? No, I can't ruin her first honeymoon like that, she only gets one. I need to deal with Grant on my own. The first step is getting him out of this house and my life...

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