(18+)
"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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The bright sun flooded into the room, shining against my pale, silky skin. My eyes fluttered open, I gently turned around to find the bed empty with me only in it. I gripped the sheets tightly around my body and sat up. I searched the room looking for Carter but he was nowhere to be found till I heard the bathroom door open, in he comes looking dashing in a pair of black jeans and a black knitted sweater.
That sweater looked very familiar.
"Where did you get that sweater?" I stood up on my knees, my cheeks were blushing with just the thought of last night.
"Your mom bought it for me." He turned around with his back facing me and grabbed his coffee which was sitting on the table.
My mom lied to me when she said it was for a coworker.
"That's fantastic." I said, now angry that he was wearing that sweater after being with me all night. I stood up completely and tried walking towards the bathroom but his hand caught mine, roughly.
"I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible. You're nothing to me but a simple blonde stress relief toy, I love your mother and it's always going to be her so quit making faces." He said with no sort of compassion towards me, his voice was laced with pure hatred.
I wanted to cry, why did I let him use me again? Because you're naïve and stupid. Why do I even care if he's wearing that shirt, he's marrying my mom for crying out loud.
We both exchanged looks before I nodded my head, and pulled my hand away from his grasp. I opened the bathroom door with my head hanging down shamelessly, my hands slowly closed the door before my back leaned against it.
I inhaled and exhaled very slowly, I was on the verge of tears. "Can you drop my clothes off on the toilet while I'm taking a shower?"
He was quiet for a couple of seconds, for a second I thought he might've left. "Alright." He mumbled.
I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself, all I saw was how ugly I am. The dark bags under my eyes, and my messy hair wasn't even my normal shade of blonde, it was more of a yellow color now. My lips were small and pale, there wasn't that much to offer. I dropped the sheet that was wrapped around me as my eyes stared at every corner of my body, I wasn't blessed with big boobs or a perfect body, I have flaws probably way more than my mom. My body looks like it belongs to a five-year-old boy instead of a woman.
Tears started to brim my eyes, Carter makes me question everything about myself and it kills me that he has such power over me.
I turned on the water and stepped inside the shower. I ran my face under the warmth of the water trying to get some sort of comfort, my hands ran through my wet, heavy hair as I stared at the checkered wall in front of me. The bathroom door opened, and my heart literally dropped to my ass as I tightened my fingers around my blonde locks. I shoved my head deeper into the water trying to mute his movements from my very ears.
