swear…
Dad: You have by the end of today to get back to me or you will regret it.
The last message was sent this morning. Shit. I type a quick reply hoping that it will be enough to hold him off.
Me: Sorry about missing you. I went on a road trip with my girlfriends. Be back in a few days. I’ll text you once I’m home.
I hit send before shutting my phone off again. A hand touches my back and I jump.
“You good?” Twisted is looking down at me, confusion in his eyes.
“Yeah, I think I just need to eat something.” I fake a smile hoping he can't see through the facade of it.
Sitting down next to me I can feel his eyes watching me as I look at the menu in front of me. “Am I ever gonna solve your mystery?”
I glance sideways at him; this time my smile isn’t faked. “Now what fun would that be?”
“Hey, big brother, I need you for one more groomsman duty.” Lizzie is standing behind us.
“Congratulations!” I say.
“Thanks, girl.” She smiles at me. “Come on.” She grabs Twisted’s arm as she drags him toward the dance floor in the middle of the room.
“Please turn your attention to the dance floor for the bridal party dance.” The DJ announces and everyone becomes a bit quieter. My eyes land on Twisted and the girl from earlier. His hands are sitting stiff on her waist as the music starts to play. He isn’t looking at her or interacting with her at all. However that doesn’t deter hooker Barbie. She sways against him harder than one of those blow up things that dance in the wind. Anger rolls through me as I think about how fun it would be to rip every one of the damn extensions out of her head. I hate girls like her. She’s seen us around, she knows we are together, but none of that matters.
He looks over at me and must read the fact that I’m pissed off because he gives me one of his smirks. The kind where he thinks he is winning. He still hasn’t caught on to the fact that he will never win.
The song ends and Twisted walks over toward me. “Someone’s jealous.”
“Jealous that it isn’t an acceptable setting to kick her ass, maybe.” I cross my arms over my chest only furthering the extent of my tantrum. His hand rests on my thigh as his mouth leans into my ear. “No need to be jealous.” He slips his hand under my dress, his finger tracing the front of my panties. “This is the only pussy I want to sink into. And I can’t wait to sneak you out of here to do it.” My thighs clench at his words and he laughs in my ear.
Maybe he won this round.
Chapter Seventeen
Nikki
Tonight is our last night in Jamaica. Everyone is meeting up at one of the bars to have one last night together. I have had such an amazing time here and I really don’t want to get back on the plane and back to reality.
A pit forms in my stomach as I think about going home. I’m going to have to go see my dad and he was obviously pissed, which should be fun. Not only that, but going home just reminds me of my ticking clock. The deadline on my freedom.
I try to push all of that out of my mind, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. “I’m ready.”
Twisted looks up at me and I can see the desire spark in his eyes. I’m wearing a navy blue form fitting dress with patterned stockings and black stilettos. Little does he know the stockings are a full bodysuit. I can only imagine his face when I show him later. “You sure you want to go out tonight? I can think of much better things for us to do.” He walks toward me placing his hands on my hips.
“Yes, I’m sure I want to go. Be a good boy and I’ll reward you later.” I start to move toward the door when he pulls me back to him, my ass pressing against his dick.
“Don’t lie to yourself.” His teeth scrape my neck. “You don’t like me when I’m good.” He walks forward, pushing me with him until I’m pressed against the wall next to the door. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you want me to be good when I know
Dad: You have by the end of today to get back to me or you will regret it.
The last message was sent this morning. Shit. I type a quick reply hoping that it will be enough to hold him off.
Me: Sorry about missing you. I went on a road trip with my girlfriends. Be back in a few days. I’ll text you once I’m home.
I hit send before shutting my phone off again. A hand touches my back and I jump.
“You good?” Twisted is looking down at me, confusion in his eyes.
“Yeah, I think I just need to eat something.” I fake a smile hoping he can't see through the facade of it.
Sitting down next to me I can feel his eyes watching me as I look at the menu in front of me. “Am I ever gonna solve your mystery?”
I glance sideways at him; this time my smile isn’t faked. “Now what fun would that be?”
“Hey, big brother, I need you for one more groomsman duty.” Lizzie is standing behind us.
“Congratulations!” I say.
“Thanks, girl.” She smiles at me. “Come on.” She grabs Twisted’s arm as she drags him toward the dance floor in the middle of the room.
“Please turn your attention to the dance floor for the bridal party dance.” The DJ announces and everyone becomes a bit quieter. My eyes land on Twisted and the girl from earlier. His hands are sitting stiff on her waist as the music starts to play. He isn’t looking at her or interacting with her at all. However that doesn’t deter hooker Barbie. She sways against him harder than one of those blow up things that dance in the wind. Anger rolls through me as I think about how fun it would be to rip every one of the damn extensions out of her head. I hate girls like her. She’s seen us around, she knows we are together, but none of that matters.
He looks over at me and must read the fact that I’m pissed off because he gives me one of his smirks. The kind where he thinks he is winning. He still hasn’t caught on to the fact that he will never win.
The song ends and Twisted walks over toward me. “Someone’s jealous.”
“Jealous that it isn’t an acceptable setting to kick her ass, maybe.” I cross my arms over my chest only furthering the extent of my tantrum. His hand rests on my thigh as his mouth leans into my ear. “No need to be jealous.” He slips his hand under my dress, his finger tracing the front of my panties. “This is the only pussy I want to sink into. And I can’t wait to sneak you out of here to do it.” My thighs clench at his words and he laughs in my ear.
Maybe he won this round.
Chapter Seventeen
Nikki
Tonight is our last night in Jamaica. Everyone is meeting up at one of the bars to have one last night together. I have had such an amazing time here and I really don’t want to get back on the plane and back to reality.
A pit forms in my stomach as I think about going home. I’m going to have to go see my dad and he was obviously pissed, which should be fun. Not only that, but going home just reminds me of my ticking clock. The deadline on my freedom.
I try to push all of that out of my mind, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. “I’m ready.”
Twisted looks up at me and I can see the desire spark in his eyes. I’m wearing a navy blue form fitting dress with patterned stockings and black stilettos. Little does he know the stockings are a full bodysuit. I can only imagine his face when I show him later. “You sure you want to go out tonight? I can think of much better things for us to do.” He walks toward me placing his hands on my hips.
“Yes, I’m sure I want to go. Be a good boy and I’ll reward you later.” I start to move toward the door when he pulls me back to him, my ass pressing against his dick.
“Don’t lie to yourself.” His teeth scrape my neck. “You don’t like me when I’m good.” He walks forward, pushing me with him until I’m pressed against the wall next to the door. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you want me to be good when I know
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