Chapter 25: My Body, My Choice

Chapter 25: My Body, My Choice
Chapter 25: My Body, My Choice 

Alessia

'Uh, well, first, I would like to know.’ Roy texted back. He was quick with the retort as always.

Do I want to see Roy again? It is futile to build up too much enjoyment between us when I know there is an expiration date but then again, why not have the fun while I can and whatever the future my father takes me, I will at least have these memories to play back in my mind. Something to look fondly on when I will most likely be miserable, I decided.

'I supposed we could grab another drink. I get to choose the place this time though.’

That seemed to intrigue him, he asked me where but I told him he would only know on the day he took me out.

‘'And when can that be, Friday or Saturday?’ he gave me a few options.

Friday, that is tomorrow, yes, I think I would like that. The first thing that crossed my mind was the answer yes. The second thing that crossed my mind was can I give Faya the slip? I feel like a guy like Roy would notice Faya right away. He is such an observant person even if people don't realize that he is always paying attention. Faya is built like a wide thick giant with a flat crooked nose and a very serious expression. He can speak and understand English but he usually refuses to. You would be surprised at how good a man that large can be at being invisible. Even knowing all about him, I still decided to say yes to Roy's plan to see me tomorrow. I was actually kind of excited about it, which is rare. Men don't make me jolly, but I guess it is the taboo of it all. It had got my full attention.

As I said, my body is my choice and I would like to leave it in Roy's hands for a while.


Roy POV

It has been a hell of a well, Hannah has decided to take up residence in my apartment or at least she had for the past one week but today she is finally going to be out of here so I texted Alessia. I like how light weight she is, I want to manhandle that girl all over this damn apartment. I also want to sleep in my damn bed instead of being cramped on the sofa in misery. So that is what I have been thinking about all week besides the drama my cousin brought into my life. Alessia in my bed.

She said she hadn't fucked in a long time, I could tell because when I slid into her, it was like my dick was in a vice grip. She was so fucking tight, it had me wild but I went easy on the girl. This time around, I don't really plan to be anymore. I want to fuck the way Vortex like to fuck. I want to drive into that maddeningly tight pussy and make her cry out for me. I want to bend her over the bed, the sofa and my kitchen table. I want to see her ride me, and I want to put my mouth all over every soft inch of her. Her creamy flesh looks so perfectly like a canvas looking to get marked. I have had dirty thoughts about her all week and the image of her perfect thick lips around my dick had given me something to jerk off to since then.

She told me she wanted to pick the place we were going to tonight, I honestly have no idea what to expect because she is kind of a mystery, that one, I felt like I could be walking into anything. When she sent me the address, I tried googling it and it was the most vague shit I have ever seen, so I was really curious now. I guess it is a hole in the wall type of bar, literally, since I was walking down practically a half alley and saw no signs for a bar. But there was one, just as Alessia said there would be. I have never heard of it in my life, I almost hesitated to walk in, unsure if I was really meant to be there or if I mistook where the bar was. I said fuck it and just walked in.

This went beyond a dive bar, it was a shitty hole in the wall kind of place and yet it fit her perfectly. I wasn't the least bit surprised, though, I don't even know the chick well enough to assume that. The floors were such a worn hardwood, they streaked with long scratches and were a faded color hardly varnished at all. The bar itself was on the right hand side with the bare minimum to it, a slab of a counter and five metal legged stools with burgundy upholstered cushions. That matched the same burgundy pleather-like seats at the two actual table booths. One, I now saw her sitting at.

The walls were littered with framed pictures, very old ones if the black and white color and browned edges said anything about it. It smelt stale in here but there was a vague smell of grease towards the back of the place after the table booth to the right where I see her. I saw one small square window cutout in the back wall and I realized this place has a kitchen. Who the hell would trust the food inside a place like this? It was old, run down and quiet mostly. You could tell people inside were regulars for sure. There were two ceiling fans above the space and that is it, pushing around the like warm air. After studying the place itself, I took a second to study Alessia. It is a rare chance since she still has no idea that I walked in here. She is reading for the fake sake, one foot was up against the upholstered bench so her knee peeked out above the table. She held the book with both hands, balancing the corner of it on her extended pinky. This was the same glance I got when I first saw her across the street at Tracy's elementary school when she sat on the grass, glowing.

Alessia seemed to have thrown her hair up half heartedly, having a few pieces naturally fall out to frame her face and she was in a slightly larger men's short sleeved button up top. She is effortlessly beautiful, you would think the look for a date would be more than this but she came not giving a single fúck what I think. I know it for a fact. She doesn't give a damn what my opinion is about her.