Chapter 32: I Am Not His Girlfriend
Chapter 32: I Am Not His Girlfriend
Alessia
“Oh, yeah? Do you want another taste?” I peeked up at him through my lashes and bit my lip on purpose. He really likes that.
I just warned Roy, I will only leave him starving and he doesn't seem to mind. Sure enough he groaned and lifted me until my lips could reach his. He pressed them together but then he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and showed it attention before releasing it.
“I want so much more than a taste, darling.” I could see the troublemaker's smirk that sat crooked on his face.
I let my fingers start to trial shake into the flawless flesh of his chest while I stayed on my elbow, elevated enough to face him as we speak. But he didn't want to speak anymore, and after he got a second taste of my lips, he was pulling me over again, cupping my bare ass while we started kissing. It started as this slow sensual kiss that showed appreciation for the feel of the others lips on theirs. We brushed our tongues just barely in a teasing way, in a shy way and our mouths moved in unison in this hot deepening kiss to the point of groans and more fervor. Now, our tongues clashed together. We explored one another's mouth, both fighting for dominance within the kiss. He was suddenly fisting my hair through a tight fist and I rubbed my naked body over his to remind him that I am here for the taking. And then, there was a knock on his front door. I thought for a second that I misheard but when the person knocked a little louder, I realized it wasn't my imagination. Someone was at the freaking door.
“You got to be kidding me.” He groaned when I pulled away to listen. I looked down at him to see what he was going to do.
“I am hard as a fucking rock, you got to answer it.” He huffed and helped me off his body.
He was lying, there was no hiding that firm and thick dick. I quickly found some clothes and tried smoothing back my hair and then boycotted the idea of looking even half decent when I grabbed my shirt on the floor. I slipped it on and opened a front door that wasn't mine. When I swung the door open, I paused and the person in the hallway paused as well. What am I seeing here?
“Who the fuck are you?” The girl spat at me.
Fuck, don't tell me this is Roy's pregnant girlfriend. I can't watch the drama, which is in poor taste. With her attitude in asking who I was, my automatic reply was almost to retort.
“Who the fúck are you?” she asked again.
But she is both pregnant and seems to be crying so that is also in very poor taste. Instead, I cleared my thoughts and replied.
“I am a friend of Roy's, if you are his girlfriend, I apologize in advance.”
With that her caramel eyes bounced all up and down my face and body, she huffed and just charged right through the door without telling me if she was in fact his pregnant girlfriend.
“Where is he?” She asked again with an attitude.
I scratched my scalp and looked behind me to see if he was ready to come out of the room. I really wish he would because this is awkward as hell.
“He..umm, bathroom.” I put it so eloquently.
Upon observation I could tell this girl was from here too. The olive toned skin, the dark features and everything. She was in maternity clothes with a big round stomach and a designer bag clutched at the crook of her elbow.
“I am not his fucking girlfriend, you can stop looking at me now.” The girl got snappy. She is a damn piece of work.
“Well, that is a relief.” I muttered more to myself than her.
Finally, I heard the bedroom door open behind me and Roy emerged fully dressed sans erection.
“Hannah, what are you doing here?” Roy huffed but also looked somewhat sympathetic if I am reading this situation right. As if he only remembered I exited, his head quickly snapped between the girl and myself.
“Oh, fuck, this isn't what it looks like. This is my cousin, not..uh..my girl or anything.” He quickly explained. A cousin?
“Do you want me to..?” I thumb at the front door, forgetting to leave now.
Clearly, she came for a reason and I don't bear to be lingering unnecessarily. Yes, I did want to have sex again but I don't think that is going to happen anymore. I could see behind Roy's eyes that he was thinking the same thing.
“You can stay, Hannah, were you planning on staying or?” He looked like he was juggling something here.
“If I am not welcome then just forget it. Go ahead and get some pussy, I will be just fine.” She huffed in the rudest attitude I have seen. Weirdly, I kind of like her bluntness, Roy's eyes bulged out of his head.
“Hannah,” he said her name like he was scolding her.
“I will go, don't worry. I am just going to grab my things.” I glanced over my shoulder to insinuate that I needed to go to the room to grab my phone and shoes. I heard murmurs out in the living room and it was probably Roy telling her to not be a bitch or crushing her for interrupting his second round of sex. Who knows. It is obvious she had been crying, so there was obviously more to this story. I am not interested in finding it out there, none of my business. Drama is annoying. I sat on the edge of Roy's bed to quickly slip on my shoes while I called for a lift service to come pick me up. I don't have a car nor do I want one in the city. Too congested, it makes me anxious to drive like sardines. Roy quickly slipped inside before I could finish it in my second shoe.
“I am so sorry, I normally wouldn't just throw you out but this is kind of a big thing I got to help deal with.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, looking down at me. His knuckles aren't so bruised anymore. They are mostly faded.
“I totally get it.” I waved him off. He hesitated for a second before I reached where he was standing at his bedroom door.
When he pulled me against him, he gave me a hug but was sure to lower his head so he could speak in my ear.