Chapter 6 : Did He Pay For Me?
Chapter 6: Did He Pay For Me?
Sophie
Their hands were on me, caressing my bare sink.
‘Dirty little girl.’ the voice came, a whisper in the pleasure I was feeling. I could feel their lips on mine, I could feel their hard dick pressed into me. Someone was rubbing me between the thighs, drawing out sighs and whimpers from me.
‘Good girl.’
I woke up with my hand between my thighs and my whole body screaming for pleasure like never before. What was happening? Why are they giving me wet dreams, they are Incubus? I sat up, feeling my panties soaked because of my wetness. I looked into the mirror hanging on the wall and my face was red. I brought my trembling hand, not the one that had been between my thighs, my other hand and ran it through my hair. I stood up, feeling my clit throb for pleasure. Damnit, what are these dangerous men doing to me? What was happening? The dream came into my head, their strong bodies holding me down, rough hands worshipping me and lips muttering dirty things into my ear.
I ran into the bathroom for a cold shower and shivered as the water hit my body but I needed to get them out of my head. It is Saturday today, and I had planned to do a little art shopping. The last thing I wanted to do was accidentally buy a loose canvas because I couldn't keep my body in check and I needed to visit a grocery store too. I dressed in a high-waisted blue jeans, black boots and a shirt that peeked out from the edge of my crop plaid sweater. I let my hair down in its natural waves, putting my glasses on my nose. I grabbed my little bag that held my stuff and walked out of my apartment.
After about twenty minutes of walking, I finally reached the art store and the best thing, it had a grocery store beside it. Deciding to do the boring things first, the grocery shopping, I entered the large store. Pushing down my anxiety which came at public places, I grabbed a cart and rolled it where the ice creams were. My cart bumped into another and I looked up, Adriano chuckled.
“We keep bumping into each other.” He tilted his head.
“How are you kitten?”
Kitten again? I had not paid attention to the nickname they had called me. Kitten, little Bunny and princess. I rolled my cart back.
“Y..you can pass.” I ignored his question.
His eyebrows lifted, he let go of his cart which was filled with complicated ingredients and stepped towards me. He was dressed in a suit and black coat, he leaned down, putting his hand on the wall beside us, caging me in. He looked down right into my eyes sternly.
“I asked you something, kitten.”
I bit my bottom lip, my breath trembling. The dream came back into my head and my cheek tainted red.
“I..I am good, and you?” I mumbled.
He smirked, his eyes falling on my lips. His thumb came to my chin and he tugged my lip out, watching my mouth so intensely that I felt I was going to melt.
“I am good.” He muttered.
“So good,” his thumb rubbed my bottom lip and I shiver at the touch, my hands clenching my sweater.
I knew my face was red now, he looked mesmerized by my lips. Then he stepped closer.
“Excuse me? Can you move your cart?” I pushed him away, blinking back into reality. Was he about to kiss me? Holy hell.
An old lady was glaring at me but when her eyes fell on Adriano, she turned around and ran away with her cart. I leaned against the wall. He looked down at me, his eyes back at the emotionless ones and then he looked at my cart.
“Come on,” he grabbed my hand in his large one, not helping me calm down and pulled me away from the wall.
“Let's shop together, okay?” I nodded before I could think otherwise.
Shopping with him? I felt like I could melt every time they looked at me. Now, how am I going to handle this?
“This one is alright.” I mumbled, as he began shopping and he shook his head.
“It is shit, sunshine. This one is better.” He kept the cheese slices down in my cart, the one he said was better.
It was almost the same price so I didn't have much problem but he made me feel like an amateur in grocery shopping. We pushed our carts in the alley which had snacks. I grabbed chips, many of them and a few packets and before I knew it, half of my cart was filled with snacks. I looked at his cart, it had healthy and complicated things in it and then mine which had snacks and basic things in it. Well, they were twenty-nine years old, he had to eat healthy and I was just twenty. I love junk food. And to maintain that body of his, he must need to eat healthy. I was happy with my lower stomach coming out just a little as long as it didn't show through the clothes.
He didn't pick anything up from the racks of wonder, making me pity him a little and turned his cart into the alley which had vegetables and fruits. Finally, we were done. We weren't talking, one just followed whenever the other moved. It was time for billing and I stood in a queue for about three people. My phone rang and it was my mother, I sighed. I didn't want to talk to her in front of Adriano.
“I will hold your place.” He said, his hard body practically touching my back with his cart on his side. He leaned down to my ear.
“Go talk to her.” I shivered for all the wrong reasons and got out of line. I felt his eyes at my back as I walked out of the store.
“What do you need, mother?” I said as soon as I picked the call.
“I need my daughter to tell me why she has a job? Don't you need to concentrate on your studies? I send you enough money every month, what kind of tantrum is this?”
“It is not a tantrum, I am just working, mother. It is not a big deal for a twenty year old to work.”
She gave me a lecture about how I was being ungrateful, how she should have never let me come here and how everyone would be disappointed in me. About now I need to leave the job. I hung up, unable to hear more. She treated me like an overgrown toddler. Adriano walked out of the store with two large bags in his hands. My eyes widened, did he pay for me?