Chapter twenty-one

Becca

I met up with Natalie after work. She wanted me to follow her to go shopping since she was going away with some cousins to Ayia Napa the following week. 

"Tell me truthfully why you're going there Nat," I said as we crossed the road.

"Parties, festivals, clubs—the usual. It's just the best." She smiled eagerly.

"Right." I nodded slowly. Yeah, when she gets raped is a different story. 

I followed this bitch everywhere! From Primark to River Island to H&M to Monsoon to TK Maxx to Uniqlo to Dorothy Perkins to JD Sports to New Look. My feet were aching! I held so many bags I was gonna collapse. Whilst in New Look I waited for Nat to try on some jeans and sat next to one of the mannequins, resting my head on its leg. A boy who was with a chick laughed and came up to me. He was dark skinned with big brown eyes and a cute baby face. His hair was wavy and his lips were quite plump; he had a nice smile.

"You alright?" 

"Yeah, just exhausted."

He nodded in understanding. "I feel you b. When gyals are shopping it's just..." he whistled.

I smiled weakly. "Well at least you're dedicated to your girl to actually follow her shopping, I think that's cool." 

"Girl?" He sputtered at the very idea. "That's my sister." 

"Same ting."

He laughed and took a seat beside me. "So you on your own?" 

"I'm waiting for my bitch of a friend," I muttered.

He laughed. "She's got you carrying bags and shit." 

"Yeah she went to try on something; I'm just watching her stuff." He nodded. "What made you follow her anyway?" I enquired, referring to his sister.

He sighed. "Our brother who died last year left her his flat for when she turned 18. It's her birthday tomorrow so she's gonna celebrate with some friends." 

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

He smiled. "It's cool." 

"Can't believe you're telling a stranger this."

He laughed and shrugged. "Tryna keep you occupied while you wait for your friend." I nodded. It's been roughly five minutes. What the fuck is she doing in there, adding sequins to the damn ting?

"She's glad she gets to live on her own as well. Michael would have wanted her to be happy." 

"Oh, his name was Michael?"

He gave a weak smile. "Yeah." 

"How did he die, if you don't mind me asking?" 

"He was murdered. Some girl led him to the wrong place on purpose, only so the people who were after him could finally get him." I frowned. That's horrible. These set-up chicks show no remorse.

"Ahh, do you know who she was?"

"Yeah, some chick called Erica. Luckily she wasn't sentenced to anything harsh. I saw her a couple days ago. I've been looking everywhere for her. When I finally saw her I chased after her, but she got away."

Now it was my turn to whistle. "Wow. Sorry."

He shrugged and gave a faint smile. "Don't be. You don't even know me." 

"But no-one deserves to go like that." Leon does, but I could never kill him. I'm not that bad!

He nodded. "Life's fucked up init." 

"You're telling me." 

"Joel, come here please!" We both turned to his sister who was holding up two checked shirts. "Red or blue?" she yelled. He rolled his eyes and I laughed. 

"She's loud," I acknowledged.

"Yeah. You can understand why I barely take her places."

I smiled. "It was nice talking to you," I muttered truthfully. He managed to keep me company while Nat was busy squeezing into clothes, for that I was thankful.

"Yeah, same. I don't mean to seem forward but is it alright if I have your number?"

I laughed. "You wanna get to know me, huh?" 

"You're nice to talk to," he grinned. I smiled and he handed me his Blackberry. Fuck sake, I hate these things, they're so bulky and unnecessary. Every time I see Kieran's I always try to throw it out the window but he'd always stop me. I put my number in and saved it with my name. I handed him back the phone and he stuffed it into his pocket. "Thanks, Rebecca."

I gave him a thumbs up. "Joel, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"Cool." 

"JOEL!" his sister snapped.

"I'm coming man!" He kissed his teeth and went over to her. I shook my head and laughed. I can honestly say that's the first guy in a while who I've given my number to without much hassle. It scared me that I'd do such a thing. I'm changing drastically; I dunno whether it was for the better or not. 

"Who was that?" I glanced up at Nat who was holding her New Look bag with the jeans inside.

"Some guy." I stood up with my bags and we left the shop. 

"Well what's his name?" 

"Joel." 

"That's cute. What about Kayden?"

My brow rose. "What about him?" 

"You seemed tight with that Joel guy-..." 

"I only just met him." She gave me a look, unconvinced. "Plus, I'm not with Kayden." 

"Hmm." She gave me a sly smirk and I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm not having this conversation. No-one ever believes me anyway." 

"Cos you chat shit." 

"Not going into it, Nat." 

"But we should. If you like Kayden just tell me. I swear I won't tell a soul. Not that you should be ashamed cos he's nice." 

"You've never seen him," I answered blankly. 

"I have once, near Marbel Arch with like 4 man."

I paused. "How do you know it was him?" 

"The hair, the skin tone, and that sexy dimple."

I huffed. "Okay, Nat." She smiled and we got some McDonalds then caught the 49 bus back to Wandsworth. I bit into my burger and peered out the window. "You know what's hilarious?" I asked, still focusing on the pavement outside.

"What?" 

"I haven't seen that bitch since Wednesday."

She giggled. "You mean Shanay?" 

"Sorry, who?"

Her laugh escalated. "I heard she's been staying with Hayden at his house."

"Is that so?" 

"Yeah, but Hayden doesn't really stay there. Apparently his cousin was kidnapped or something so he's gone to find him."

I looked at her. "How old is this cousin?" 

"Like 18, 19." 

"Hayden needs to sit the fuck down.  He's not Superman, he'll just get killed."

She nodded, stirring her McFlurry. "You're acting like you care." 

"I don't, but it's pointless." 

"Hmm. Shanay just stays there by herself."

I looked at her. "How do you know this anyway?" 

"Zion told me."

"Urgh that prick. And he's with Olivia now."

She raised a brow. "Who's Olivia?" 

"Nevermind. She used to be with Tyreece. He took his own twins girl. Fucker." I screwed thin air and she laughed. 

"Never knew that." 

"Mm." An hour later we ended up back in Brixton in Footlocker. I rolled my eyes and she smiled. 

"Your favourite shop," she announced, beaming. 

"It should get burned down." I screwed the building. I leave this place and she brings me straight back! What kinda bullshit is this? I waited impatiently as she looked for some footwear. 

"I'll get a discount right?" she asked me.

"I'm not in charge of who gets that," I answered. She nodded slowly. "Hurry up before my shoulders dislocate."

She laughed and picked out some high tops. She found her size and I followed her to the counter. Kayden had to be there of all people. I frowned. He works a later shift than I do, sometimes 5 days a week; 2 to 8pm, when the shop actually closes. He has to lock up and everything...good. He saw me and smiled as he put the trainers in the bag. Natalie paid and realised the strong eye contact that me and Kayden held.

"Not even gonna say hello, Ree?" he smirked and I screwed in return.

"Hi," I muttered blankly.

Nat laughed. "Who's this, Rebecca?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

I tutted. "Natalie; this is that prick Kayden you lot go crazy over. And you; this is my friend Natalie from 6th form." They both smiled at each other as he leaned on the counter in a casual manner.

"Hi," Nat greeted with a shy smile.

He nodded at her. "You alright?"

She nodded back. "Rebecca's always talking about you," she blurted out.

I turned to her and literally wanted to kill her right there and then, but I couldn't. I restrained myself.

His lips twitched and soon formed that amused sideways smirk. "Is that so?"  

"No," I replied meekly.

"She's lying. Every day she mentions your name." Nat laughed, knowing full well that I wanted to harm her for saying such shit. It wasn't even true! 

"Don't listen to her, she's just being dumb." 

"So I'm lying, Becc's?" she countered. "Who was you just talking about before we came in here?"

My eyes widened. She wasn't being fair! She mentioned him first! She wouldn't stop smiling at him, as if she was in some trance. Kayden didn't even realise as he was too busy watching me. His amused expression was deepening; he knew I was frustrated by this.

"Everyday yeah?" he echoed with a smile. "Did you tell her about your dream?"

"Okay we're leaving now." I grabbed Natalie's arm and roughly pulled her outside.

"Nice to meet you!" she called over her shoulder as I forcefully yanked her wrist.

"Likewise," he grinned and we exited.

She was laughing hysterically, her face was turning red. Passerby's looked at her in awe, like she was mentally disturbed (which she was). I was this close to adding her to my To Kill List. 

"I can't believe you."

She smiled. "He's even nicer in person, and less intimidating. You should just tell him you like him." 

"I DON'T!"

She grinned and started walking off. I imagined myself tripping her up in the road and laughed to myself at the possibility of it happening. I may just do that. I walked beside her and gave a heavy sigh. Took me a while to realise just how many bags we were both carrying at this point.

"When are you leaving?" I questioned.

"Next week." 

"I can't believe you're missing two weeks of 6th form to party and get raped."

She laughed quietly. "Don't you mean get laid?"

"No."

"I'm not gonna get raped, Becc's." 

"I say you wear the tightest jeans possible, so no-one can get to your sacred area." She started laughing and I watched her. She didn't realise that I was being deadly serious.

She sighed happily. "You crack me up."

"Seriously Nat. Don't follow any random guys when you're there. Don't talk to strangers, and if someone offers you something they know you'd like, just say no."

"I'm not five, Rebecca." 

"But you're stupid like that, so I'm telling you from now." 

"Rebecca?" We both looked ahead and I saw Kayden's friend, Christian. Last time I saw him I wet his hair when we had that water fight in the park.

I smiled a greeting. "Hey, Chris."

He dug his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. "Surprised you're not wid Kayden. What, he still at work yeah?" 

"Yep." 

"So where you off to?" 

"Home now."

He looked at all the shopping in my hand alone and his eyes widened. "Fuck."

I laughed. "It's not mine, it's hers." I nodded towards Natalie who gave a little smile in return.

Chris nodded. "You okay?" She nodded with an amiable smile and he faced me once more. "I'll catch you later yeah?" 

"Mmhm, bye." 

"Later." He carried on walking and Nat smiled. 

"He's nice too. What's going on, Becc's?"

I turned to her in confusion. "What?" 

"All these wonderful boys popping outta nowhere."

My face contorted in disgust. "Don't be fooled, he's gay."

"He doesn't look gay." 

"Looks can be deceiving." 

"Whoa."

I chuckled and we got arrived at the 35 bus stop near Iceland. We waited patiently for Natalie's dad to pick her up and help with her ridiculous shopping. Seriously, I wanna know where all this money came from, she doesn't even work.

"You sure you don't wanna come back to mine? Mum cooked." Nat offered.

"It's fine. I have to stop off somewhere anyway."

She then clicked as if she had remembered something. "Oh yeah, Chris said he wants his hat back." Psshh!

"Tell him to get stuffed." 

"You ain't been helping him with his job search, have you?" 

"He claims he's a man, he can find one himself." She laughed.

We spoke abit more until her dad came in his black Renault. I said goodbye to Nat and warned her not to get raped before she sped away with her dad in his car. I looked at my hands and saw the imprints of the shopping bags in my palm. Fuck, my hands were killing. Natalie owes me. Little did she know that I kept one bag to myself; my special bag to be used for someone very important. 

I caught the 333 bus to Stockwell, Dorset road. It didn't take long at all, like twenty minutes. I walked slowly, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had everything I needed. I passed each door and took my time. 

No.10 

No.12 

No.14.

I smiled and knocked. Waiting patiently, I clenched my fists and blew out a huge chunk of air. After a few seconds the door opened to an old black woman in a flowery dress looking startled. 

She held her hand to her chest and released a deep breath. "You frightened me, child, thought you were a Jehovah witness."

I stepped back. "Sorry. Does Olivia live here?" 

"Yes, she isn’t here at the moment."

I frowned. "Do you know when she'll be back?" 

"Tomorrow around 2PM. She went to see her dad in Luton. Are you a friend of hers?" 

"Yeah. Can you tell her that Rebecca stopped by?"

She smiled. "Of course dear, have a safe journey."

I mirrored her smile. "Thank you, bye." I waved and walked off. She gently closed the door. As soon as she did I screwed and stomped down the road. So much for completing my list. Well, it wouldn't hurt to postpone the beating until another time. Tomorrow at two o'clock, it's definitely going down...

I was at home locking Andre in the toilet. It was fun hearing him shout and bang against the door, begging me to let him out. I laughed and held onto the handle so he couldn't escape. It was fantastic having power. Kieran was out searching for 'work', (translated that meant pussy). Dad was at work and we had to pick my uncle and cousins up at the airport tomorrow. I decided to spend my last day fucking around with Andre's life. I knew I couldn't do it with Uncle Clayton around.

He banged the door again. "Let me out man!" he shouted angrily.

I laughed even harder. "Talk to Jasmine, and then I'll consider it."

He kicked the door hard. "I ain’t got time for this, I'm meetin’ my boys at 6!" 

"Better get calling then. Tell her you're sorry."

"No!" 

"Then we're gonna be here all day, aren't we, Dre?" 

"Argh fuck! I'm not playing wid you! Open the door blud!" 

"Do I look like your blud, Andre? Do I look like Isiah? You tryna say I look like him? I take that as an offence. You deserve to stay in here for that."

He started going crazy and kicking the door viciously. It was so funny when he was powerless. After a while the banging died down and I heard him kiss his teeth. I looked at the clock and smiled.

"Nearly 6:00 Dre, text Jasmine and tell her you'll call her," I said through the door. He kissed his teeth again and I heard the tapping of his phone, then the sending tone. 

"Done. Let me out now."

I opened the door but quickly blocked his way before he could leave. "Lemme see."

He screwed and gave me his phone. I went to his sent messages...

Im sorry about everythin. I understand if u dont wna talk to me,

But I wanna sort dis out. I'll call u later.

Andre x

I smiled. "Awww, bless!"

He screwed me hard and grabbed his phone before barging me out the way with rough force. I laughed at his annoyance, it was so hilarious. I heard the front door slam minutes later. I sighed happily and went to my room. Looking at my phone I realised I had two missed calls from Brooklyn. Shame. I had locked Andre in the toilet for like an hour. I sat on the bed and called her. After a few rings she answered, but no-one said anything. I raised a brow at the questionable breathing that was heard on the other end, then a groan. 

I paused. "Hello?" 

She giggled and sighed. "Becc's..." she muttered breathlessly. 

"What the fu-...what are you doing?" 

She giggled again then I heard Charles laugh in the background. "Can you call back later? I'm k-kinda busy," she panted.

"Doing what?" She breathed through the phone again. "Hello?" 

She sighed. "Oh my...Becc's—uhh...call me b-back," she groaned. 

I finally realised what was happening. "Jesus!!" I quickly locked off and threw my phone down.

I always thought Brooklyn was the innocent type. After all her preaching about the Lord and abstinence she goes and fucks Charles. I shuddered and felt my phone vibrate. Thinking it was her again I turned my phone over, shivered, and then got the hoover from the cupboard. I plugged it in and began cleaning my room. Once uncle gets here with Claycia and Diamond everything had to change. Uncle would be in the spare room with Diamond whilst Claycia stays in my room. I didn't mind, so long as she doesn't re-arrange anything, then we're gonna have to clash, and I don't wanna harm my own cousin.

I put the hoover and all my assignments away before spreading my bed. I dusted my TV that I haven't even watched in ages and cleared all the unnecessary shit off my drawers and sprayed the room. I swear I was the only one in this house whose floor was still visible. I smiled and lay on my bed. I was so tired from everything; shopping for 6 hours with Nat, attempting to attack Olivia, having to lock Andre in the toilet for an hour then cleaning my room. It’s been a very productive day.

I closed my eyes and began to drift off but was woken by my phone vibrating again. I picked it up to view a text from my teacher. Something about Uni and student finance. I kissed my teeth. How did my teacher get my number? Then I screwed. Chris. That prick always tells my business! He knows I hate that teacher but he gives her my number, just because I took his hat, so what! I kissed my teeth and my phone started ringing. I sighed. Can't I just be left in peace? I noticed the name and rolled my eyes.

"What d'you want?" 

"What you doing?" 

"Nothing out of the ordinary, why?" 

"You aired my call." 

"I was doing something." 

"Mm. Why don't you come round?"

"For...?" 

"Me. To spend some time." 

I tutted at the idea. "I saw you a few hours ago." 

"We were both busy, that wasn't long enough. I miss you, Ree." 

I huffed. "Whatever. Are your parents there?" 

"My dad is. My mum's gone to see Aunt Tanisha." 

I sat up at the mention of her name. "How is she?" 

He paused momentarily. "I wouldn't know." 

"So after all we've talked about; after all I said, you still haven't seen her?" 

"I have stuff to do." 

I kissed my teeth. "I'm coming round to cuss you. I can't believe this." 

He sighed. "Come then, and bring that bag." 

"Do I have to?" 

"Yeah, I wanna use it."

I locked off and got up from the bed. This boy always has "stuff to do". He needs to learn that family comes first. I slipped on a hoody that I had stolen off Gavin a long time ago along with my converses and went to my wardrobe. Sighing I took out the plastic bag that I had tied up so I wouldn't be so tempted to look inside. 

I trudged downstairs. Kieran was in the living-room with yet another light skinned chick. Very pretty, but she could do better, much better. I smiled at them and blatantly cleared my throat very loudly, causing them to stop their kissing session. I see he found his job and has now been employed; now it was time for him to get fired and I was happy to do the honours. They both peered at me and Kieran rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

"Hello," I said politely.

She smiled. "Hi."

I entered the living-room and shook her hand. "Kieran never told me you would be here. I'm Rebecca, his sister."

She nodded slowly. "Nice to meet you, Rebecca."

I wanted to fuck up Kieran's moment, so I sat down on the opposite sofa and smiled at the two of them. Kieran stared at me in a deadly way; he wanted me to leave so badly.

"So, what's your name?" I enquired with interest. 

"Kadiesha."

"Ooh, cool. Kieran's never mentioned you before. Ever." His eyes stared into mine. He didn't want me to blow it for him, but I was feeling mildly evil today; first with Andre and now him. I grinned at him in return. She gave a nervous smile and I continued. "I mean, there was Keisha, Kadeema, Kadian, Karly, Kavaana, Kara, Kassandra, Kavon, Kat and Karla...but no Kadiesha."

She cleared her throat. "Well we're seeing where things go." 

"Ahh I see. How long has it been now?" 

"Erm, three weeks."  

"That's sweet." I saw Kieran groan, it made me smile even more. "You two beat yet?" I asked casually.

Her eyes widened and she looked stunned, Kieran's screw deepened. 

"Erm..." She looked at him nervously.

"Shut the fuck up Becc's." Kieran narrowed his eyes.

I gasped exaggeratedly. "I'm tryna take an interest in your new girlfriend, Kieran, how dare you." 

"You think I don't know what you're tryna do? Don't piss me off." 

"Kieran..." She gave him a warning glare and I faked a sad face.

"It's quite sad really. No matter how hard I try to connect with my big brother he seems to despise me. Our house is just filled with violence." I sighed and shook my head. "Especially since he developed gonorrhoea. Possibly the worst experience he's ever had to overcome."

She raised a brow. "What?" 

"That's right. Didn't you know?"

Kieran shook his head. "Don't listen to her, K."

"Would I lie? I'm doing this for your own well-being. Kieran, you should have told her about the gonorrhoea, are you insane?" 

She slowly took her hand off his leg; she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"It's a shame too, when I saw that really tall Columbian chick walk outta here two days ago, you didn't tell her either. Remember, Kieran?"

She turned to him with narrowed eyes, waiting for an explanation. Kieran sighed and rubbed his face. I gave an evil smile and stood up then left the room. I could hear her shouting at him as I swiftly closed the door. I smiled to myself and put my jacket on.

Mission accomplished.

I sent dad a text to inform him that I was going to Brooklyn's house and he replied saying I shouldn't return too late. I left and shut the door behind me. Didn't take me long to reach his. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Zaine answered, his hair bouncing around freely in a huge coolie afro.

"Hi Becc's," he greeted.

"Aww, look at you. Little ragamuffin." I ruffled his bushy locks and he laughed. I stepped in and closed the door then stared at his hair. The way it flowed past his shoulders was magnificent. Why can't that prick have hair like this? I touched it softly and admired it.  

"Dad says I should cut it," he informed meekly.

"No Zaine. Never cut your hair; it suits you and you look cute with it." 

"He tells Kayden to cut his hair too but he doesn’t listen." He then looked at my hand. "What's in the bag?" 

"I really don't know."

He laughed. "You're funny." He took his PSP Lite out of his pocket and continued his game. "He's upstairs," he muttered before walking off, eyes focused on the PSP. He was adorable. I removed my jacket and hung it on the banister.

"Rebecca!" I turned and saw Kayden's dad, Marcus, approaching from the kitchen.

I smiled in response. "Hi." I loved his dad, he was amazing. He also looked so young for his age; I never would have guessed he was 32.

"How've you been?" he asked with a genuine smile. 

"Fine."

He nodded. "So you're here for my son?" He leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

"Yep. He asked me to come around. I hope that's okay." 

"Don't be stupid. You're always welcome here. Kayden's crazy about you."

I laughed nervously. "That's exactly what his mum said." He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets. Ah, he's just the best. 

"We can all see it. Every day we hear your name. I'm at work and I hear your name. I'm eating dinner, I hear your name. I'm getting intimate with my wife and I hear your name through the walls, it's crazy. Come like some duppie."

I couldn't help but giggle. "That often, huh?" 

"All the time. I've never seen him so into someone, he's grown so attached."

I scratched my head, slyly embarrassed. "Well, that's Kayden," I mumbled.

"Yeah man." He sighed happily and I laughed. He then looked at his watch. "I need to pick up Sha'riah." 

"How's Tanisha?"

"Not good. We're still keeping our hopes up. Can't lose faith." 

"Course not. Has Kayden seen her since?"

He kissed his teeth. "The amount of times I've told that boy to get his backside down there, too hard of hearing."

I sighed and shook my head. "I'll talk to him." 

"Yeah, we'll see if he listens to you. You may work wonders on my yout." I smiled. He slipped on his trainers and shrugged on his Adidas waterproof jacket. Don't ask me why, but he didn't need an excuse, he was awesome. "Zaine!" he bellowed in his gruff voice.

I saw Zaine's little head-full of hair pop out of the living-room. "Yes dad?" 

"Get your shoe's on. We're gonna meet Uncle Ryan, then see aunty." 

"Okay." He came and put his trainers on. They both headed for the front door. 

"I don't wanna see you playing that ting when we get there," Marcus said, referring to Zaine's PSP. Zaine shook his head in return. "Where's your hair band?" 

"In my pocket." 

"C'mon son, tie up that hair. You look like Mufasa." He laughed and tied his long brown hair back. Marcus turned to me. "We'll be back soon, with pizza." He grinned. I gave him a brief thumbs up and they left.

I yawned and kicked off my shoes before heading upstairs. I was so tired and this bitch boy had woken me up. This better be worth my time. I opened his door and paused by the doorframe. He was lying on his bed, completely topless with a grey Nike tracksuit on. He didn't even notice my entrance as he was too busy laying there with his eyes closed. Probably pretending to be asleep. I took the time to analyse each crevice on his torso and firm pectoral muscles, biting my lip unconsciously. His eyes snapped open and he spotted me. He then smiled a greeting.

"Becc's," he rasped. Seemed like he actually was sleeping.

I snapped out of my dazed state and frowned. "I'm not happy with you," I muttered.

He simply laughed in return. "When are you ever?"

"Shut up." He sat up.

"I heard you and dad," he said quietly. I shrugged, not knowing what to reply. "So annoying. They tell my business to everyone." He kissed his teeth and peered at me again. "Throw me a vest from my drawer please."

I complied since he asked so nicely. Picking out a white string vest, I threw it to him. He caught it and slipped it on in one swift motion. I decided to sit on the bed. He lay back down, but this time resting his head on my lap without permission.

"You and your massive head," I retorted.

"My head is of a reasonable size."

"Now you're just lying to yourself. The weight of your head is actually hurting my lap."

He chuckled and got comfortable. "Deal wid it."

"Don't get rude to me Kayden. Remember I own yo' ass."

He watched me curiously. "Tryna come all American yeah?" I laughed. "And since when did you own me?"

I shrugged. "It's been awhile." 

"Nah b, I own you."

I screwed immediately. "Bullshit." 

"You're mine, Rebecca."  

"If you continue chatting shit I'll push you off the bed."

He laughed and resorted to laying his head on the pillow again. I followed suit and lay beside him. He watched over me and gently pulled me so I was resting on his shoulder. I didn't retaliate, I was too tired. He stroked my hair and smiled.

"So you're allowing me to touch you now?" he questioned. I had almost forgotten about that damn dream. Now it was in my head again.

"For the time being. I don't like you touching me though." 

"The bet," he sang.

"I know." I huffed and instantly felt depressed at the thought. 

"I thought you were gonna cuss me?" 

"I'm really tired. Can't I cuss you later?"

He laughed. "You wanna arrange when to cuss me?"

"Mmhm, gimme two hours tops." I yawned and closed my eyes, placing the bag beside me on the empty space of the bed.

"What time did you fall asleep last night?" I shrugged and relaxed as he rubbed my stomach, circular motion.

"Kayden." 

"Mm?" 

"I'm not pregnant. Don't do that."

He continued regardless. "I have a thing for rubbing girls' stomachs." 

"Freak."

He chuckled. "It calms them down." 

"I am calm." 

"Then it makes them feel nice," he said quietly. He carried on rubbing my belly and I sighed. "Want anything?"

"Not really. I'm cool thanks."

"Alright."

"But in the near future I wouldn't mind an iPhone. Maybe some awesome speakers to go with it. And like 9000 minutes and 6000 texts, unlimited internet-..."

"You're chatting shit now Ree, shh," he breathed in my ear.

If I wasn't so tired I would've delivered the smoothest head-butt. He changed the motion of his caressing, I exhaled deeply.

"That feels nice."

He rested his face near my neck and gave it a gentle peck. "Told you so."

"Don't get cocky." I could picture his sideways smirk in my mind. I decided to keep my eyes closed to prevent staring.

"Question. What do you do when the person you care about so much moves far away?"

I yawned again. "Depends. Do you mean to another country?" I asked with my eyes still closed. 

"Nah. Different area, like Wembley." 

"That's not far away. I thought you meant Sussex or something." 

"Wembley is far to me. I don't like that area." 

"Wembley's a nice area, what you talking about?"

It was his turn to sigh. "Forget it."

I shrugged. "It's forgotten." I felt him turn on his side. I opened one eye to witness him facing me. "What?" 

"Mr. Herman said you need to work on stock tomorrow."

I kissed my teeth. "What for?" 

"Stacey won't be in—or something like that."

I tutted and shut my eye again. "I don't even wanna think about work." His lips found its way to my neck again. I shivered as he planted gentle kisses near my collar bone.

"Think about me instead," he whispered sensually.

I swallowed hard. "Why would I wanna do that?" 

"You dream about me, which means you think about me." 

"Not necessarily." 

"Yes necessarily."

"Leave me alone, Kayden."

He chuckled, obviously enjoying my annoyance. "Tell me about this dream, Ree" 

"Why?" 

"I wanna know. I feel like a porn star."

I shook my head. "It's not important." 

"Just tell me what I did. What did I say?"

"Not much. Give up now." I felt his lips crush mine and the tingly feeling bubbled inside me. He kissed me softly and pulled away, leaving my lips still puckered and wanting more. I frowned.

"What did I say?" he asked again, breathing on my lips.

I opened my eyes to discover we were now face to face. "You're never gonna know, so piss off." He sighed and decided to let it go. We spoke about our individual lives, futures, what we wish to accomplish, how long we'd be working in Footlocker, Tanisha, college, Kanye West...then this prick got sexual. 

"Was I the first one to finger you?" he asked.

I quirked a brow. "Does it matter?"

He shrugged. "Simple question." 

"Alright. Yeah, you were." He nodded slowly. "How many girls have you fucked, Kayden?"

He looked at me oddly. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Simple question," I answered, imitating him.

"Not a lot," he muttered. My eyes narrowed. Liar.

"More than five?" 

"Yeah." 

"More than seven?"

He sighed. "Yeah." 

"More than ten?" 

"We're not gonna do this, Ree." 

"More than thirteen, then?"

This time he didn't answer, he peered up at the ceiling instead. I watched his broad chest expand as he breathed deeply. 

"I meet a girl I think’s the right one; spend time with her, have sex with her, then everything fucks up. One way or another it never works out. All the girls I've been with have either used me for money, or crow. Sometimes both."

I blinked at him with a blank face. "That doesn't answer my question."

He looked at me. "Twenty-two," he muttered quietly.  

"Twenty-two what?" 

"Twenty-two girls I've fucked, but only two I've made love to." 

I paused. Wow.

"Oh." I nodded slowly, not really sure how to take this new information.

He noticed my expression. "I'm not proud of it."

I shrugged. "Most boys are. I don't see the difference between making love and fucking though."

"There's a big difference," he spoke softly, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

I stared at him quizzically. "Tell me."

He breathed deeply and watched the ceiling. "With a fuck you only have one purpose with that person, and that's to have fun and please each other; no feelings involved. However when you make love it feels right. You care about the person and you'd do anything for them. It's special and you don't want the feeling to end. It's as if a strong connection is held once its happening, some kind of bond. It means a great deal to you and to them. It's like becoming one and having no restrictions. You have no regrets and you love the person, so much that it isn't just sex, its making love."

I was rendered speechless after that. Why did that just make me feel hot inside? 

I cleared my throat. "That's...deep," I mumbled.

He laughed. "You'll know when it happens."

I nodded slowly and decided to change the subject before sweat beads formed on my forehead. "Question. Is it true that when a boy washes himself, he has to draw back the skin of the head and soap up the inside?"

He started laughing. "What the fuck?"

"Brooklyn told me."

He rubbed his face. "Yeah."

I cringed. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nah Ree." I shuddered and he climbed on top of me. "Why don't you get some sleep now? I'll make you something to eat."

I yawned a third time. "No need. Your dad's bringing back pizza." 

"Mm." He pecked my lips gently. "Sleep. I'll wake you when he comes back." I immediately felt my eyes close. The room fell silent as he rested between my legs, stroking my hair and face. The gesture was soothing; I was actually beginning to drift off. Something was stopping me though. Maybe it was the fact that I felt his...thing near my thigh. It was too distracting. With my eyes still closed, I frowned.

"I can't sleep," I muttered.

He traced his index finger across my lip. "Why?"

How do I tell him that his thing was stopping me from sleeping?

Or was this intentional?

"I just can’t," I finally answered. I opened my eyes to view his face. He was smiling. He had caught on to my main concern. To make matters worse he repositioned himself so he wasn't pressed against my thigh anymore, but against my...

I gulped.

He began to roll his hips into mine, resting his lips on my neck once more, suckling my skin gently. I breathed deeply as he pressed harder again and again. My eyes focused on the ceiling subconsciously. I was finding it hard to breathe with him doing this. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as he pecked my lips gently. He peered into my eyes, his face soft and serene as passion took over.

"You could've just slept," he whispered.

I held onto his shoulders, now moving my hips to meet his thrusts. "It's hard to when you're doing this," I snapped quietly.

He smiled and pulled the covers over our heads. I remained right there in the moment; eyes closed, mouth open, with my body accepting his. Even though we had done it before, this time felt different—better. Some time passed and our lips were still connected. I had gotten used to the movement of our bodies and found myself enjoying it. He pulled away and I panted on his lips. His thrusts turned into steady grinding. I bit my lip then paused at the sound of the door creaking open. 

"Yoo, pizza!" I heard Zaine’s voice.

Kayden pulled the covers back and screwed him. I laughed and pushed Kayden off me, causing him to roll off the bed with a thud. I sat up and cooed at Zaine who presented me with a plate full of pizza slices.

"Do you want some, Becc's?" he asked. I nodded and he handed me the plate. I thanked him and Kayden got up, rubbing his elbow. 

"Next time, knock," he warned.

"You two getting it on under the covers," he sniggered. Kayden kissed his teeth and chased him out the room. I laughed and happily ate my pizza. Seriously, it was the best. The door opened and Kayden's mum stepped in. Her face remained a permanent frown as fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her tears wouldn't vanish anytime soon.

She smiled at me weakly. "Hello, Becc's."

I stopped chewing when I noticed her expression. "Are you okay?"

She used the cuff of her sleeve to dry her glossy eyes. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. It's nice to see you though. I'll be downstairs okay?" 

"Alright," I smiled. She dried her eyes and left the room. I heard her footsteps descend the stairs straight after.

I frowned as I thought to myself. Poor Sha'riah, having to deal with an ill family member was tough. I should know. I just hope that her sister pulled through, and then she would smile again. I heard Zaine screaming seconds later. Kayden was hurting him. I shook my head and continued eating. I wasn't about to get involved. Two minutes later Kayden trudged back into the room, looking angrier than when he had left. He closed the door and sat on the bed. 

"You didn't have to hurt him," I acknowledged, still chewing.

He kissed his teeth and held up his left arm: it had deep bite marks. "He fucking bit me, Ree. He's gonna get it." I started creasing at his threat and he stared at me blankly. I loved his angry expression; it was nice cos his dimple showed. Plus, it's fun to fuck about when he wasn't in the mood. 

"Don't worry, it'll get better." I smiled encouragingly.

"Yeah?" He edged closer. "Can you kiss it better?"

I screwed. "Now you're going too far."

"Kiss me better," he whispered.

I pushed his head away. "Fuck off, lemme eat."

He laughed and I bit into my pizza. "I live here and I didn't even get any."

I bit some more and chewed, feeling no sympathy whatsoever. "Tough. But you can have some of mine," I offered. He opened his mouth and I fed him some. We ate together and he kept trying to kiss me to make the pizza in our mouths mix. Sick bastard.

I ended up doing Zaine's hair for him since Marcus was sick of him "looking like a girl". We ended up in the living-room. I decided that single plaits would be best for Zaine right now, and greased his hair as he sat there on his prized PSP. Kayden sat on the sofa eating his own slice of pizza, Marcus was busy reading the newspaper and Sha'riah was on the phone to her friend. She was still upset about Tanisha's worsened state, and I didn't blame her. She ended up getting emotional over the phone and began to cry. Marcus comforted her and they both left the room. 

"You should have come to Uncle Ryan's; we played that game on Xbox. What's it called again? Yeah, that cage fighting one. And I won, so uncle gave me 10 pound." Zaine grinned merrily.

"Shut up. After you wanna bite me then come chat to me after. I'll hurt you." Kayden screwed him. Zaine laughed and I sprayed his hair. It was very long and soft. Way past his shoulders. I loved it. 

"All done," I announced.

He peered in the mirror and smiled up at me. "Thanks Becc's." He then got up and continued playing his PSP as he left the room. 

"He's so cute." I smiled, watching him leave.

Kayden put his plate aside and I watched as he kissed his teeth and stood up. Then without any words he gripped my wrist and pulled me along with him, leading me back upstairs to his room. It was around 8:30 and the sky was beginning to darken. We reached his room and he closed the door behind him. He gently pushed me against the door and crushed his lips against mine. I was stunned. He sucked on my bottom lip as his fingers trailed down my thigh and back up again. There wasn't much feeling behind the kiss, I knew something was wrong. I pulled away and peered at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He gave me a blank face in return. "Nothing." Then he went back to kissing me. His body pressed mine harder against the door. Now he was being rough, and this wasn't like him at all.

I broke the kiss once more and stared at him, unconvinced. "Tell me."

He was silent for a moment, and then he collapsed on the bed with a sigh. "Seeing my mum cry like that put this cancer situation into a whole different perspective." I sat beside him as he laid back and rubbed his face in dismay. 

"Why don't you see her?" He shrugged and I screwed. That was the last straw. "Now that I'm awake I can cuss you."

He peered at me. "I was hoping you forgot."

"I never forget." He sighed. "Are you stupid Kayden?" 

"It's not intentional. I'm always busy."

"That's not good enough you pleb. You should be able to work your way around everything else and settle for what's more important, like your auntie’s health. Don't piss me off."

His frown deepened as he thought. "I don't want to see her." His voice was low and saddened.

"I know how you feel but this might be your last chance. You're being a prick about it." 

"She should have said something earlier."

I laid back and watched him. "She was scared. She didn't want you to worry, like you should be doing right now. Instead you're here with me. The only thing I regret about my mum is that I didn't see her enough, and then she died. I don't want you to make that same mistake. You need to see her."

He sighed and finally looked at me. "Alright, I'll think about it."

I smiled and patted his head. "Good boy."

He playfully kissed his teeth and poked my belly. "Did you bring the bag?" I remembered where I placed it and held it up. "I bet you looked inside." 

"I said I didn't care what was inside, so why would look?" I kissed my teeth and closed my eyes. Sounds of the bag rustling caused my ear to perk up. He must be opening it. Oh well, I couldn't give a damn anyway. I'll let him be all loved up with his plastic bag. It was silent and I felt his soft lips touch mine again, this time I responded and kissed him back. He pulled away slowly and I opened my eyes. 

"Do something for me, Ree," he whispered sensually on my lips.

I swallowed hard and peered into his almond eyes. "What?" 

"I'm giving you the bag, you have to wear whatever's inside."

My eyebrow twitched. I dunno if I liked the sound of that. "What is it?" 

"Just promise me you'll wear it, yeah?" 

"Right now?" 

"Yeah, now."

I sat up. "Lemme see it."

He withdrew his hand. "Promise me first." 

"Aight yeah, yeah, I promise. Just lemme see!"

He laughed and finally handed me the bag. "Go change in the bathroom," he ordered.

I kissed my teeth and got up off the bed. Once I entered the bathroom I hastily ripped open the bag. Maybe it was some nice jewellery inside, like a set of earrings! My face dropped when I hooked my fingers into the material and pulled it out.

A hot red one-piece lingerie accompanied by a sparkly pink bow tie.

What the fuck? I growled and stomped back to his room. I pushed open the door and glared at him. He simply smiled in return, already aware of my reaction.

"Are you taking the piss?" He laughed loud. "What do I look like to you?!"

His grin widened. "You promised, Ree." 

"Fuck the damn promise! Do you want me to cut off your balls?"

He leaned back on the bed in a casual manner, as if this were normal for him. "Put it on." 

"I’m not wearing this!" 

"Bet. You have to do what I say." His dimple was shown. My eyes narrowed and he performed that signature smirk. 

"I'm telling you this now, Kayden. As soon as I put it on, it's coming straight back off. Do I make myself clear?"

He chuckled merrily. "We'll see if you wanna take it off," he goaded with a smile. "Wear the tie aswell."

I kissed my teeth and went back to the bathroom. I changed into this dumb ting and was even more pissed off at the fact that it was hard to slip on. It was different from the last one, which I actually did burn like I said I would've. 

I eventually pulled it on and sighed, it was uncomfortable. I screwed my reflection in the mirror as I pulled the bow tie over my head. It rested perfectly on my collar bone. See, this is why I no longer do bets, I always fucking lose! I stared at myself in the mirror and felt like punching it.

My God, why hast thou forsaken me?

This particular piece of lingerie hugged my curves and accentuated my chest and backside. It was actually quite depressing. My breasts were barely covered and it was especially tight around my waist. How the hell did Kayden know my size? I left the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed and a heavy chest. I wanted to skin him alive and dash him out the window. Luckily Kayden's parents and Zaine were downstairs. Maybe I could get away with it. We'll see. 

I opened the door once again, feeling more pissed off than before. He was sat up texting on his phone. He did a double-take on me once he realised I was stood by the doorframe. His tongue ran over his bottom lip hungrily as he ogled me. 

"I. Hate. You," I growled.

He looked me up and down, taking in my appearance. "Argh, Ree, you look...fuck," he muttered. I kissed my teeth. "Come 'ere." 

"Fuck you." 

"Are you disobeying me?"

I folded my arms. "Listen, I’m not your sex slave. I don't know what kinda twisted game you're playing but I ain't part of it. This shit's coming off right now."

He stood up and stalked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. "A bet's a bet, Ree." He held my waist and gripped my tightly. "You know who you look like?" 

"Who?" 

"Them girls on Babestation who show off their breasts."

My face contorted in complete disgust. "You actually watch that?"

"Nah Nicholas does, every night."

I shuddered as he ran his hand up and down my body, admiring each and every curve. His hands trailed up my sides, my shoulders, then my face, finally resting in my bunched up hair. He brought his face closer to mine, staring at me intently. With a harsh tug to my hair, my head pulled back and he lightly kissed my neck. I swallowed hard and felt the goosebumps surface on my skin. I was left incoherent as his lips reigned kisses on my skin. In one swift motion, he yanked out my hair band, allowing my hair to cascade my shoulders. His hands fisted in my hair and a growl rumbled deep in his throat as he rubbed his nose against mine. 

"You look nice," he breathed in a husky voice.

I stared into his brown eyes and fell into a trance. He bent his head and kissed me. I didn't want to at first but I soon found myself caught up in the moment. He opened his mouth—causing mine to open too—and used his tongue to gently brush against mine. I held his neck and felt my knees weaken as we carried on exchanging saliva. He slowly pulled me towards the bed and fell backwards with me on top.

This kiss contained passion more than anything else. He rolled over so that he was on top and pulled away slowly. I was left panting for air while he separated my legs with his own then got comfortable between. I saw him pick up the same plastic bag from before. Without hesitation he bent forward and continued to kiss me, his hands trailing my body slowly. Something within me was enjoying this; I didn’t want this to end. He chewed on my bottom lip before pulling away. My body was beginning to heat up.

"I wanna get changed," I muttered.

He bit his lip and kissed my neck softly. "Close your eyes," he whispered, completely dismissing my plea.

Just like that, I closed my eyes. I was unaware of what this prick was doing; all I heard was the rustling of the plastic bag. He laid soft kisses on my neck and face and it was making me feel...hot. I felt a cold material enclose my wrist and heard something being clicked into place. This caused me to open my eyes and witness Kayden smirking at me with a devilish grin. I attempted to move both of my arms but something was restraining me. I peered at my wrists and realised that he had handcuffed me to the bed.

Wait. WHAT?

"Kayden!"

He brought his index finger to my lips. "Shh, calm down."

My brows furrowed and kicked my legs about. "Where did you get handcuffs from?"

"That's a secret." His grin broadened. Now I was seeing red. 

"Release me now and I won't hurt you." I spoke quietly, calmly, trying to keep sane. It was a blatant lie, but he had to let me go. I paused as his fingertips brushed across my thigh. 

"We're gonna have fun, Ree. This is where our bet takes place." He analysed my body, an evil glint in his eye. "I have a few things in mind." 

"Touch me and I'll scream rape." 

"Scream rape and I'll do more things to you. Your choice."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You have a death wish don't you?" I snarled.

Ignoring me completely, he chuckled and got off the bed to turn off the light. I struggled and pulled against the restraints. They were solid and tight, pure metal, there was no actual escape. Now all that could be seen was the outline of his figure. I felt his weight on the bed and kicked into the darkness. He simply dodged my foot and laughed at my attempt before forcing open my legs. 

"You're not actually considering this, are you?" I laughed at the actual thought. He'd be mad to! I then stopped laughing when he didn't reply. Not a word was said in response.

Holy shit, he was serious.

"Kayden, please..." I muttered quietly. Now I was so worried that my body was beginning to tremble in fear. Was this really how my afternoon had turned into? Me handcuffed to the bed wearing nothing but lingerie and a pink bow-tie? This guy was a freak; I know he'd do odd things to me without my consent.

He caressed my thighs and rested between them, bending lower to kiss my lips. "Don't be scared. You trust me," he stated matter-of-factly.

"You've got me fucking handcuffed to your bed!"

He laughed. "It's not that bad, Ree. I prefer it this way." I shivered as he ran his palm down my side. "What to do with you..."

"Let me go?"

He chuckled. "Stop trying."

I squirmed under his touch and felt exposed. This maniac could do anything to me and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Wasn't this rape? This was rape! I had to find a way out of this; I wasn't enjoying it at all. He found my attempts to pull free quite amusing. I had the strong urge to kick him hard in the balls, but the angle was difficult so it would be virtually impossible.

He trailed his tongue along my collarbone and eventually ended up at the bow-tie that hung loosely around my neck. Using his teeth he bit onto one end of the tie and pulled gently until it came undone. I froze at the sight and swallowed hard. Why was this happening? He gave his famous slanted smirk in the darkness before proceeding to bite the skin of my neck softly. My eyes closed on their own accord and I breathed heavily.

"You're sick," I retorted in disgust as he sucked on the same spot he had bitten.

"You're enjoying this," he whispered in certainty.

"I'm n-not," I muttered.

He noticed my stutter and smiled. "It's okay to enjoy it. Don't be ashamed." I gulped as he worked on the other side of my neck, now running his hand smoothly along my thigh and causing me to shudder anxiously.

"You're wrong," I replied quietly. Hate to admit it, but he was actually right. Just the thought of being rendered helpless while he had his way with me, it was...sexy. He shouldn't know that I was enjoying this more than I should, which was why I bit my lip to prevent the slightest moan leaving my lips. His wondrous hand made its way to the inside of my thigh. I shook my head, now beginning to panic.

"No," I muttered.

He kissed the corner of my mouth and proceeded to the dreaded area. "You're lying to yourself, Ree," he goaded in a husky tone.

"L-Let me go," I pleaded. I didn't want to prove him right. I didn't want this.

"Guess what I have?" he said in my ear, amusement evident in his voice. When I didn't answer, he continued. "I'll give you a clue. It's cold, white, and creamy." 

"I don't wanna know." I swallowed hard.

Suddenly his weight wasn't on me anymore. He rested back on his knees as he searched for something. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for this torture to be over—hopefully soon. I heard more rustling of the bag and sighed to myself. What's he doing now? Why can't he just release me and let me relax? No wonder he was so eager for me to come over today. Asshole.

I paused when I felt an odd sensation on my neck. I squirmed at the feeling as something was placed on my skin; something creamy and liquidised. I then noticed the scent and finally understood what it was as it trickled down my neck.

Whipped cream.

The idea of it scared me. I remembered storing mine in the fridge just yesterday, the predicament I was in right now was too ironic. He bent down and licked the trail off my neck. I shivered in response.

"Tastes nice," he uttered.

"You're a p-prick," I said in the darkness.

"But you like it," he countered.

That was when I realised my thighs had been pressing together the entire time. I whined and tried my best to separate my legs but it was torture. He then sprayed more whipped cream on my body; more on my neck, arms, legs, and chest. I was left shaking in potent pleasure. I cursed under my breath as he licked the sweet cream off my nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. I groaned quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear, but he had.

"Admit you're enjoying this," he ordered.

I shook my head and hissed as he sprayed more on my other nipple. He licked and sucked and chewed, I was losing the will to live. If this wasn't some kind of persecution then I don't know what was. He carried on with his sick task and finally got to my legs. He licked the cream off the inside of my thigh and I attempted to shut my legs. He pried them open again and shook the can of whipped cream.

"Please..." I muttered.

He disregarded me and sprayed even more, but this time on the apex of my thighs. I winced at the cool feeling at my opening. The cream was felt though the thin material of the lingerie, it almost felt like no fabric was there at all to protect me.

He wouldn't lick me there...would he?

My mental question was answered when I felt suction from below. My mouth opened unconsciously and I panted as his lips and tongue devoured the cream. I felt his tongue prod through the material and my body jerked involuntarily. He held my legs apart as he licked the cream off, not missing a spot. I opened my eyes to witness his head between my legs. The sight was enough to make me lose it. My heart thudded wildly and my thighs were beginning to shake. I moaned quietly and bit my lip. Suddenly I wish I was completely bare down there. His lips and tongue weren't even touching me. 

I breathed heavily and shook my head. I didn't want to enjoy this. I was meant to be proving him wrong. It took me a while to realise just how much I was complying with his actions. My hips were rolling into his mouth as he proceeded. My teeth clenched and I pulled at the handcuffs as his tongue circled my clit through the material. I hissed and he hastily pulled away, now watching me intently.

"Admit that you like it," he demanded again.

I breathed heavily and shook my head. He then came back on top of me and his hand went straight to the exact area his tongue had been. I stiffened and begged him with my eyes. Unfortunately for me, we were surrounded by darkness, he had no idea what my face looked like at this moment. He kissed me and slid his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and responded, the distinct taste of cream on his slippery tongue. Now I couldn't retaliate, the hormones had managed to overpower me. He then pulled away and cupped me in his palm.

"Admit it," he said once more. "You're turned on."

"No, I want you take these off," I shot back, pulling at my restraints. He smiled to himself; probably thinking something sick. He then began to rub me through the material. I trembled and shut my eyes.

"Do you wanna have fun, Ree?"

Without thinking, I nodded. A growl erupted from his throat a second time that day as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

"I'll prove just how aroused you are."

Kayden

I eased my hand inside and stroked her warm flesh. Her body became stiff. Her hairs were short and smooth. I licked my bottom lip.

"You shaved," I acknowledged with a smile. It was much better this way. I loved when a girl had a little tuft of hair there, nice and short. I noticed how moist she was and my smile grew. "See how wet you are? What did I tell you?" Her eyes were shut tight. She clamped her teeth together and squirmed.

"Sh-shut up," she stuttered.

"I've made my point, Ree." I brushed my finger against her clit, causing her to shake once again. "You like being handcuffed, don't you?"

"N-No."

"Yeah. You like being helpless. You want me to touch you here, init?" She shook her head but hissed when I touched her clit again. She strained a quiet groan and tried to shut her legs, but I opened them again.

"I change my mind, I don't wanna have fun," she whimpered quietly. I loved when Shy Rebecca came out; it was an even bigger turn on. I pinched the nub once more and she gave a deep sigh.

"You're lying again, Ree. You want me to play with you." I rubbed her centre with my palm and she bit her lip. "Why can't you just admit it?" I whispered. She breathed deeply. 

"Okay," she muttered in defeat.

I love the effect that I had on her. I'd never use her or take advantage; it's just the things she does that turns me on. I had to touch her, it's a must. Plus, it was part of the bet. I won fair and square; she had to keep up her side of the deal. I kissed her lips as I played around with her clit. The noises she made were something else. I loved hearing her moan, it was like music to my ears. I circled her clit with the tip of my index finger and wriggled it about gently. She chewed on her lip and I couldn't help but stare at her face. She's making them faces for me. She's making them faces because of me...

I loved the way her face scrunched whenever the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her lips would shut, her nose would wrinkle, her eyebrows would furrow. Last time I watched her closely and took in every detail I possibly could. Her perfectly shaped lips when she bit the bottom one, her nicely carved eyes when they were closed and her expression altogether was just remarkable. I soon stopped and ran my finger down the moist slit. She cursed under her breath and began to pant.

"You like that?" 

"Mmm..." I did it again and she was wet, more than wet. She sighed.

I used my index finger and slowly pushed it in. As a reflex she grabbed my headboard and held onto it tight as it was the only thing in her reach. I wasn't going to do this but she'd got me going, and I didn't wanna stop. I just wanted to feel inside her again.

I moved my finger at a slow pace, revelling in the feel of her tightness. She breathed heavily and would groan whenever I pushed further in. I wanted to go as deep as possible. She was so firm, but I didn't wanna hurt her, I was trying my best not to. She wasn't like every other girl I've slept with, she was special. The last thing I wanted to do was damage her. I had to take my time and be delicate.

I saw her hand clench into a fist as she bit her lip again. I smirked at the sexual face she was making. I'm only using my finger and she was going insane. I wanted to be inside her; pushing deep and having my body connected with hers. I've thought about it more than once, but I know she wasn't ready yet. I haven’t had sex in a good six months because of Ree, but I couldn’t care less. Even though we weren't together I was prepared to wait for her, I don't want any other girl. She's already got my heart and mind set.

Becca

He was going so slowly, and I was literally chewing my lip off. It felt amazing but I refused to make any noise. I knew Zaine was now in his room which was just next door. My chest tightened as the pleasurable feeling enhanced. I knew that soon I was going to explode. He pushed his finger so deep that my back arched. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip hard. 

"Moan for me, Ree. Don’t be stubborn," he urged as he kissed my neck.

"I...I can’t," I panted, writhing beneath him.

"I wanna hear you."

With that he slid another finger through and drove deeper, twisting his digits as he did so. A long groan bubbled from my throat and escaped my lips, and my body shuddered in overriding pleasure.

"That’s it, express yourself," he whispered.

"Please..." I rasped, now opening my eyes to peer at him. His eyes were hazy with lust and his tongue ran over his lip as he watched me.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, still keeping his antagonizing rhythm.

I released a jagged breath and nodded. "Yeahhh."

I didn't even know if I did. It was of natural instinct to just say whatever he wanted to hear. I had failed to prove him wrong; instead he was having his way with me, even though it felt amazing.

"You like it slow, Ree. You're not the rough type are you?"

"N-No." He kissed my neck and I took a long deep breath. 

"So I'll go slowly for you," he whispered in my ear. And he did, until I finally came.

He pulled his fingers out and continued to kiss me. My legs ached and my stomach was strained. I panted and felt uncomfortable south of my body. But I wasn't angry or anything; he took his time to ensure it wouldn't hurt. I thought he'd try to rape me. He pulled away and I was left breathless. He smiled and rubbed my stomach.

"I'll let you go if you promise to be calm."

I hesitated and nodded slowly. I was willing to compromise. Today I'll be calm; I can't make any promises for tomorrow. I was unbelievably worn out now anyway. He retrieved the key from his pocket and unlocked one handcuff and waited to see if I would swing for him, then unlocked other one and dropped them both to the floor. I sat up, feeling slightly disorientated. The urge to attack him wasn't there anymore. I felt indifferent.

"Is the bet over now?" I asked.  That's all I could ask.

He kissed me and smiled. "For the time being," he answered coolly.

I shuffled; I still felt weird down there. "We agreed that you wouldn't do that again," I muttered, giving him a look. 

"I didn't agree to anything."

I rolled my eyes before standing up. Now I felt light headed. "I need to change," I mumbled. I could hear him laugh from behind as I headed out the door.

"Ree." I paused and turned back to him. "I'm gonna see her tomorrow after work," he said, referring to Tanisha. I sighed and left the room.

*

It was a cold Thursday afternoon and my hair was being raped by the breeze. I hugged my jacket tighter around my body as I advanced down the road. I reached the door and knocked then waited. The door opened and she stood there in her dressing gown, completely unaware. She noticed me stood there.

"Who are you?"

"Olivia, yeah?" 

Her brow rose. "Who's asking?"

I smiled. "I'm Rebecca. Can I come in?"