6 Babysitting Gone Wrong 2.3

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I had hoped, by the end of the day he would call it quits but no such luck, and now I have to suffer this embarrassment because the hard ass wouldn't just go home for the night. I hear a sigh, looking up I notice Maliki removes his black leather jacket making himself at home, he looks around sighing again.

"Can't be helped." I hear him say exasperated. He bends down and starts picking up clothes that have been thrown all over the living room from when I rush home to change quickly to get ready for and next scheduled event when a change is necessary and it always was. I say nothing till he freezes holding up a small piece of cloth. They where black silk three long strings with a wide patch and a heart shaped hoop connecting the three strings. My face flushes realizing he is fondling my thong.

"What on earth do you think you're doing" I shriek storming over ripping them from his hands. I don't miss the amused smirk.

"I'm cleaning up after a child, what does it look like?" Oh, fuck no. He did not just call me a child.

"I'm not a child, you; old geezer," I hiss back at his sarcastic remark.

He rolls his shoulders in annoyance. "You're a child in many ways even if it doesn't match your age. For one doing what your told like a good little girl taking those types of photos and letting the photographer fondle you like that." I notice a growl in his voice

"I don't do it because I like it, I do it because it's my job." I growl back even more frustrated. I felt sick having that bastard and all the others touch me always do. It's their job to make us look good it's our job to listen and look pretty, but I'm not like the other models I have always refused the advancements from the directors and even company CEO's in exchange for a contract that would boost my career. I almost destroyed my life once I wasn't about to do it again.

"Well if your job is to turn on pedophiles then great fucking job mission accomplished." I watch his face become pure evil before me. I feel my body quiver, but I been through worse I stood tall gritting my teeth.

"Get out," I say in a low growl.

"What did you say?" His piercing eyes glare back into me as if to suck me in. I was afraid and drawn in at the same time. He was dangerous and Alluring like the sexy bad boys in the romance novels I read.

I tighten my fits holding my ground I yell louder. "I said get out, get out, GET OUT." I get louder with each shriek.

I didn't know what was going on exactly but next thing I knew was, the hot, hard feeling of this man's mouth against mine. The feeling of his big firm arms squeezing around my back. A low growl from him as he came up for are then crashed back down on my lips. The pain felt so good my head swirled with so many thoughts. His body pressed up against mine I took back any thought about him not being built enough to handle himself. He was firm as a fucking rock. I could feel his erection grow pushing into my stomach. It had been a long time since someone had held me, had wanted me, I get swept up into the emotion. I relax my muscles and cling onto the front of his shirt when I'm suddenly pushed away. I hear him curse under his breath and storm out the door. I blink unable to digest what the hell just happened.

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I slam the door behind me, feeling every once the piece of shit I should. How the hell could I have don't that so suddenly and with her. Just because I need a piece of ass, doesn't mean I need to use her just because she's right in front of me and very much fucking kissable at that moment. I climb onto my bike it was pitch black, I looked up at her living room light. I should have done that but I also shouldn't have left like that. I sigh squeezing around my helmet. I didn't even do what I meant to. Dodgers going to fucking skin me alive. I flip the key sliding on my helmet I glace back one more time. She was standing there glaring down. I don't blame her she had every right to be pissed with me.

I was the calm rational guy I never loose my fucking cool I tell myself as I hold down the chock lever I listen to it to it as it warms up I close the choke and turn the handle opening the throttle finding the fuel injector I pull the clutch and hit the start button the sound of it comes alive a roar like my own disturbed heart tonight. I take off to the nearest club can find.

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I watch as the red tail lights fade in the distance as he speeds off as fast as he can. I still can't even comprehend what the hell just happened. It's not like I wanted him to kiss me, it was his fault now I feel like I did something wrong. I find empty stop on my over sized green pleather couch I grab a throw pillow and hug it. Was it because of the mess? I look around and out more. If so, fuck it, and fuck him. I grow angry and throw the pillow. It didn't mean shit anyway was just my stupid hormones taking over. Damn biological clock ticking away but I don't need a man or anyone. I stand up in my heat of anger looking around I go over to counter Finding the box of trash bag. Everything on the floor trash or not I toss in my frustration. My chest felt so tight. I wasn't a whore any more I wouldn't be treated like this again. After throwing so much away I fell to the floor crying.

I changed my life why can't I just be free.