Page 84 of HER SISTER

It had been approximately 62 hours, 10 minutes, and 30 seconds in counting since I told Mili she wouldn't be able to fuck me until the end of the week—

And I'm going a little bit insane.

Does that make me a sex addict?

Honestly, I don't even care—if anything I'd rather be an addict than be starved.

And that's exactly how I felt right now...

Starved.

And really fucking sensitive.

And Mili knew that, especially with how her touch would linger or the way her dark eyes would look at me in a certain way.

She was clearly trying to prove a point of her own, which I will not be giving into.

If anything she's only making me want to rebel.

"Milan."

"Hmm?"

I shrugged of her hand—which was draped around my waist as she was drew sensual circles into my hip.

"You're doing it on purpose," I said, slightly leaning into her as I tried my best to talk over the music of the party that we just arrived at around an hour ago.

My small black dress was obviously leaving more skin for Mili to touch, and she had proven that tonight.

Mili only cocked her head to the side, "I don't know what you mean?" she said, but it was obvious by her smirk that she did know exactly what I meant.

This has been her same generic response whenever I called her out for doing something purposefully—and it's getting frustrating to say the least.

From shared showers to teasing kisses, and roaming hands...

I hate to think that this all affected me more in the long run then it did her.

And I needed to fix that.

How? I wasn't so sure yet.

"I got shots!" Mya called out over the music, easily tuning Mili and me back into the group dynamic.

Willow passed out the juices, "You know I got the chasers," she added.

Damon laughed, "Oh we know, Ms. Lawyer."

Ryder shook his head in amusement, "When is he going to let that one go?" he said, easily earning laughs from us all.

Arielle held up her shot, "To all of us!" she called out.

We all didn't hesitate to lift our glasses in the air, "And to the shitty semester that started," Marco added, easily earning a nod from Arielle, a fellow Bio major.

Our glasses clinked together, easily cheering as we threw back the burning shots.

Mili suddenly looked down at her phone which was buzzing with a call from the gallery.

"I'll only be a moment," Mili murmured into my ear, and when I nodded, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheek before venturing off to take the work call someplace quiet.

The Hollywood Hills mansion was so huge—I knew there was bound to be an empty room or vacant balcony somewhere.

"Hey," Frankie suddenly walked over to me.

And I couldn't help but laugh slightly, "Hey," I said awkwardly, knowing we hadn't actually talked one-on-one in a while.

We barely even talked on-one-on to each other before everything unfolded.

And that was mostly because she had slept with my girlfriend in the past.

I honestly feel irritated just thinking about the idea of Mili's hands on someone else, and Frankie's hands all over my girlfriend—probably roaming to other places.

"I just wanted to apologize if I overstepped in the past—if I was aware you and Mili were together, I wouldn't have been all up on her at the cabin," Frankie admitted, and it was clear she had been thinking about it.

I blinked a few times—clearly unamused.

And with the alcohol flowing through my system, I couldn't bring myself to pretend that I cared about her apology.

"I completely understand," I said, knowing it wasn't her fault that she didn't know, but that still didn't stop me from saying, "Just don't let it happen again."

Frankie didn't hesitate to nod a few times, clearly taken aback—and I couldn't blame her, I was completely serious.

More serious than I had ever been in my entire life.

But Mili is mine and she needed to know that.

"Of course—I swear I won't overstep with her again," Frankie quickly said.

I suddenly smiled, "Music to my ears," I said, looking back over to the bottles of liquor as I said, "Down for another shot?"

Frankie didn't hesitate to nod, "Definitely—"

"Did someone say shots?" Ryder called out from the other side of the kitchen, which easily earned a laugh from me and Frankie.

Soon we were all taking shots again, and even if it had barely been ten minutes—I was already missing my girlfriend.

I looked down at my bright phone, blinking a few times as I focused on the keyboard.

The text was definitely...

Risky.

And most likely going to get me on Mili's bad side tonight.

But I don't know, I think that side of her is fun.

I suddenly glanced down to my phone which buzzed slightly.

My lips drifted up into an amused smirk, clearly realizing the game I was suddenly playing with her.

I giggled slightly at my own texts, finding myself entirely hilarious.

Meanwhile, I knew Mili was on a work call desperately trying not to hang up to drag me out of this party.

I felt my body grow warm at her texts, finding this side of her so unexplainably attractive.

My dark eyes remained on the screen, watching the typing bubbles appear and disappear.

Either she was typing a paragraph or she's about to come in and make me leave right now.

I hummed to myself as I sipped on my juice, glancing around the room while Arielle, Willow, and Damon seemed to be the only ones left around the kitchen island with me—amongst other people that I didn't know.

My eyes darted down to my phone which suddenly buzzed with a message from my girlfriend yet again.

I felt an amused smile grow on my face.

It was so obvious that she wasn't trying to do this with me right now.

My smile grew into a small smirk as I sent the text, focusing my attention back on the crowd in front of me.

Was I really about to dance with someone to prove a point?

I'm definitely considering it.

But I wasn't sure how far I could push Mili without repercussions.

I looked down at my phone which buzzed with yet another text from my girlfriend.

I raised a brow, knowing that the last part was because she one hundred percent peeped me glancing around the crowd from the balcony.

She knew that I was actually thinking about doing it.

I looked back down at my phone when it buzzed yet again.

I hummed to myself, feeling my face grow unbearably warm as I typed back a text.

Not even seconds later she was typing before another text buzzed through.

And before I could type a response, Mya was walking back over with the rest of our friend group, "Time for another round!" my best friend cheered, easily earning nods from everyone.

However, I couldn't bother to focus on the shots that were being poured when my girlfriend was suddenly walking back over towards us.

She looked so unamused that it managed to make me amused.

I just love the effect I have on her.

Mili's warm arm instinctively slid around my waist the moment she was back by my side.

"Why are we playing games tonight?" Mili said, leaning down to my ear so I could hear her.

I gave her an innocent look, "I don't know what you mean?" I said, purposefully mocking her words from earlier.

Mili raised a brow at me, but before she could counter my statement—everyone was grabbing a filled shot, easily causing Mili and I to follow suit.

Within seconds, we were clinking our shots together and throwing back the burning liquid.

And as the burning liquid traveled down my throat, my face scrunched up slightly—instinctively drinking my juice to wash the shot down.

"Oh my god!" Mya exclaimed happily, "This is my song!" she squealed as soon as the song Rich Sex by Future came on.

Before anyone could say anything, Mya was heading back out to the makeshift dance floor in the grand living room—causing Arielle and Damon to follow her, along with Marco and Willow.

Ryder seemed to take one more shot with Frankie before heading out there to join the large crowd of people.

An amused smile grew on my lips as Mili guided us into the crowd.

"Sorry, my girlfriend said I couldn't dance with anyone!" I called out over the music, clearly joking as we got settled in the crowd.

Mili shook her head at me with an amused smile as her arms snaked around my waist, "Tell her that I'm not just anyone," she murmured into my ear as she gripped me into her warm body.

I hummed, feeling my stomach grow with knots as she pulled back to meet my eyes.

And when she managed to mouth the words to the song, I nearly contemplated letting my ego down for just one time in my life—suddenly wanting her to take me right here.

"Imma keep my AP on while I do it," Mili murmured into my ear, nipping at my soft skin.

My heavy eyes unconsciously rolled shut as my hands reached out to grip her torso into me.

Mili buried her face in my neck, easily sucking down on my sensitive skin, "Baby we can go and have rich sex," she murmured against my skin, gripping me even closer to her body by my hips.

And I swear her voice was so overwhelmingly attractive.

From how raspy it was—to the lowered tone she was using with me.

Mili suddenly ran her hand up my spine, gripping the back of my neck.

A hum vibrated in my throat when she gripped my neck in place, easily sending shivers down my spine.

"Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy," Mili subtly murmured the lyrics in my ear as her other hand slid down from my hips to grip my ass.

And ironically enough, Mili's sensual actions had me dizzy.

Well, that—and the alcohol.

But somehow I couldn't get enough.

And even if I managed to make a claim that she couldn't fuck me until the end of the week—it also didn't mean I couldn't fuck her...

Which would probably frustrate her even more since she can't touch me.

I suddenly pulled back from her hold, "We're going upstairs," I determined.

Mili raised a sharp brow as her hooded eyes held mine, "Oh?" she carefully questioned.

I smirked slightly as I leaned into her ear, "Oh yeah," I murmured in her ear, lowering my tone slightly as I said, "I'm about to get on my knees for you baby."