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Was I hurt seeing him fuck someone else that he really wasn’t fucking? Absolutely. Did I want to get revenge by making him strip in front of me and make him obey while I stayed fully clothed and not let him touch me? Yes. Did that torture me just as much? You bet it did!

I can’t get the image of James groaning my name while coming. And I know for a fact that I am going to touch myself tonight, replaying it again and again, wishing it was him.

Have I done something remotely similar before? No! Did I ever have the confidence to talk dirty to someone before? No! Did I like talking dirty with James? Fuck, yes! I can only imagine what sex with him would feel like. His hand on my clit, his mouth on my breast. Sucking. As he made all the beautiful noises which are music to my ears as he tells me what all he wants to do to me. I loved it when he spanked me before. Maybe he could do it again? This time with less clothes on?

“Miss Riya? Miss Riya?” The instructor calls me. I look around and I see that everyone is near the oven with their batter. I looked up this class when James was in the bathroom, taking a shower and I was wishing that I was with him. No! Snap out of it!

“Yes. Coming.” I quickly stride over there.

“You’re drooling.” James wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb and it lingers around. I wish he’d slide it in my mouth to suck on it. What? No! Gross. I have to deboard this Marcus James Williams fantasy train, otherwise it’s going to drive me crazy.

I push his hand off and he chuckles. A raspy deep chuckle. “You’re drooling.” Why is it so fucking adorable when men chuckle?

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We sit in the car with two baked cakes and look at each other and burst out into laughter. We were the only two who walked out of the class with an edible cake. The rest of the old ladies’ cakes were burnt, so they got mad and started a cake fight. Shoving the burnt cake down each other's throats. James and I grabbed our cake and walked out of there slowly.

We’re gasping for our breath! “That was not what I expected from the old ladies. They were so sweet at first.” Gertha was the first to start the fight. It was just between her and her friend- Molly and then she ‘accidentally’ threw the icing on annoying Janice, who thought it was Bert. And from there it escalated so fast that it turned into cake wars.

“Did you see when Janice threw the cake at Bert and it knocked him out? It was so funny.” We are laughing our asses off. And I am not even faking my laugh! And he’s not judging me for my laugh! Everyone and I repeat everyone, besides my family has made a snide comment about the way I laugh at some point. Even Juju. Although, it was funny before, but now it’s just straight up mean sometimes.

“We’re totally coming to this class again.”

“Totally.” We high five each other and seem genuinely happy in each other’s company.

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“Are you sure you’re fine?” My cousin sister- Lara asks me. We’re almost the same age. She’s about six months older than me and never lets me forget that. But she’s my best friend. Literally, my best friend. She knows about my first kiss, the boy I lost my virginity to, she helped me pick my vibrator, she knows about my weird obsession with nozzles and she is one of the reasons why I have that obsession in the first place.

She’s that person who if I call and tell that I need her help to get rid of her body, she’ll come over and help me first and then ask me what happened. Although, it's not like I have people locked up in the basement. Maybe I do. Come on guys, I’m kidding. I don’t even have a basement!

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to punch the shit out of that fucking Keith. He’s manipulating her and she doesn’t see it.” I groan.

She is working on her project while talking to me! She can multitask like hell! I will never understand how. “I doubt he could handle your punches. No one can. Trust me. I know! And why don’t you talk to Maura about it? I feel like you two should talk it out.”

I turn around in the chair. Sitting backwards letting my head fall down. “She’s around him 24/7. Even when I call. God, why do they have to work together? I just hope that she doesn’t give up her idea about her own fashion line.” I groan.

“Do you want me to talk to her?” If anyone can talk some sense into Maura, it’s Lara. No matter how supportive Lara is, she’s brutally honest. Brutally .

“Let me talk to her first. Keep you as the last option. You know?”

“Just because I don’t bitch and moan and beat around the bush, doesn’t mean that I don’t care about her feelings. I just say what needs to be said.” She’s not lying. If you ever want a reality check, Lara is your go to person. Everyone is super scared of her but at the same time we all know that she cares about us.

“Alright! You care. So, how’s work going on? You still got the job?”

“Actually…” This is where her brutal honesty lands her in trouble. Lara is an architect and she is supposed to be understanding of her clients. But she can’t stand incompetence and I totally feel that, it icks me too but she crushes her clients.

“Don’t tell me…” there’s a groan from her side.

“I swear it wasn’t my fault.” It was her fault. Her client wanted something brick and for the structure bricks wasn’t good, it wouldn’t bring out the beauty of the fountain? I think…I lost her after bricks. I don’t know shit about architecture, but I do know she did lose her temper there. Calling the client a ‘twat’ wasn’t the best decision.

For the next two hours I fill Lara in about everything going on in my life.

“So, you’re telling me that you are friends with four super hot jocks and you haven’t boned a single one?” Okay…I never said she had the most sophisticated wording either.

“No, I haven’t boned anyone. Although…” I want to tell her about all the fantasies I have dreamt about James. But I know that I will never hear the end of it.

This girl has no filter. “You want to bone all of them? I mean I understand the appeal, but that’d be too much! Don’t you think so?” she doesn’t chuckle, so she does mean it. And I looked around just in case anybody heard her. I am wearing earphones.

“God! No! Lara. Geez. You and your mouth.” She chuckles. “Nothing. I’m telling you nothing. You’re going to sleep right now and keep your head out of the gutters.”

“Oh my god!” She sounds as if she solved the most difficult puzzle. “You want to bone more than one of them?” That catches me by surprise. Did I ever fantasise about Daniel? I’d be lying if I said no. Did I ever fantasise a threesome with James and Dan? Yes. But in my defence I was only laying on top of Dan’s naked body while James was…hitting it from the back. Maybe I should stop this fantasising stuff.

“I do not!” I say in the most obvious voice which not just her, but anyone can recognise is fake.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll take your word for it. By the way, could you please lend me your JMs?”

“JMs?”

“Your blue Jimmy Choos…” she coos. I never let anyone touch my designer stuff. I repeat no one. Not my Chanel and Gucci Bags, not my Tom Ford and Armani perfumes and definitely not my Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choos. I took a pair back home for the wedding and I have a lot more designer stuff back home, which no one is allowed to touch.

“Only if you parcel me your Bvlgari necklace.” My uncle brought Lara a Bvlgari necklace on her 21st birthday. Okay, maybe all the women in our house are spoiled, especially me. I am a spoiled brat. Because for my 21st, I asked for a trip to Cabo and guess what, my dad sent over the money. So, in two months I’m supposed to be chilling on the beach sipping coconuts and margaritas and checking out hot men with Juju. And I can’t wait for it! Thankfully the Spring break this year aligns with my Birthday- which is March 25.

My beloved father also sent me enough money to buy some designer goodies for me which I splurged on Prada and Dior and plan to spend the rest in Cabo. Like I said, I am a spoiled brat. Sue me. Doesn’t mean that I am not down to Earth. I work part time in the library nearby for some extra cash. I like to live a bougie lifestyle, even though my unkempt nails and my messy hair would say otherwise. I like to save when possible and I do donate to charities anonymously. I am not that bad of a person, guys!

“Bitch.” Lara groans over the phone and I am dragged back to reality.

“Tit for tat, sweetheart.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too. Gotta go. But I’ll talk to you soon. And stay away from my JMs.” she hangs up without saying bye and it makes me chuckle. I get back to putting the books away in the library. One of the biggest pros about working in a library- there’s peace in here. And if someone is trying to disturb that peace, I can just kick them out.

Plus not to mention the free access to all the books I ever want. I put all these books back and ran towards my favourite section- Romance novels. I’m a delusional person who has fallen in love with almost all the male characters in the books I’ve read and they’re the reason why my mind is so corrupt.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out to see a name which brings a smile on my face.

I opened the message from James.

Party at our house tonight. Wanna come? You can bring your friends too.

What time?

It starts whenever you come.

Cringe.

Around 10pm.

See you at 11 then.

I tuck the phone back and it buzzes again. I open to see another text from James.

It’s a sexy themed party.

Wouldn’t it be better if I didn’t dress at all then?

The three dots appear and disappear and again appear and disappear. And again.

That party is reserved only in my room.

A few seconds later he sends another message- And only for me.

We have been texting and flirting like this the entire week. And everytime it only riles me up more and more. I open another chat and text Juju.

Party at the football guys’ house at 10. You in?

She replies back in a few seconds with two thumbs up and three winky faces. I pick up dinner for Juju and I, on my way back. Spicy fried chicken is the only acceptable pregame food. Does it make you bloated the next day? Sure. But does it help you drink more? It sure as hell does! And I plan to let loose today. That call with Lara has put me in a fun mood.

I fish deep in my closet to find the sexiest of the sexy dress that I can find, just so that I can tease James. But there’s one problem with that. Teasing him is starting to turn me on just as much. I look at myself in the mirror and I know that I look good. And trust me, I don’t say that very often. This is the perfect outfit to tease him.

You better wear tight pants tonight, James .