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She began taking a lot of pictures of me and giving me the strangest directions.
“Make it look like you’re a slut, but you don’t know it.”
“Don’t act like you know your breasts are out.”
“Bend over and act like you’re putting on lipstick.”
I loved Tessa very much, even though she was a basket case.
While Tessa finished getting ready, I picked up my phone and thought for a second about just telling Carter where we were going.
I threw the idea away right away. Carter was out there helping people stay alive. He would worry about me all night if he knew I was going to a club. In his line of work, that could mean the difference between life and death.
I kept my mind busy by checking and rechecking that I had everything I needed for tonight in my purse.
After ten more minutes, Tessa was finally done, and we got ready to leave the flat.
I never thought that Carter would be there, looking as angry as ever, right when I was about to leave.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going in that outfit?”
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I barely had time to get settled in at work this morning before we were called to a huge car accident. At least twelve cars were involved, and there were dozens of injuries. To cut a long story short, I was very happy to find out that there was a mix-up with the night shift. After a long day, I could go home to my girl.
I never thought that when I got home, my girl and my baby sister would be dressed like they were trying to give me an aneurysm.
“I’ll ask again but don’t expect a third time. Where do you both think you’re going dressed like that?”
Amaya looked like she was about to shit herself, but Tessa was always ready for a fight.
“Well, since you want to know so much, Amaya and I are going to a club,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh, really?” I said with a lot of sarcasm.
I looked at Amaya for the first time in front of Tessa and didn’t try to hide how much I wanted her. From her smooth, caramel-colored legs to the way her dress showed off her big bust,
Amaya Chase was no longer a teenage girl; she hadn’t been for a long time. The last few months have definitely shown that.
“Go down to the lobby and wait for me to call you,” I told Tessa, making sure she knew I wasn’t in the mood for her nonsense.
“Don’t talk to Tessa that way.”
Disrespecting Tessa is one thing that really gets Amaya going. She was very protective of her best friend.
I could see a little bit of doubt in her eyes when I looked directly at her, but I was proud of her for sticking to her guns.
As Tessa closed the door behind her, the sound echoed through the apartment, and Amaya’s annoyance was clear.
“Now that we’re alone, could you say what you said before again?”
“So you can’t hear well now. Too many sirens in your ear.” She threw her purse on the couch and stormed into the kitchen. I moved slowly and carefully towards her, wondering how far she would go with this.
She was busy trying to pour herself a shot of tequila, and I knew she was doing it to make me even more angry. Amaya doesn’t drink.
She picked up the little glass, ready to drink it, and I stopped. Let’s find out how brave she really is. I raised my eyebrow in a rude way when we made eye contact over the glass.
“Don’t let me stop you, Amaya. Drink up.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Carter!” She marched over to the sink and poured the shot down the drain in “defiance.” I knew she wouldn’t go through with it. No matter how stubborn she is, she will always be my good girl.
When I walked into the kitchen, she immediately started to back away, not even noticing that she was about to trap herself.
When her back hit the counter, I moved quickly to keep her there.
She pushed her little hands against my chest to keep me away. She turned her head to the right, so I couldn’t see her face.
When I put my hand on her waist, she gasped and pushed her chest into mine even more.
I chuckled in a dark way, and the sound shook my chest.
“You know what’s funny, babygirl?” I leaned in and kissed her neck and shoulder, which made her shudder all over.
“You always have so much to say…” Kiss. “…when I’m far away.” Kiss. “But when I get close…” I kissed her jawline. “You’re so quiet.”
She threw her head back and showed me all of her beautiful, smooth neck.
So obedient
I ran my nose up and down her neck, making her whine in a small way. She grabbed my hoodie and pulled herself closer to me.
I moved my hands down to her hips and played with the end of her dress.
She still wouldn’t look at me, and I told her how mean she was being.
“Don’t you want to look at me, Amaya? Show me those hazel eyes.” She wouldn’t budge, but her body sang a different song.
“I told you not to tell me what to do, Carter.” I picked her up and held her legs around my waist while she held on to the front of my hoodie for dear life.
“You’re just a little brat, aren’t you?”
She huffed and gasped. “I am not a brat.”
“Is that so?” I thought. “I’ve spoilt you rotten over the years, so it’s really my fault that you think you can do anything.”
It was partially true.  I have definitely spoilt Amaya over the past two years, but she is a good girl overall. Tessa poisoned her a little, but she’s still good. The problem is that she knows that if she bats her eyes at me, I’ll drop to my knees.
“I’m not spoilt.” With an unusual surge of confidence, Amaya wrapped her legs around me more tightly and put her hands on both sides of my neck. “You just can’t help but want me.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little shocked and wonder who the little vixen in front of me was. I mean, this isn’t the first time we’ve been in a situation like this, but she’s never been this direct before.
Except for that one time with the whipped cream
“Okay, since I can’t say no to you, tell me what you want to do right now.”
I had a few ideas for what we could do right now, and none of them involved clothes.
“Well, I’d like to go to that club with you and Tessa.”
That’s too bad. I thought I was finally getting on the same page.
“I need us to go to that club so you can see how spoilt I am.”
My jaw went limp.
I didn’t understand what she meant, but damn, I wanted to know.