by Bella Emy
“Hey, what’s so funny?”
But she doesn’t say anything. Instead, I feel her tongue on me, licking up the treat. Her tongue feels a bit different and her strokes are quick and eager. “Damn, baby. You can’t wait, huh?”
Still laughing… wait how is she laughing and not sounding muffled as she’s licking up the whipped cream? I sit up and pull down the blindfold from my eyes, when suddenly, I’m sitting there with an audience.
Staring back at me is the majority of the football team, the cheerleading squad, and a bunch of the others from school. Candy is standing in the center, holding a damn Chihuahua; hence the quick, eager licks.
Now they’re all laughing at me, including Jason.
“Hey, what’s all this?” I ask, facing Candy.
“Seriously, Big D? You have no idea?” she asks.
“No,” I spit out, mad and embarrassed.
“Dude, everyone got sick of you walking around thinking you’re the shit. We wanted to teach you a lesson,” Jason says, chuckling. The bastard…
“Look at your chest,” Candy announces.
People are still laughing as I look down and see she had spelled out the word “Arrogant” on my chest.
I chuckle, shaking my head. Guess I’m not going to be screwing her or anyone else here tonight.
Candy gives me a smirk, handing the dog to Jason. “Okay, everyone out,” she demands.
I go to get up and she shakes her head at me. “No, not you.”
The crowd begins to head out, and I get one last look of Jason, turning his chin up at me.
Candy locks the door behind them and walks back slowly toward me. “You don’t think all of this was just a joke, do you?”
I’m not sure what she’s getting at, so I don’t say a word. I continue watching as she makes her way to me. She climbs on top and spreads her legs over me, bringing her lips to my ear; whipped cream smearing onto her chest.
I cautiously wrap my arms around her; I can’t help it. Even though she played me, I still want to fuck her. Hell, now she deserved to be taught a lesson.
“You may be the most arrogant of them all, the King of Arrogance, but you have every Goddamn reason to be, Your Highness,” she coos.
A wide smile spreads across my face, and before she has a chance to do anything further, I flip her off of me, landing her on her back on the bed, and place hungry kisses on her cheek and neck.
“Ms. Corbin, you’re gonna love everything the King of Arrogance is about to give you.”
1
Ellie
EIGHT YEARS LATER…
I sit in my seat, staring straight ahead at the television before me. I’ve been staying with Lauren in her apartment for the last five months now after catching Shaun balls deep inside of his ex. Bastard. I hate men. Every single last one of them.
Fuck it. I don’t know why I wasted so much time with him. He never once showed me he really cared about me, and this just proved it. He had his dick shoved so deep into that slut’s cunt, he could have drowned. But whatever. I’m done trying to make it work with an asshole who continues to mistreat me. He was just basically praying to get caught. That’s the only explanation for it.
Anyway, Lauren thinks it’s weird that I haven’t cried or freaked out about it yet, being that we were together for two years. But I think I’ve just been over and done with his bullshit for a while now.
I don’t know. When I accidentally came across messages on his Facebook account from his ex, I started getting suspicious. To confirm those suspicions, he just dug his hole even deeper. I had walked in early from work one day to find him pinning Trish up against our kitchen counters.
Gross. That bitch is so skanky, always screwing around with a different guy. God knows what disease that tramp’s got. Which reminds me, I need to bleach those counters as soon as I get back home. Whenever that will be.
I’ve been staying here for the last five months with no desire to return back to my apartment. Every time I picture it, I think of the shitshow I walked in on. Nasty ass bitch. Both of them.
Maybe it’s because I already had a suspicion that Shaun had been secretly in touch with her, or maybe I just didn’t care anymore. Whatever it is, I knew we were over a long time ago. Because this relationship with him ended pretty much the same way my one before him had, I’m done with all men and don’t want to be in another relationship any time soon. Or ever again. I’ve been screwed over so many times that I’m literally done. Finished. No more.
My last boyfriend before Shaun hurt me so bad that I lost myself for two years. Two fucking years of my life wasted. That’s why this time around, I refuse to let Shaun get me depressed. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to bury myself in a hole because this man broke my heart.
My new mantra? Fuck men. Seriously. Men suck.
They’re all the same, selfish bastards always looking for the next piece of ass.
Well, it won’t be from this chick. This chick is going to be wearing a chastity belt from now on.
I don’t need to get laid. I can so make it without getting some, right?
Fuck it. Who am I kidding? It’s only been a few months, but after I caught Shaun going behind my back, all I wanna do is fuck a gorgeous guy without any strings attached. No relationship. Just one night of pure heat between the sheets.
Yeah, I want to get married, settle down and have children one day, but not in the near future. I can’t deal with any more assholes. Not for a long time, anyway.
“What do you want to watch now?” Lauren asks, sipping on her coffee.
It’s just past midnight and neither one of us is thinking about sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday and that means we both have the day off.
I work as a receptionist for a printing company, while Lauren is a bookkeeper for a construction site. I’m not sure what we will do tomorrow, but anything will be better than hanging around my place until the asshat gets all his shit and leaves my apartment.
I had agreed to give him six months to get all his shit in order and find a new place. I know six months is overly generous of me, but since I have no intention of going back there any time soon, I don’t care. The place will be vacant, anyway. Maybe he’ll be moving back in with Trish. Maybe he’ll be going to stay with his brother in Michigan. Wherever he goes, I don’t care, as long as he’ll be as far away from my place as possible.
“I don’t really care, anything you want to put on,” I reply, pushing my long dark hair out of my face.
“I was thinking we could go to the mall tomorrow, do some Christmas shopping, and then maybe head to Barnes and Noble for a bit… what do you say, Ells?” Lauren asks, trying to get me in the Christmas spirit.
This year, I hate everything about the holiday. I’m in no mood to celebrate and be merry. It’s going to be the first time I spend it single. I don’t really know the first thing about being single. I had been in a relationship for as long as I can remember; however, each time was more brutal than the last.
It’s as if I have a magnet attached to my head attracting all the douchebags. One after the other, they come after me. Lauren always tells me it’s my brown hair, chocolate eyes, perfect smile, and nice curvy body that attracts all the assholes. God only knows. I know I’m pretty, but she makes it seem like I’m some model chick. I’m the furthest thing from it. But why can’t I attract a nice guy who is good looking for once? Why do all the cute ones have to be such pricks?
Lauren is a few inches shorter than me, standing at five-foot-two-inches. Her long, brown wavy hair passes her shoulders. Her almond shaped hazel eyes and pretty smile are her best features. She doesn’t believe it, but she’s a complete knockout. She says guys prefer me, but who the fuck knows. It’s not like any of the guys I dated have been worth it. They haven’t been worth shit.
She doesn’t do bad in the guy department, though, and just recently she met a really good one. She’s currently with Kevin, a doctor she met at the construction job through work. She had scheduled
her guys to do a project at his facility, and since then, they’ve been crazy about one another. He’s pretty hot and is completely smitten with her. It’s new, so she’s taking it slow, but I have a feeling Kev is going to be the one. So far, he has my vote for best boyfriend of the year.
As for me, I’m a whole other story. No guy I have ever been with seemed like he’d be the one. It’s like all the good guys steer clear of me whenever they see me, like I’m wearing some kind of bug repellent or something.
But then again, there are no good guys for me. The good ones, like Kev, are either all taken or gay. The available ones are all the fucking same.
Why isn’t it possible to find one decent, nice-looking guy my age… one who doesn’t have kids or a wife back home? Someone who doesn’t behave like a complete Neanderthal when he sees a skirt and actually wants to be in a monogamous relationship. I can’t understand why that has been so hard to find. Oh well, doesn’t matter. Like I said before, from now on, I don’t want anything even remotely serious.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I lie. Just the thought of the mall during this time of the year is giving me hives.
Suddenly, busting in through the door, Derek and his current prospect of the hour are basically eating each other’s faces alive.
Speaking of selfish bastards always looking for the next piece of ass…
“Yuck! Get a room, jerk face!” Lauren screams at her twin brother.
Derek Mykels is so damn hot. As much as I hate to admit it, I’d love to see what he can do under the sheets.
My mind begins to wander…
He’s stumbling, barely looking at where he is going, too busy placing his hands and lips on his current piece of ass.
He pulls away from her and edges her toward his room. Yeah, that’s the thing, they share this apartment. Lauren and Derek are fraternal twins, born two minutes apart. She always throws it in his face that she is his older sister, if only by those short two minutes. They have a love-hate relationship, but I know if it comes down to it, one would die for the other.
Derek takes his large hand, smacking the girl he brought in right on her ass, giving her a wink. She shrieks, and I’m not looking forward to the moans and grunts that I know will be coming from his room in just a few minutes. It’s like every single night, he brings a new girl home.
Yeah, I’m jealous. I want to be the one he makes moan. But that’ll never happen. He’s my best friend’s brother. Plus, I’m not even his type. He prefers blondes with melons for chests. I’m not small chested, but I’m not blonde, either.
Derek is the typical playboy. He’s so full of himself, so arrogant and cocky that it has always made me sick. Yet, he does have every single right to be. All the girls want him. Yes, including me.
Derek Mykels is the total package. He’s tall at six-foot-three-inches, athletic, tattooed and bearded, although sometimes he’ll rock a goatee, but it’s always neatly trimmed. He’s got sharp hazel eyes with dark brown hair, a smile that reveals dimples for days that will melt any girl’s panties. And to top it off, he’s got an amazing set of rippled abs I had the pleasure of running into this past summer at their family’s beach house.
The whole family had been out on the deck. Lauren was sitting at the edge of the pool in her two-piece, reading. Her father, David, was positioned at the grill, while her mother, Diane, set the table. Diane had asked me to grab the hamburger buns from inside the house on the kitchen counter, and as I went to open the door, I ran right smack into Derek and his rock-hard abs.
Fucking solid, perfectly shaped abs.
I think I might have drooled.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. My body wasn’t sorry, but being that I was taken and faithful at the time, my heart was.
He had smiled, winking at me.
Panties = melted.
“Mmm, don’t be,” he said.
It was as if time had stood still then, and I didn’t know what to make of his comment. It was like he had enjoyed it. Eww. Even though he had a nice body and made me feel things I didn’t even know what they were, he was off limits. We had grown up together, being that his sister was my best friend and I was always at their house. Plus, the whole time I’d known him, he had at least two bleach-blonde bimbo girlfriends, always at the same time.
That day at the beach house was so long ago…
“Where do you think I’m going, sis?” He smirks, bringing me back to the present. His smug look is so irresistible.
“You’re such a pig!” Lauren spits back.
“Oink, oink!” he says, imitating a pig.
She throws a pillow at him but misses. He’s already half way down the hall to his room, chasing down his nightly conquest.
“I swear, I don’t know how he hasn’t caught some type of STD yet,” Lauren says, laughing.
“Must be some very reliable condoms he’s using,” I respond, chuckling. If she only knew how badly I want to take my chances to catch whatever STD he may have just to sleep with him for one night…
But no, Derek doesn’t have any type of STD. Because of his risqué lifestyle, he goes to get checked out often. Lauren makes him. She can say what she wants, but she loves her twin brother.
“Hopefully he is,” she begins, then, “I’m glad you’re smiling again, Ellie.”
I shrug. She thinks I’m bummed about Shaun, but I really just don’t care. I’m just feeling blah that my life has no direction right now.
“What am I supposed to do? Sit here and be miserable?”
“No, of course not. I’m just saying, you deserve to be happy, that’s all,” Lauren states.
“I’m fine. Really,” I lie. I’m totally not. I need some of Derek. Thinking of him makes the heat rise from my chest.
Moments later, we hear banging on the walls, as high-pitched noises erupt from the girl in Derek’s room.
Fuck, man, I hate that bitch so much right now. Why can’t that be me right now beneath him?
“Well, guess that’s our cue to head to bed. Thankfully, from the guest bedroom, you shouldn’t be able to hear a thing,” Lauren says.
“Yeah, it’s a good thing it’s on the opposite side of your apartment,” I add.
“Yup. I’m planning on throwing in my AirPods and tuning him and that bitch out,” she chuckles.
As Lauren gets up from her seat next to me on the couch, she takes one last sip from her cup, draining the last bit of coffee.
“If you need anything, Ells, you know where to find me,” she says, beginning to walk off.
I smile and nod my head. I get up off the couch and begin moseying toward the guest room in the back. If I sit on the couch any longer and have to hear this bitch screaming Derek’s name much longer, I might have to storm into his bedroom and pull her out by her blonde weave. Skank hoe.
I pull out my PJ’s from the top drawer of the dresser. The good thing about staying with my best friend is that I didn’t really need to pack a bag when I had first decided to come stay with her. I had always had a few outfits and toiletries stacked in a drawer for the ‘just in case’ times. This was one of those times. Except it’s been months with no end in sight right now. I don’t want to go back home and deal with the mess of cleaning up after Shaun.
I wasn’t supposed to be here this long, but once we realized I was going to be staying with Lauren for an extended amount of time, she had offered to grab more of my clothes for me at home. I made sure she went during Shaun’s work hours so that she wouldn’t have to run into him.
I strip out of my jeans and T-shirt and slip on my cotton pink pajama pants and white tank top. It’s a bit chilly, being that it is the beginning of December, but I could never sleep in a long-sleeved shirt.
Once I’m dressed, I grab my toothbrush and hair tie, and make my way toward the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, take care of my business, wash my hands, brush my teeth, and then finally compile my hair into a high ponytail so that it’s not in my face when I try to sleep.
I stumble
out of the bathroom, not looking up as I walk. With my hands holding my toothbrush, I bump into a hard surface.
My dark brown eyes look up into smooth hazel ones… Derek.
Why the hell is he on this side of the apartment? There’s a bathroom right next to his room; why does he have to come to the one he knows I’m going to be occupying?
“Sorry,” I murmur under my breath. But again, I’m not sorry. He’s gorgeous.
“Hey, Ellie, it’s cool,” he smiles.
There go my panties again…
I stand there in front of him for what seems like a good two minutes not knowing what else to say or do. I can’t even move. It’s like I’m… in a daze.
He’s shirtless, walking around like he is the only one in this house; gray sweatpants hang perfectly on his waist, and I have to look away before I stare too long at the outlining of his very large…
Okay, Ellie, you’d better stop before you get yourself into something you can’t get out of. This is Lauren’s brother, remember?
“Well, I’m all done. I’ll just be out of your way,” I say, finding my words, starting to run back to my room with my tail between my legs.
Can you get pregnant just by looking at someone? ‘Cause if so, I’m nine months already. Shit, I’m so fucked. My ovaries are going all types of crazy right now.
And right as I’m about to enter my room for the night, I hear him say, “You should stay.”
2
Derek
Holding my cock in my hands, I shake it to get the remaining droplets of urine out. I can’t help but laugh to myself. Ellie has always been the one unobtainable girl. Not Ellie from back when I was in college, the one who would go jogging and I’d watch her tits bounce up and down with each step. She and I had screwed, and it was good. She was a freak. I’m talking about Ellie Evers, my sister’s best friend. Because I’m a complete and utter asshole to chicks, I have always kept my distance from her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t flirt with her. Hell, given the chance, I’d screw her brains out. Like the-best-sex-of-her-life-kind-of-night, screw her brains out.