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Mmm. . ?"
"What's my name?"
My fingers gripped the sheets, my toes curled, my legs tingling, my head buried into the pillow as I bit my lip, holding back from moaning out loud.
". .Cristiano. . Rossi."
"If I call you baby. . .what do you call
me?"
Breathless, my lower body felt numb. I bit into the pillow, panting quietly. The sheets were tangled between us, it was so toasty in bed. I was sweating, holding back from moaning his name. I couldn't think properly, I was too distracted by what his fingers were doing to me in my underwear.
"You know. ."
My voice was strained, desperate, breathless. I softly let out a moan, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"I wanna hear you say it, baby."
"Cris. . ." I moaned, my voice muffled in the pillow. I squeezed my eyes closed, my climax coming.
"Say it, Ro."
I shakily let out a breath before burying my head into the pillow again as I moaned as quietly as I could, just he finished pleasuring me.
He lifted his fingers out of my black, lace underwear as I buried my head into the pillow, trying to regain my strength.
I heard him lick his fingers and I exhaled loudly before finally turning and facing him, our eyes locked.
"I'm not gonna say it," I told him, panting quietly. I swallowed roughly, licking my lips. He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "We're not kinky."
"Isn't it a bit too late for that?"
I rolled my eyes as he chortled, leaning down and pecking my lips, moving my hair away from my face. He stroked it as we gazed into each other's eyes.
"My girl," he whispered, chuckling in disbelief. His sexy hazel eyes twinkled, hypnotising me. I licked my lips, looking back up into his eyes.
"I told you I'd think about it."
"Ro, stop playing hard to get," he softly whined as a smile formed on my face. "You know what you want."
I pulled him close and pecked his lips, caressing his cheek. "I need to go and get my roots done," I said, his eyes dropping down to my cleavage as I stretched a little. "Then I'll be back later, ready for the fight."
"You won't miss it?"
I shook my head, smiling at him. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, let me go, handsome, I don't wanna miss my appointment."
He groaned, burying his head in my cleavage. I chuckled, my fingers running through his soft hair. "Let me go, Cris." He kissed my breast softly, sighing.
"Say the word."
"What word?"
"You know it."
I groaned, beginning to push and wriggle around under his grasp. "Let me go!" I tried to pry his muscular arms off me but they wouldn't budge. I rolled my eyes, pushing and pushing him.
"Cristiano!"
"Say it, Rose!"
"Hell no, now let me go!"
"Say it."
"No."
"Say it."
"Get off, Cris! No."
"Say it."
"Let me - no!"
"Come on, Rose, you don't wanna miss your appointment, now do you?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Da-"
He looked at me, a wide smirk on his arrogant face. I rolled my eyes, huffing in annoyance.
"I actually wanted you to say-"
"Don't even, you cocky ass!"
~~~
In the salon, my thick hair was darkened to a deeper red.
I smiled in the mirror as I combed my silky hair, examining every strand.
Red was my favourite colour. I always wanted to dye my hair as I wanted a bold look, to stand out and prove to the world that I was strong, powerful and nothing could hold me down.
I thanked the woman who did my hair after paying, before slipping my coat and getting ready to leave.
However a familiar, desperate voice caught my attention.
"Please, auntie, I just need a place to stay tonight then we'll be out of your way-"
"Hell no. Get out of here with your brat. I see why your parents don't want you home."
"Okay, my daughter is not a brat, so don't call her that - she did nothing wrong. As for my parents-"
"I told your stupid ass to leave him and now look at you. Just go, and don't want you in my salon ever again, you're nothing but a whore."
"You know what? Fine! I don't need your fucking help anyway!"
"Don't you cuss in my salon, tramp!"
The door slammed and I quickly grabbed my bag, rushing out of the salon.
I didn't see her but I recognised her voice and I knew. I expected her to already be gone as I left the salon however as soon as I stepped out, there she was against the wall, her head in her hands.
She didn't see me and she slid down the brick wall, groaning in frustration.
"Tori."
Her head snapped up and her teary, bright blue eyes met mine. "Rose," she softly said, her widened eyes filled with surprise. She gasped, standing with a child in her arms.
"W-What are you doing here?"
I gave her a small smile. "Getting my roots done."
Then we looked at each other and she squeezed her eyes closed, her face crumpling. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her and the baby in her arms, sighing softly.
"What happened, Tori?" I gently asked, closing my eyes as my heart ached for her.
"It's such a long story, Rose. Everything's so messed up a-and I don't know what to do!" She shakily told me, her voice cracking as she tried her hardest not to burst into tears.
"Come on," I said, pulling away and meeting her eyes. "You can tell me on the way."
Silence filled the car as I drove for the first few minutes. I couldn't help but glance over at Tori who was holding her sleeping baby, staring out in the window emotionlessly.
I wanted to comfort her, help her but I didn't know how. I didn't want to pressure her into talking so I left it and waited until she was ready.