Chapter 53

(Hi there, this chapter has got a few POVs, it's not really necessary but for a better perspective, it's advisable. Do enjoy! P.s. Would be a little bit lengthier but worth it.)

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*Egan*

I don't want to seem like I'm being the bad guy but when it comes to Chrissy, I would definitely be the bad guy every other person hates. Chrissy is apparently mad at me since she's offhandedly displaying some attitudinal shit. I had to come at Dayle in such a manner, I mean, how could he question her like a child? He's not even her Dad. I know that he now has rights as so-called stepbrother that he's taking advantage of, but he shouldn't make her feel inferior and so I had to step in.
Thinking these things through throws my head into the fire I tried to avoid but what else? I sigh. I try so hard to focus on the lobster in front of me.
There you have Chrissy taking up her cellphone every now and then, I swear tgari really want to explode. I'm suppressing my shit. I don't have a problem with her using her phone but this is meant to be for us, plus, she's not even responding to my statement. I fucking hate it. I'm going to lose my mind really soon.
“Baby, can I have your... attention? I mean... You are sidelining me and it doesn't sit well. I said I'm sorry. I'd apologize again. I'm sorry.” I tell and she puts down her cell phone, catching up with my gaze. She's beautiful, more sexier by the day; I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose her.
I literally dropped our Fuck-list for her sake, I can not fuck with another girl if it's not Chrissy. She's constantly in my head. Always. My friends are mad that I purposefully ditched our tradition, especially Dayle. Worse off, he's mad because it's Chrissy. I know that he had began to fall in love with her. He really likes her and I'm not going to let that happen. No way.
“Egan, that was uncalled for. You could have just—” she scowls at me, she's never been like this with me. And I don't get the whole thing, is it because of Dayle? Is she defending him?
“Just what? Just what, Chriss? Let him fucking talk to you the way he fucking wants? How could you be that vulnerable? Jeez!! Fuck!!” I flare up, it is unintended but fuck, I can't help it. She scoffs.
“Really? I'm vulnerable?” she chuckles bit that's a red sign. She's mad. “What else am I not? Did you also mean to say naïve? Fucking stupid? Damn slow? Egan, what else?” she yells taking her purse and cellphone, she rises to her feet to leave and I take hold of her hand but she shoves my had away
“Chriss, I didn't mean it that way! I swear... You know that I'd never—” I try to explain but no, it falls off.
“But you did! You mean every fucking word! I'm not your type, I get it. You want a feisty bitch, go find her!” she tells me offhandedly and struts away. I grab my cell phone and chase after her. I fucked up.

She's scurrying past the parking space. I'm so fucking confused, I catch up with her—pulling her my the wrist as she forcefully veers to face me.
“Baby, I'm so sorry. I said too much. I'm a dick, I know but please, let us talk. Or go back in or rather go anywhere you want. Just don't leave like this—”
“We have nothing to talk about. I get it!” she takes off her hand. “You were trying to defend me but you don't have to say mean things to him...” she says. I can't to counter that part where she says ‘mean’, didn't she know that Dayle is meaner and he was mean back there?
“Okay, I won't do that again. I was...” I scoff. “I was trying to make sure that he doesn't take advantage... But it's fine, whatever you say. I agree!”
“No, you sound like I'm the problematic one here—” he snaps
“Jeez, don't get me wrong! Baby, lets just get this over with, please!” I tell her, I'm tri g to pacify her by all means. I love her and I can't bear to get paranoid. I swear. She takes a deep breath and stares back at me, she has been looking away. She crosses her arms regretfully, how innocent. You could swear that she didn't just vent to me hoarsely. I got scared, I still am.
“I'm sorry babe, you were only being the hero—but the ‘vulnerable’ word wasn't right to use...” she coldly says and I pull her to my chest, for a hug. She reciprocates.
“I'm so sorry!” I whisper in her eyes and I hear her giggle. We pull away gently as we walk to where the car is parked. Unlock ing the car, I open the car door at once but she grabs my tie and pull me closer than he's been.
“Let me make it up to me, let me!” she tells me almost in a whisper. Fuck, that's a booty call. I ravage her enchanting lips, I explore her neck, I suck it off like my life depends on it. Divine. Fuck, my dick is not finding a real balance behind my pants, there's a hefty urge to shoot out and it's Chrissy’s fucking fault. I don't regret. I never will.
She takes a hold of my bulge and massages it tenderly, I'm turned to the 1000 degrees, I more touch and I'm going to explode.
“Take me outta here before I change my kind, honey!” she purrs our hotly at me and I'm drooling the more. I take on her lips again before we drive away. We'll be needing the nearest exotic hotel to get it done.


*Molly*

I know the risk that I'm taking, visiting Dayle at his house. I shouldn't come over uninvited, I'd be asked but I know what to say. Good thong I've been here in one past. Fuck! I must make my way into Dayle’s life again, I can't imagine a moment without him.
How does he manage to creep into my mind and head despite the bad things he did to me? I don't know. Am I a fool or what the actual fuck? I stop right in front of the large mansion. The familiarity sweeps me back to the days I used to come around as his girlfriend, how he'd treat me, own me and fick my brains out. I'm never excited with the way all these fucking girls betrayed me in the past, how they enjoyed his Dick and Skills. I hate that. I should be the only one in such a position, Dayle and I are perfect and no one is good for him except me. Besides, I need him. If I have him, my status in Hemsville High will change, despite Chrissy, I still need Dayle. I badly miss him.
Fuck, my plan to threaten him worked, he's nicer to me now; I knew it would be the best way to capture his attention away from Cindy, Jess, Lauren, Amber, Shauna, name them. I did it.
‘It's time Molly, own it!’ I tell myself before I proceed to the gate, it automatically divides once I show my ID to the cam on the pillar.
I pull over at the parking space, I step out of the car with the box of Apple pies on my hand. I flip my wavy hair backwards, adjusting my Fendi shades... Duh... I'm wearing a Fendi body con and matching heels, I want to show Chrissy what I look like today she's assisting at influencing my fashion but she's not home. She had texted. It's a win for me since I badly wanna fuck her brother, Egan good job.
Security walks up to ask questions, gosh, where's is Dom to defend me already? Fuck.
“I'm here for Dayle, his classmate. Hemsville High. Students’ influencer.” I snap and he nods lightly. Negatively. I see Dom and I call out his name to capture his attention.
“Mr. Dom, hello!” I walk away to meet him but the security attempts to stop and finally Dom stops him.
“Don’t worry, Man! I got it!” he says to the man and the leeching security walks off respectively. “Molly? Molly right?”
“Sure sir, long time.” I stretch my hand for a handshake, he reciprocates. “I'm here for Dayle. Chrissy actually but she says that I could also meet Dayle. We have something going on at school and—”
“Oh. In Fendi con, I see!” he sarcastically utters with a smirk, he nods and lets me go ahead. He knows that I made that up but he played coolly, so I take it.

The chief maid leads me to the living room to wait for Dayle. I hope he doesn't freak out. At least he knows that I have intention. Fuck, protocols sucks.
In less than a minute, I see him. My love. The only one that could make me cum in a minute, the only one that knows the art of sexing a girl, the only creature that can capture my attention without really trying that hard... Dayle. Every girl’s dream. He's the one. The T-shirt that's hugging his body like another skin is perfectly showing off his features, he's goddamn sexy and hot as always. Worse off, his hair is ruffled, just the way I used to like it—i still do. He's frowning at me but it's alright, the goal has been mostly met, but I have like a slice to complete the pie chart.
“I don't remember telling you that you could come!” he starts, his gruff wouldn't save him from me. I shrug a bit.
“I know. But I did hint you, yeah? Yeah.” I snap “I made this for you, I want us to like... talk things through. I hope you don't ticking mind, handsome!” I add
“Oh I fucking do, bitch.” he snaps
“Ouch! That hurt. Call me that only when we fuck—” I tell him, yes, I'm trying to seduce him. It's Dayle, the Sexgod, he loves the sound of FUCK. He scoffs with a smirk. Told ya.
“Someone is fucking horny, are you?” he asks and I cringe a bit.
“Whatever you say, Dayle! Here!” I hand him the pies bit he doesn't receive it. He calls out a maid and she comes around without hesitating.
“Would you taste this for me, im trying to judge the baker’s effort!” He tells the young woman and she nods before takes a bite.
That’s so embarrassing to me, I know what he means, poison. I roll my eyes crossing my arms and he chuckled. Mocking me.
“It tastes awesome sir!” The woman says, he takes it and dismisses her.
“Really? You think that I poisoned it?” I ask, I’m irked.
“Yes Moll, you are the mischievous. I’ve gotta be cognizant! Who knows. That's by the way now, let's head to my room. We can't talk right here, can we?” he asks and I lead the way. I mean, I lead myself. I've been here and so I know most of the nooks around here.
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He eats from the pies, a little part of it while I stare at him. Jeez, does he know that I'm here to get laid? He knows but he's acting opposite.
“So, you want us to be official?” he asks seriously. He's always hated the idea but that's he's way out.
“What does it look like to you? I didn't risk your fucking protocols for nothing! Dayle...” I move close to him. He's crossing his legs on the bed, he's staring at me irritably but whatever. “I'm doing my best around here, like... It'd be nice if you—”
“Just stop it, fucking stop!” he raises his voice at me. If I hadn't known him then I would have been terrified. He should know better.
“That won’t work!” I snap. “I love you and you know that, we're better off together—you know that. Hemsville loves us together—better than anyone you've been with...” I can't try to explain.
“Molly stop! I don't love you like that...” he tells me, it breaks my heart but I'm aware and i don't overreact. At least he sounds cool. “I just... I can't... I love someone—I mean I can't be with you! Not that. I've been a dick to you but we resolved it and I don't wanna go back there again. I regret but not this! We can't be together, like you're asking—”
He steps out of bed and walks to his porch, I fling my heels and follow him. I won't give up.
“Dayle I know, I've never stopped thinking about you and all the good times we once had!”
“Once! That's the problem! We can not be!” he frowns
“Really? Then who did you replace me with? It can't be any of those wannabes and so who's she? Why is she now special? Very special that you don't want me anymore?” I ask him but he's blank and unable to speak. He's hiding something, when he looks helpless, it only means one thing. He's hiding something.
“I agreed to your terms, whatever it was but stop forcing this. You are gonna regret it!” he says to me again.
“I don't fucking care Dayle. I've been through enough shit for the both of us, it's your turn to at least make me happy...” i tell him positioning my arms around his shoulders, he’s pissed off. He pushes me away. This is not Dayle. How come? I try again but he does the same thing, pushing me away.
“Okay.” I tell him. I return to find my cellphone, purse and shoes. I walk to the door, my hands lands on the handle in hope that he'd call me but he remains silent. I wear that if he doesn't, I will...
“Isn't it the sex you want, I'll give it to you but I can't love you the way you're asking!” he tells me and yes, I turn to him immediately. He's drawing near to me, his shirt is off his body. Fuck! I haven't seen this guy shirtless in a long time.
“I know! Let's just do business again, if you won't love me back! This time, you won't outrun me and I won't outrun you, is that a deal?” I tell him.
“Yes. I don't have the choices for now!” how cocky.
He's now over me, everything I’m holding falls off slowly. “I'm going to fuck you hard for making me this vulnerable—to nothing.” he says to me, he's being sexily aggressive but that's the wild side I'm seeking right now.
He shoves my dress up to my torso before kissing me swiftly. He's choking me lightly at the same time, squeezing my butt cheeks. We move to the desk, my face to the desk while he chokes me. He shifts my thong and then I feel his meaty cock nuzzling into my hole. I'm already wet. Once he goes in, I yelp.
“Ahh! Fuck!” I moan out.
“Fucking yell and it's a fucking wrap!”
The next thing that follows is aggravating slams, I feel his length in my stomach. This is so much to handle and I'm meant to remain silent?
“Fuck Dayle! I miss you! Yeah!!! Right!!!”
“You missed my dick not me!” he says, he's pissed off but it's sexy as along as my lustful desires are overtly served.
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