Betty's POV
Next morning
I woke as an alarm chimed, making an annoying sound, which made me have a headache, my nerves started to throb in pain like they are gonna burst.
With still closed eye's I slammed the clock on the ground. I don't give a fuck if it's now broken or not. I held my throbbing head laid back on the pillow.
But this pillow felt different as it wrapped arms around me. This pillow was masculine and had an intoxicating muscular scent, this pillow even had warmth which melted me as I tugged myself more inside the pillow. But I was surprised the next moment as this pillow even had a heartbeat. WTF! From when Pillow got heartbeat? I am still on earth, right?
Suddenly several thoughts surged in my heavy mind, making my eyes saucer wide. I looked around and found a sexy guy sleeping on the bed with me. He was shirtless with laggy pants, showing off his well build eight pack and naughty V-line. His face was covered with a blanket. Making him look like a mystery man.
Did I hook up with someone yesterday in a drunk state? Oh no! My eyebrows creased together as I tried to memorize what happened last night.
My pupils expanded as the memory of Mr John grinding against me flashed in the back of my mind, Don't tell me this is Mr John. I am thoroughly fucked today. I slapped my forehead and with a terrified face, and peeked under a blanket, I felt stunned as I was just in just underwear and shirt which always was not mine but his.
I wiggled in his tight grasp to free myself so I can just escape from here quietly. No drama and no scene.
But since luck is ditching me recently he ditched me here too. While wiggling I accidentally hit the part where I shouldn't, to make it crystal clear I hit his baby maker and encountered a proudly growing boner. Let's call it a day.
The man still asleep groaned in pain and pleasure and squeezed me tightly against his naked, arousal valley of manboobs. This feels so good, but fuck if it's Mr John I am not a gerontophile.
Instead of pushing aside this mind-blowing man with a boner, I decided to discover who is the first so I pulled the blanket down from his complexion. Only to meet my not-so-good surprise, Mr Dickweed. Fuck my life he worst than a nightmare.
Soon when my pupils dilated as I kicked him from bed and growled like a little lioness. I cover my half-naked body with a blanket and saw him moaning in pain as his ass kissed the hard floor. He deserved it, duh.
What the fuck? Did you rape me? I impeached him, aghast was apparent.
Really Betty? His eyes bored at me as he rubbed his sore ass. He stood up and rested his butt again on the bed as I was about to kick him again. I even lifted my leg to kick him,
I am anything but rapiest. But you are indeed the rapiest, I almost lost my virginity cause of you. He little white lied. And fell asleep again he looked so sleepy.
Umm...what?
So funny. lie something else. I mocked.
What is so funny? He mumbled.
You being a virgin is the funniest joke. I replied with my best bitchy attitude ever.
when you girl tries to rape it's funny and when we guys do it's crime? The world is so unfair, someone please save my dignity from this girl. He grumbled like an innocent child and buried his head in the pillow like an angry orchid.
Maybe he still high then I am.
After a while, I left the bed and took shower and headed down to breakfast.
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My Horny Step-brother Is Mafia
RomanceThe book is not edited yet so please forgive me for grammatical mistakes. Anyways Enjoy the book. Rankings: #3 business #1 highschooldrama #1 killing #1 Bitch #1 lust #1 hornets #1 sassy #1 Dark desire #1 obsession