Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

FIFTY ONE

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  My pulse hammered against my skin as he closed the door and looked at me with those piercing eyes.

   "I asked you a question," he began, "What are you doing in my room?" his tone glimmered with confusion but also aggravation.

   "The... The lady at the front desk." I barely managed to get my words out. "She... She must've given me the spare key card to your room by mistake." 

  He scoffed and shook his head, walking further into the room as if I weren't even there. "And you decided to snoop?"

   "I'm not... I wasn't –"

   "Then why is your hand still on my jacket?" he slammed the laptop on his desk closed and turned around to face me, waiting for an answer.

  I looked to see my hand clawing onto his jean jacket for dear life. Shit.

   "I... I didn't realise you were going to be here tonight." I changed the subject. Why are you still talking to him? Why aren't you leaving, Sienna?

   "We have the connections with Skye, the hospital has done a lot for her. Why are you here?"

   "The hosts are my dad's new clients." I explained. "They invited us here out of curtesy."

  He hummed slightly and nodded, "Why did you come, though? You could've stayed at home."

   "I wanted to get out and be away from school for a while." I stated, not giving any remorse in my tone. "Am I not allowed to do that?" I raised an eyebrow.

   "I don't own you, Sienna. You're not mine."

   "You're mine, pretty girl. You always have been. You just keep denying it."

  I felt a lump grow in my throat and I swallowed it down. I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want to embarrass myself further. "Good, at least that's established." I coughed awkwardly and ran my hands down the front of my dress as I began to walk away.

   "Yeah, you established that very well when you dance with that boy." I heard him bitterly remark under his breath. That stopped be dead.

  I turned on my heel and narrowed my eyes at him, "Excuse me?"

   "You heard me." He simply said. Oh, I heard him well.

  I collected myself and looked him in the eye, "His name is Oliver and I had lots and lots of fun dancing with him, thank you so much for asking."

He didn't look impressed, instead I watched his jaw tick as he stretched his fingers by his side, as if he were itching to touch something. "Are you two a thing then, hmm?"

   "You have zero right to ask that." I shot back. "My life is none of your concern. Not anymore."

   "And what does that mean?" he scoffed angrily.

   "It means," I walked further into the room till I stood opposite him, in front of the closet. "I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with him without your permission or judgement."

   "Is that so?" he took a step forward.

   "Yes, so maybe I was going to go back to his room, maybe I was going to let him bend my pretty ass over his bed and fuck me raw." My voice became stern. Cold. "Maybe I was going to moan his name all night and beg him to fuck me harder. Maybe he could fuck me better than you."