Octavius

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PAPI OCTAVIUS

I wanted to fuck every inch of her into oblviion. In my bed, in my shower, in my living room. In the kitchen. All of the fuckin' above. Everywhere, and anywhere. That was how heated Finley Van Doren made me.

       Reaching down, I tugged the tight fabric of the pants I had already leaked a little cum into, unashamedly displaying my frustration yet desire for the little vixen at the same time. Ever since she called me Daddy again, she had been taunting me—almost begging for me to do something in front of her friend.

        A sexy innocent angel that was sent to bait a man's will and she had. Definitely captured mine in those big brown eyes of hers.

        Grasping the Martini in my clammy hands, I fought the urge to throw her onto my shoulders, and simply run out of the club with her little ass. I was a little amused to see what her reaction would be, but I knew not to test my luck any further. Finley hated me, and I couldn't blame her. I got scared and fucked everything up, like I always did.

        It didn't matter anymore. None of that did because I was back for my girl. Come hell or high water, she was fuckin' mine. And I would be damned if I allowed her to slip through my hands again for the third time. Two months without her pretty smile was hell, I couldn't imagine a lifetime.

        Hell, I didn't want to.

        "You're such a fucking loser, you know that?" Finley's friend spoke in a low, threatening voice as she slid into the stool next to me. Wonderful. Another person that despised me.

        "Do you know that she cried herself till she passed out every single night after you left. Every single night. And then she would send you voicemails even though she knew you would never receive them." I received them. God I listened to them. "She didn't want to live anymore after you left, and now that a piece of her is finally beginning to show, you're back. Why?"

"I—" My mouth went absolutely dry at her question. It was a simple question. Why? Why was I back for Finley? Why did I need to see that pretty smile of hers? Why did I spend every single minute watching her, ensuring that she was safe after we broke up? Why did I trail her the night when Presley picked her up? Why did I come back?

Presley let out a low snort, shaking her head to herself like she was utterly disappointed in me. Well, get in line, woman. "Do you even love her? Do you care about her? Her actual happiness? Because if you did, you wouldn't have broken her heart, you wouldn't have said all of those hurtful words and you wouldn't have shown up here."

"You're her best friend. I respect that, I do but you know nothing. Absolutely nothing. The word love isn't something that is easily said for me, and I may not know much about that word but I do care for her, Presley." I affirmed with a firm nod.

My eyes flickered through the club as I searched for her on the dance floor, a small smile tugging at the edge of my lips as she spun around playfully, entrancing every man and woman.