𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter thirty-three.

★ 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞

𝐓 𝐎 𝐌

The two of us were my room, Fiona was fast asleep on top of me. We had some music on. Mostly, Fiona's taste.

I looked over to the alarm, the white box outlining the bright, glowing red numbers.

12:34am.

I looked back down at Fiona. One hand on the back of her head, covering her frizzy hair. The other, rubbing one side of her ass with her skirt, slightly lifted just enough to see the bright colour of her thong. Whoops...

She was completely knocked out. Head tilted to the side, one hand on my chest, the other near my bicep.

I slowly and carefully lifted her while I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I went into the camera and took a photo of her.

I heard my door bust open. I sighed, my eyebrows slightly furrowed as I set my phone to the side and glanced at Bill.

"Tom, there's a party,"

I put my finger to my mouth.

"Well, she's awake now." Bill tilted his head.

I looked down at Fiona. She squinted hard, her eyebrows furrowed as she slowly sat up.

"Fuck. Awesome work, Bill."

"Oh, sorry, Fiona. -Anyway. Party. There's a pool and everything."

"Is it somebody we know? One of those spenders?" I looked away for a moment, sitting at the end of the bed and leaving Fiona to recollect herself fully while she was still cursing me out.

"Rutger Klein." Bill nodded, leaning against the doorframe.

"Sounds good." I looked back at him, smirking as his gaze drifted towards my alarm.

"You've got twenty minutes. Spend that fucking or whatever... but be downstairs in twenty. Not twenty-one or twenty-five. Twenty minutes." He furrowed his brows and looked at Fiona with a flat expression, who was trying to slowly pull her shirt off that was caught over her head.

"Twenty fucking minutes, I got it!" I raised my eyebrows, watching him leave before getting up and looking towards Fiona, pulling off her shirt completely. When she saw my expression, she started laughing.

𝐅 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

I watched Tom, laughing a little.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." Tom moved his hands up my sides and propped me to stand up, my arms stretching above my head a little and my ribs showing as I breathed in slowly. "Come on, loosen up. He was just joking around." I looked down at him, tilting my head a little.

He rolled his eyes at me, ignored me, and then walked away to his drawers.

I sighed, sliding off the desk and pushing him out of the way. I grabbed out a black jacket, tossing it to him. He looked irritable the way his eyebrows shot up, and he laughed at me, plopping down on the bed.

I looked through his drawers, spotting a blue dress, and then a pair of panties next to that. How random.

"Nice panties." I looked over to Tom, watching him grab a lighter from his pocket and light a cigarette he had.