UGLY ✔

9: Obscure Feelings

Sinn's POV:

"Mhmm...." the naked woman laying beside me moaned. I guess she was still reliving this afternoon that we had just shared.

Who the fuck cares about her though?

Upon feeling a manicured hand running up my torso, I snapped out of my thoughts. I lazily glanced at my side, only to find the naked brunette smirking.

"How about we do this again?" she suggested arrogantly, but there was a hopeful edge to her voice.

I smirked, sensing her desperation. she clearly wanted me again and again. I didn't fuck a woman twice but she was a special case. She was my permanent lay.

I grabbed her roaming hand. She looked up in confusion and frowned.

"It's called 'booty call' for a reason. Get out."

"Oh come on!" she whined, "Don't be a spoil sport." She began kissing my neck.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

She continued her actions. She nibbled on my earlobe and I felt myself growing hard, again.

Why can't she get the message?

"Sarah, sto-"

"Just a quickie," she mumbled.

"You do know I am supposed to date someone else, right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Ms. Goodie goodie will never know. It's not like you're dating for real," she uttered and I sighed in frustration.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Bet or not, I don't cheat, babe. So, back the fuck off."

"Okay," she whined, pouting, "When you are done playing with her, call me."

"Sure," I smirked at her flirtatiously.

She placed a rough kiss on my lips and I pulled her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Don't play me, Sarah. Get out," I rasped. She let out a moan.

Releasing her, I reached for my shirt, putting it on swiftly and buttoning it.

"Sinn," she purred.

I tugged her lower lip hard between my thumb and forefinger and bit her earlobe hard. She let out a gasp and I whispered in her ear seductively, "Get. The. Fuck. Out."

She bent down, giving me a first class view of her ample breasts and smirked, "Find me later babe. I know you want the real stuff, not some ugly minx."

With that she excused herself, murmuring something about me being a hot lay, but I didn't have time to pay attention.

After all, I had to get ready for a date.

A special date with someone equally special.

I ruffled my hairs and put on a black shirt and black tuxedo. My ear piercing was still there. I tidied the collar because it shows off the tattoo on my neck perfectly. A lot of girls have complemented me on this tattoo and I'm sure Kiara's gonna like it.

I smirked at my reflection, folding my sleeves up to my elbows and fixing my rolex.

That poor girl didn't know that she was in for a long and dangerous ride.

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I sighed in frustration for the umpteenth time. Currently, I was sitting in her front porch. I had texted her, but she didn't reply. Also, it seemed like she didn't have the decency to open the door.