Chapter 6
He hung up.
He hung up, which is absolutely being shot down, right?
But instead of his rejection upsetting me, it fuels me even more.
I begin rubbing my clit even faster, my other fingers helpless inside me. I dare not reach for my phone and call him again as I'm chasing the high of what just happened.
"Oh, my fucking god."
My head rolls back as I picture exactly the things that I said I'd want to do with him. Yes, he is annoying and uptight and doesn't know how to have fun, which is fine…
But, oh my fucking god—I'd love to be able to have him split me wide open.
I joked about how small he must be, since he doesn't want to fuck me, which is not a feeling that I'm too familiar with, but all I want…
I want, I want, I want… "Vert, oh my god."
My fingers aren't enough.
He talked about a toy, and now I'm thinking about him using one on me because he doesn't feel like I deserve the real thing.
"Oh my gosh, because he doesn't like me."
He does like me.
He picked up the phone.
He stayed on the call.
I squeeze one of my nipples, choosing to use the flat of my hand to rub up against myself as I continue to twist my fingers inside.
I’m restless now.
I know I'm going to get close. I slow my teasing to just my clit. Quick tight flicks that make me flinch.
I'm gonna get close. Faster I flick and harder I flinch.
I have to get close. I start moving my fingers inside me again, searching for that spongy flesh that will take me over the edge.
Then I picture those thick lips and how they turn down whenever I say something to displease him.
"Oh my—" That's all it takes.
He wants to catch me. He suspects what I’m doing. He wants me to stop.
For what? The world's a lot better without those men that he seems to have some concern for. If only he knew.
If only he knew.
But he doesn't.
It was my job once, and now it feels like my duty to repurpose my skills for something new.
It'd be blasphemous to my title as an asset if I weren't doing things to benefit the family.
If Vert doesn't understand my motives or why I'm doing what I'm doing, that’s too bad. I won't allow him to get in my way.
I get up and clean myself off. I’ll never let him catch me, and I'll certainly never let him stop me doing what I've been doing all along.
It takes me several hours to get back into my full ensemble, complete with lime green platform boots with pink buckles.
They match the pink and green interlocking heart mini dress I’m wearing that clings tight to my body.
My pink curls bounce from two high ponytails.
I’m thankful that I have the perfect shade of green glitter to match the outfit.
It peeks over spiky lashes and finishes what I deem appropriate for catching prey.
My phone buzzes on the bathroom sink momentarily pausing the sugary, sweet music playing from the speaker.
Queen R: Where are you?
I’m done just in time, it turns out.
Nina: Coming! [[smiley face emoji]]
But first I have to go meet with the rest of the family.
I'll save my pit stop for later.