Chapter 9 One Of My Fuck Toys

• Vera's POV.
• My alarm wakes me up. I toss on the bed, fliting my hand over the nightstand, searching for the annoying thing to shut it off.
• I successfully do that and turn to face the ceiling. Shit, I feel so goddamn spent after the endless orgasm I gave myself last night.
• After the first cum, I continued to watch more arousing, hot as hell porno and it really got me off.
• I only slept around four a.m….
• Wait a minute? Four a.m?
• I erect quickly from my bed at the glaring realization. I set my alarm to wake up around 8a.m. and the fucking alarm has rang more than five times now.
• Jesus, I gasp as I look over at the clock and realize it’s almost night thirty.
• I scoot away from the bed and I hurry over to the bathroom.
• I have a swimming session roughly around ten thirty this morning and I’m this late already?
• Yeah, that’s what thinking about David does to me. I wasn’t bluffing when I said he's driving me nuts. He really is.
• I bet our coach will lash out at me. The man’s is one of my fucktoy but then we quarreled the last time we were making out in the classroom.
• I refused to let him penetrate me and he instantly went mad. He’s been looking for means to get himself inside me but I made it clear it won’t work. I guess his patience snapped the last time.
• It’s been over three weeks now and he hasn’t attempted to reach me out.
• I shrug at the thought and remove the night retainer stuck in my mouth. I brush my teeth quickly and hurry back into the room.
• Like I plan to tempt David, I remove the pajamas I woke up in and change into a white flimsy tank top that stops mid-thigh.
• I adjust my scruffy hair and glimpse myself in the mirror.
• “Let’s get started.” I whisper-mock to myself while stepping away from the mirror.
• “Oh, wait…I forgot something.” I say and hurry back into the bathroom and spay some mouthwash.
• Feeling giddy with satisfaction, I hurry away from my room. I make sure to put on a straight face while I creep down to the kitchen.
• Sounds of cutlery hitting ceramic plates file through the air and I realize the man is already down to have his breakfast.
• I make an appearance in the kitchen way and slightly pause in my tracks.
• Fucking hell, my nipples suddenly become alert at the sight of David’s big body sitting gracefully on the head seat.
• He’s cutting into his sandwich in that regal way of his that always makes me want to eat him out.
• For moments longer, I watch him. Of course, he’s yet to notice me, that’s why I seize the opportunity to look at him well.
• If I’m not mistaken, I’ve not seen him for two nights. Two good nights!
• It’s only then that I notice the slender woman sitting beside him. She again? I snap inwardly.
• Is David…dating her?
• I mean, I’ve never seen him with one woman twice except her. So she’s the one he fucked last night?
• Jeez! I thought he said she's the daughter of his business associate?
• I unknowingly clench my fists, my gaze drilling a hole in her head. There’s no doubt she’s into David.
• Shitty ass woman…chasing someone’s man! Well, except I’m the only one that knows David’s my man…
• “Kid?” David’s guttural voice pulls me away from my thoughts and I feather a look at him.
• He's skating his eyes over my skimpy tank top, and I’ll be lying to a tee if I say his looks aren’t making my boobs sensitive.
• I’m suspended in time as we share a gaze. His dark eyes slowly turn darker as he watches how my nipples slowly brush my fabric until it becomes undeniably obvious.
• I don’t know if I did it consciously or not, but I lick my lips way too slowly before I begin to hurry over to the kitchen …shoulder passing my daddy.
• “Kid!” He roars when he figures I ignored him…and of course, his…date or sex partner, whichever one she is.
• I look over my shoulder at him, and I see the pronounced veins decorating his forehead. The woman also takes me in with a single look and forces a smile on her face.
• “Hi, Vera.” She pipes up but I only shrug.
• Don’t get me wrong…I’m not rude but situations like this make me act rude.
• How can she sit right there comfortably and except me to be prissy with her whereas she’s enjoying the only man I ever want?
• And David…?
• How does he expect me to be merry and throw myself at him well aware of what he did to me? Of how he disappointed me on my big day?
• Oh, shoot…I can’t give him the impression that I’m okay with the bullshit he pulled.
• At that, I scoff and hurtle into the kitchen. I grin as I greet Irene who's washing and drying the dishes over at the sink.
• “How was night, sweetie?” She fondly calls me as she looks over me. I bet she noticed what just transpired now.
• “It was cool, Irene.” I allow myself a grin. “Are there some leftovers? I’d like to nip on something and head over to school. I have a swimming session in just about a few hours.”
• She quickly rinses her hands and dries them before inching close to me. “Yes, of course. The sandwich I reserved for you is still in the microwave….”
• Before she could finish, the ding of the microwave sounds off. She skitters to the plate rack, grabs one, and plates the sandwich.
• “Thanks, Irene.” I grin and walk to the island.
• The instant I take a seat, David voices out again. “Kid, how was your night?” He cocks his brows at me.
• “David, please just quit trying,” I utter and sink my teeth into the sandwich.
• He strokes his nose and shrugs. “I just returned from Arizona yesterday. I’m sorry I didn’t inform you I was heading over there, it was an emergency.”
• The woman stared at my daddy in wonder, her looks screaming, ‘Why the heck are you explaining yourself in such a manner?’
• Yeah, I know chicks like her and their assumption that all high-school girls are still kids. But, hello…I’m no longer one and I goddamn deserve a mountain of apologies and explanation.
• To piss David off, I stand up immediately, ignoring his words or attempt at an apology and try to bustle away from the kitchen.
• Just as I try to maneuver my way around, David gets up and seizes my arm.
• “You’re hurting me.” I snap, punctuating every sentence.
• He lets go of my arm and spits. “I already apologized, Kid. Cut me some slacks.”
• “You say it like it’s easy but it’s not, Dad. It can’t be enough. You fucking as hell missed my prom night. You do really expect me to rejoice when I see you?”
• There, that’s right. The pitch in my voice throws everyone off guard. The lady stares with her mouth in an ‘O' likewise Irene.
• I huff a long string of breath to show how pissed off I am. “You even ignored all my damn calls….”
• “Kid, I was in a meeting, that’s the reason I couldn’t pick up.” He interrupts me but I put a gap between us and walk away.
• “Soothe yourself, dad,” I utter from over my shoulder.
• I bang my room door with a heavy force, my heart meandering in my chest knowing the drama I pulled off will definitely get him annoyed.
• And, don’t even get me started on how my skimpy dress had him drooling.
• I made him get the impression that I’m pissed at him so he'll come running to me.
• And then…I’ll use that opportunity to seduce him into my trap.
• I’m just getting started, dad. You don’t know what I plan for you.
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