I immediately got into his car and adjusted my seatbelt. It's my fault anyway. Before we came here, he didn't like what I wore because he said it was revealing, but I still insisted.
The two of us were quiet on our way home in his condo; we went home.
From the elevator until he could enter, he was just profound. I feel so sad and guilty.
He went straight into his room on the second floor, and I just followed him.
I wouldn't say I like this. He is just serious and quiet. I would rather have him be severe but touchy.
He took off his t-shirt from behind and followed with his jeans. I fainted to sit on his bed and stared at him, unable to look at me.
I know he's mad and pissed off.
I heard the splash of water in the shower. So I knew he was in the shower. I blew air and rummaged in my sling bag, took the wipes, and wiped my face. I also combed my long hair and removed my Vans shoes.
The door opened, and Clinton spat with only her lower body covered in a towel.
I stared at the eight-pack of his abs down to the bulge there. Damn it.
I averted my eyes and bent down to take off another shoe and put it down. At the same time, Clinton was already wearing boxer shorts and wiping his hair. It was messy because of what he did, but it made it more handsome.
I just looked at him and did not speak. Until I went into the bathroom and washed it because I was drowsy. Is that how he wants it? Is he mad at me?
When I came out, he was already lying in bed. His right arm was over his eyes. She was lying there topless. I don't know if he is awake or asleep.
I also saw that my shoes were already on the side. That's different from what I put on before. Damn, is he like this when he's angry?
I blinked, slammed off the whole light, and turned on the lampshade on the bedside. I lay down next to him and turned away. I don't know, but my chest is tightening. I do not want this.
My eyes warmed with tears because I was hurting. We were in a bed, but he didn't hold me, and he didn't hug me. So I better go to the condo, then?
I sniffed as my tears flowed. I felt him move. I gasped again as my tears flowed again and wiped them away. I felt him move again and was surprised when he hugged me from behind and buried his head in my neck.
I don't know, but I prefer to cry.
I could feel the heat and hardness of her body. I tickled his nose on my neck.
He hugged me tighter and kissed me on the shoulder. He barely went up there to see my face.
"Don't cry, please." he wiped away my tears.
I straightened up and faced him.
The two of us were only a few feet away. Our breath hits.
I touched her cheek and caressed it. "Are you mad at me?"
His jaw tightened, and he came closer to give me a warm kiss on the lips. It stirred again before finishing.
My lips parted, and I suddenly felt the heat.
"I'm angry, but I can't stand you." he buried his face again in my neck.
"I just can't accept that others saw your panty," he said as his face buried in my neck.
My cheeks warmed at what he said-the hell.
"I'm sorry. I won't wear that short anymore."
"Promise?"
I nodded. "Yes, promise. Don't be like this because I cry when you're like this."
He bit his lip.
"I ignored you because I'm angry. When I'm angry and don't want to hurt you, I'll get angry, so I keep quiet. But that doesn't mean I'll ignore you. I'm calming my anger. " he explained.
"But still..." I felt his hand caress my thigh and slowly lower my panties.
I bit my lip.
"You must be punished for not following me." he kissed me passionately on the lips, which I reciprocated. I hooked my arm around his neck. Until he came down and pinched my thigh, he positioned himself in my middle.
And the last time I remembered, I was moaning softly with pleasure.
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I was cleaning the room when Clinton called me.
"Hello, Clinton." my answer.
"I'm downstairs. Come down here, please? "
My forehead furrowed. "Why?"
"Just come down, baby."
I smiled. "Okay, I'll come down."
"I don't want short dresses, Nicole." he reminds me again that I might be wearing shorts.
I looked at myself, and I was okay wearing it. I'm wearing a graT-shirtrt and knee-length shorts.
I got off and went to him at the bottom of the condo. He was lying in a van. Is Van using him? Weird huh?
I hugged him.
"Why are you here? I just came home from your condo."
He twisted my waist and pulled me to the back of the Van. Silently, he opened it. My eyes almost popped out.
"What the hell..." I covered my mouth.
The back compartment of the Van was full of different kinds of shoes. The brand of shoes out there is another.
"Oh my god! Clinton!" I even shook his shoulder, but he just smiled.
"That's a lot! Is that mine?"
He nodded. "That's all for you, baby. I saw your shoes last night."
I bit my lip, remembering that maybe it was on that side, and he noticed that my shoes were horrible. Embarrassing.
I nodded and hugged him. I wanted to cry again.
"Thank you. I don't know how to pay you."
He hugged me back and kissed me on the hair.
"As long as I have you, Nicole. You're enough, baby... You're enough," he whispered to me, and I cried.
I never felt such care for my parents. But I'm still lucky because someone matched the love I would have felt for my parents.