Tease

So there's this guy on Instagram. He's a recording artist I think. He's literally heart eyes. Like 😍😍😍😍😍💦💦👅👅👅 👈 that. He is fine. @Campaign_vier 👈 that's his IG. I swear he will have you smiling and falling so hard for him. His words will have you like 😀😀😀 without you even noticing. Check him out if you want to. You won't regret it. He's a sweetheart and he'll make you feel like a queen with his words. P.S. He's a freak. Dirty and sexy asf.

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My week is shitty and I don't know what to do with myself, so here you go.

A lot of cringing went on for the past two hours going over this.

Enjoy.

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"Gorgeous?"

"Go away."

I'm drained and he's trying to wake me up on a Saturday. My bed's warm and I'm not about to get out to face the cold world. He has another thing coming. Weekends are here for sleep and if he takes that from me, he's getting kicked out. And over my balcony, since he thinks it's cute to be sneaking into people's rooms.

Last night's one of the best nights of sleep I've had, if not the best, and I'm not ready to let the feeling go. I flip onto my back and snuggle deeper into my fluffy cloud of a bed and sheets, sighing in complete bliss. If anything, that's probably why I slept so good.

"And here I thought you'd look like crap in the morning. You proved me wrong."

Is that a backhanded compliment?

I peek an eye open only to catch him standing at the side of my bed. His hazy eyes run over me slowly. I didn't know what he was saying though because I'm completely covered. Kind of. The top of the covers is tucked under my arms. I feel like I'm in a casket.

It's when I look down, that I notice what he's seeing. The covers stop just above my breasts making the rest of my chest exposed. The spaghetti straps of my tank aren't visible because they fell down my arms and for some reason, the loss of the flimsy material makes me feel naked. Very naked. Overall, the sheets hug my body like a bodycon dress. Who knew I could rock a sheet.

I look back up and he isn't where I last saw him. I start to panic. What if he's a vampire? I'm gonna die! My eyes roam my room as I try to pull the cover away from awkward places where it tucks against my body. I freeze when I zero in on him now standing at the foot of my bed with his head tilting to the side. His expression is even darker. He's gonna kill me.

"So fucking gorgeous," He murmurs to himself but I hear him.

I gasp out of reflex, hearing nothing but one part of that statement. "Don't curse," I whisper-shout at him, although there is an uncomfortable tightening in my lower stomach causing me to unknowingly press my thighs together.

His eyes snap down to my covered legs at my movement, making me freeze. When he looks back up at me, a dangerous smirk plays on his lips and a lustful glint in his eyes. My breathing speeds up when he crouches down on the edge of my bed and starts crawling up--over me.

Ummm... I'm Christian!

But are you really?

I believe in the faith!

But the thought won't pass my lips. I can't speak, and by the time he's hovering over me, I'm shaking and my heart's running in my chest. He's still wearing that killer smirk that causes violent tingles to spread throughout my body.

My whole body pulses in excitement, but mostly fear and shock at what he's doing. If my parents happen to march in here like always, we're screwed.

Slowly, he lowers his body on top of me. I'm hot all over and it's getting too much for me to process all this. One of his legs settle between mine--or tries to--and he leans down, his face dangerously close to mine. I  think he's about to kiss me, when, at the last second, he turns his head to bury his face in my neck. Then he starts kissing my neck and I all but melt. My eyes flutter shut and I sigh, almost wistfully. No, it's definitely wistful. Wistful on overdrive.

It isn't like what I hear girls in the bathroom describe. How their boyfriends or anyone they hook up with would bite down and it'd hurt a little. But Arthur's just kissing and it feels amazing.

I turn my head slightly so his lips and tongue can explore more of my neck. His lips are cool against my skin, and he smells fresh--like he went home and came back. I didn't dwell on it though. Not that I don't want to; I can't think.

I don't try to keep my eyes open from the immense pleasure that sends shocks running through my body. I've never felt this way before and I don't want it to stop. My mouth falls open and I try my best to keep my whimpers and erratic breathing quiet. His actions are slow and steady, stirring something in the pit of my stomach. He pulls at the skin of my neck softly with his teeth making me gasp. My hand shoots up to tangle in the hair at the back of his head, involuntarily. He keeps placing open mouth kisses on my neck, never slowing down and never speeding up. Just that agonizingly steady pace.

His hand moves slowly up my side and I internally curse the sheets that still cover me. Maybe it's a sign? A symbol of Jesus. I'm burning under them and his body, which makes sense...

His palm presses down on my side as his hand slips higher, throwing all my thoughts in the trash by my bed. I arch into him as I try to spread my legs, my other hand goes to his back--my fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

Out of nowhere, he lets out a low hoarse chuckle and then he's off me.

"I brought these," he says. He's next to my bed again I can tell but I can't see him. My vision is clouded.

I don't look at him, too busy trying to calm down my erratic heart, slow my breathing, and get out of my lust-filled haze. I blink uncontrollably and my breathing causes my whole body to move.

What was that? Sinful, Grace!  That was just downright wrong! Arthur is the devil. He came here to rob me of my innocents. That won't happen. I won't allow it.

"Gorgeous?"

I can't even look at him. How can he just make me forget my morals like that? What part of Hades did they send him from? What did I do to-

"Grace?"

It felt so good, though. I probably shouldn't even be thinking about it anymore but the guy made me want to sin over and over again. Repeatedly. Bad, Grace! It's wrong, but I want that. I can't confirm that I want it from him because I don't know the guy that well but I want him.

His lips, his tongue, his body on mine- I let out a groan. What's wrong with me?

"Grace?"

That did it. "What!" I snap my head in his direction, glaring. Can he not interrupt my thoughts right now.

His eyebrows raised at my unwelcoming tone. That's when I see he's holding something out to me. He has a bottle of water in one hand and two brownish-red pills in the other. "For your ankle." I try not to acknowledge the same stupid smirk on his face.

With an aggravated huff, I push the sheets back and sit up, taking the open bottle and pills. I downed both of them once and chug the water, throwing the empty bottle at him. He catches it and laughs, but I ignore him and kick my legs over the side of my bed carefully. I limp toward my bathroom without even glancing at him.

"Do you want help?" He asks, his tone mocking and I scowl.

I don't let him get to me, just keep my eyes on the destination. As soon as I'm safely inside, I shut the door loudly, not too loud to where my parents would come knock on my door though, I wouldn't do that to Arthur as much as I hate him right now. Even through the barrier, I hear his low laugh.

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"How'd you sleep?" My mom asks, taking a sip from her mug. "Have trouble with your ankle at all?"

"Horrible. But no, not really." I stab at my scrambled eggs mercilessly with a scowl on my face that hasn't left in the past hour.

The frustration of what happened this morning is obviously the main reason. And it mostly had to do with my lack of control and desperation rather than Arthur making a fool out of me.

My mother, Arthur and I, currently sit around the cream-colored, marble top island for breakfast. My dad isn't here because, according to my mother, 'He's in hiding'. My mom made us breakfast and while I was miserable and mopy, Arthur's practically inhaling his eggs and bacon--irritating me with his presence.

The smarty-pants had gone back to his house, from my balcony, and came back over by the front door. He manipulated my mom and came up "to get me" for breakfast.

He did me wrong and he is going to pay.

Normally, I wouldn't mind it one bit if he's with me, but right now... he's a definite pain in the rump. His smugness just floats freely around the room and the looks he gives me just spikes my rage even more. The demon child. He knows what he does to me and mocks me about it and if he keeps on I'm going to cut hi-

Grace!

Ugh! He's riling me up. That gigantic fat head! Does he not have a home?

"What happened? Didn't you elevate it like I told you to?" I look up at my mother.

I nodded. It was definitely elevated. "I slept fine. Just had trouble getting comfortable that's all."

I keep my gaze away from Arthur because if I have to see his taunting face--that I know's turned to me--I'm chucking my fork at it.

"What about you, Arthur?" She's smiling at him.

"Best sleep I've had in a while, honestly."

I grit my teeth and stuffed my mouth full of food.

You are going to regret messing with me Arthur Kingsley.

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After that annoying breakfast, Arthur follows me back up to my room where I take a shower not long after. He'd knock on the door to tell me he was leaving to go help his mom with something, and I replied to that by wishing he'd fall and break his arm. In my head, though. I could never say that to someone, there's this thing called karma, and knowing me, that would probably end up happening to me on my way down the stairs.

I take care of myself in the shower. You know the things you do in the shower? Yeah. I take my bras that are still hanging down the curtain on the bar and put them away in my dresser. They were new ones so I'd hand-washed them--because I didn't have anything to do--and left them up there to dry.

Now I'm busy moisturizing my body, in a white lace underwear and bra set because I wanted to match my brace. I find myself smiling when I look down. I really like my body, it's just so... full and pretty. I like how my bra held my heavy breasts, pushing them up and how my butt is almost always swallowing my underwear as if it's demanding to be seen but no one ever sees it. Unless it's in my pants and they're looking, then... But then again, that does get annoying. I like to feel contained.

I grab a towel to dry my hair instead of the blow dryer. I hate that thing. I run the towel through my hair furiously for a few minutes. I throw the damp towel on top of my hamper and move toward the mirror above my sink. My curly hair is all over the place, but framing my face perfectly. I think I'm going to dye it again. A different color.

I make one of those faces that most models make when they're taking pictures, just to do it.

I am fiiiine. I think as I take in my unruly hair, pink pouty lips, perfectly plucked eyebrows--props to my mom--and my long lashes. I don't know how I have all of this naturally and some girls are dying for it. I'm truly blessed aren't I. I grin at myself in the mirror, pleased.

I limp my way to my bathroom door, opening it and walking into my room.

Arthur is sitting on the edge of my bed typing on his phone when I get out. I'm walking to my dresser, but remember I'm not wearing anything, and I stop.

Arthur is in my room! And I'm naked!

Well not completely- but I'm naked!

Carefully, I spin on my heels, noticing that the phone that was in his hands is now on the floor as he gapes at me. His hands seem to be frozen in place from when he held it. What is he doing here? He said he was going home!

"Didn't I tell you not to break into my room again?" I say lowly in a hiss. This boy has a hearing problem.

I look him up and down. His hair is wet and he looks fresh in grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and vans. Well... aren't you good looking. He looks really good and the fact that his biceps are straining against his shirt doesn't help my concentration.

I blink a couple of times and lift my eyes back to his face. His mouth is closed now but his eyes don't stop moving over me. I can't help feeling smug about it. I knew this was the right color for today.

Paybacks a female dog. "You said you had to go home." My voice doesn't break him out of his trance but he still tries to answer. Tries.

"I-I-, umm, I h-had t-" He tries to keep his eyes on mine but only succeeds for about two seconds before they go back to roaming.

"Yeah..." I lean forward slightly, holding back a grin at his tongue-tied state. I'll take advantage of this.

I bring both my hands up over my head, linking them together and stretched. I catch something move... His pants. On instinct, my eyes zero in on the new bulge in his sweats. I hold back most of the blush threatening to consume my face and meet his eyes. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth nervously,  I drop my arms, causing my breasts to bounce and his eyes focus on that now.

I turn my back on him to go to my dresser. He groans. It's the hottest sound I've ever heard, and it makes my face burn.

I walk over to my full-length mirror like I always do after every shower. I stand in front of my mirror and stare at myself. Half the reason is to just stare and give myself compliments, and the other is to check the improvement of my acne on my face and on my shoulders. It's bad.

Almost every morning, I used to think to myself, 'Why doesn't he want me?', as I stared at myself in the mirror. Always wondering if I'm the only person that sees me or that my mind is just playing games and I should just hate myself like everyone else seemed to. Back then, it was all about John.

Now, all I can think is, 'He wants me', because as I stare at Arthur through my mirror and him staring right back at me, Arthur isn't hiding anything. Nothing at all. I'd never thought the day would exist when Arthur Kingsley would be sitting on my bed, not taking his eyes off my body.

He'd always been one of those guys that girls admired and gushed over from afar because they thought that he'd never give them the time of day. Well, he would... if they were hot enough. I didn't gush over him, but I did admire. That, and I had a boyfriend, who I'd always been loyal to, and even though he didn't return the favor, I'm still happy that I was. He knows what he lost.

"Do you like the color?" I ask him sweetly through the mirror, making sure my eyes don't stray to the evident bulge in his pants. He's not even being subtle about it.

I let out a giggle that's almost delirious when he nods eagerly. He's too cute.

"You're so cute." I smile at him.

My jaw all but drops when a tinge of red coats his cheeks. I turn around and limp over to him. Sexy, right? I need to see this up close. Sure enough, the closer I get, the redder his cheeks got. "You're blushing." I grin at him and he glares up at me. I'm almost standing between his legs, still trying not to look down too much.

"Shut up." He scowls, then, in seconds he pins me on the bed, straddling my thighs. "I know what you're doing." He narrows his eyes at me as I try not to laugh in his face. Poor boy.

I put on a teasing smile, acting as if he's not affecting me. "Yeah? What's that?" I lift myself up from the bed to spread my hair out since it's still kind of wet and feels very uncomfortable on my skin. My chest brushes against his and he looks down between us. Smirking, I drop back down causing them to bounce again and he groans, burying his face in my neck.

"Why are you doing this to me?" His voice came out muffled.

"I'm not doing anything." I choke on a laugh. "You're the one on top of me."

He leans back to meet my gaze, his eyes still in slits. I bat my eyelashes at him dramatically. He shakes his head at me as if disappointed. "I thought you were better than this, Gorgeous," he says.

I blink at him in shock, taking offense. "I am." I almost exclaim. What's that supposed to mean?

"If you were you wouldn't be doing this to me." He pouts at me but I can tell it's fake.

I roll my eyes at him and push him, making him roll over onto his back on the bed. I didn't think about what to do next. I throw my leg over his hips and straddle him. He blinks up at me, his mouth open and his eyes glazing. I don't blame him. I'm winging this. I actually don't know what I'm doing, but I see it in movies, so why not? I place my palms on his stomach, loving the feeling of his muscles under my hands, then lean down so my chest presses into his, and smile at him.

"Oh, damn," he mutters, his breathing getting heavier.

One of his hands trails down my side, over my hip, down my thigh and back up to grip the flesh hanging out of my lace underwear. "You're nasty." The irony. His voice is low and husky, the lust evident in his eyes. His hand eases up, and the sharp slapping sound of it landing back on my butt sounded through the room. It was more sounding than hurting, and that's why I gripped his shoulders in panic.

"Are you- my mom might hear that!" I say hurriedly, reaching back to hold his hand where it is so he doesn't do it again.

I can't deny that I like it though. And I like it a lot.

"I doubt that," he says, his eyes shining with amusement.

My eyes widen. "If she's walking down the hallway she might!" I hiss.

But from the look on his face, I can tell that my expression wasn't exactly shouting "stop". If anything, I want him to do it again.

He's having too much fun.

With that thought, I shake my head and lean down to press a kiss to the base of his throat. His head falls back on the bed almost instantly and I save that thought for future use. If there even is a future. I lower myself on him and bite my tongue to hold back the sound wanting to get past my lips. He's right there. Wow. He's stirring the same feeling in the pit of my stomach, just like this morning.

This is so bad, but it's payback. This is necessary. Focus Grace, don't give in.

I nibble at the skin of his neck with my teeth and move my hips at the same time. He lets out a low groan and my lips part on their own accord. This feels so good. Don't give in. So I kiss down to the junction where his neck met his shoulder, then all the way back up, below his jawline. He groans a little louder, so I stay there. I bite down, pulling the area between my teeth gently and kissing it until I can hear his breathing getting longer each time he inhales. My hands slide down his chest and under his shirt, feeling his smooth skin. His breath hitch and he thrusts his hips up, while both his hands gripped my butt, holding me down on him. I bit down hard on his neck to compose myself, my nails digging into his abs.

This is sin, but it feels so good. I roll my hips the same time he thrusts upward. My own breathing is getting shallow because he was right there. Right there. My face flushed. This is really really bad. I continue kissing and nipping at his neck, biting down and pulling it between my lips then my teeth. Another sharp slap sounds through the room, then seconds later I feel the sting and him digging his fingers into my butt.

With one more roll of my hips, I lean up to his ear. "You weren't very nice this morning." Then I rip myself from his arms, grabbing some clothes quickly from my dresser and ignoring the sharp pinch in my foot from putting too much pressure on my ankle. I hurry to the bathroom as much as I can and just before I lock the door, I hear him curse my name.

His anger is evident and I can't help but smile in triumph.

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"Mom, I'm hungry!" I shout into the open house as I make my way down the stairs, a scowling Arthur right behind me.

Yup, Arthur's been scowling at me like a five-year-old who didn't get his way since I came out of my bathroom in high-waist shorts and a white crop top, and I was the one smiling that time. Now we both know how the other felt this morning. Him being his grumpy self asked me if I couldn't wear more clothes and I had to kindly remind him that he's in my house. It feels good to have the upper hand.

And apparently, he didn't break into my room like I thought he had. He told me that after I was practically trying to push him over my balcony rail.

"Go find something to eat!" She shouts back from the living room.

I let out a huff, frowning. "Fine," I grumble to myself. "Ooohhh lucky charms!" I squeal, clapping my hands when I enter the kitchen.

I make my way over to the cupboards, taking down my lucky charms from the top shelf. Being 5'8 and counting, the top shelf isn't such a problem for me as it seems to be for most girls my age. From what I've heard in school. At first, the height difference bothered me, and I did everything to be as close to the ground as possible, but I learned to love it after a while. Actually, my dad sat me down and we had a long talk about why I should appreciate my height. It was helpful.

I place the box on the island and go to the fridge for milk and grab a bowl on the way. I sit on one of the bar stools and fill my bowl with lucky charms. I shake the carton of milk before taking the cap off and pouring it into the bowl.

Guess this is lunch.

Ready to eat, I lift my hand to my spoon, only there is no spoon. I pout at the bowl, contemplating whether I should use my hand, drink it, or get a spoon. I really don't want to get up. I sigh in despair and start to get up only for a spoon to clatter on top of the counter next to me. I look up, beaming at Arthur who's walking away. He's still being a sore loser and doesn't even look at me.

"Thanks," I chirp, before eating. I watch as he rounds the island and sits across from me but still not looking at me. I shrug and go back to stuffing my face.

After a couple of spoons, I feel his stare, so I look up. My eyes met with his chocolate brown ones. His elbows rest on the countertop and his fists balled under his chin. I stare back at him for a silent moment.

"Waaa som?" I ask him through a mouth-full of lucky charms, holding out my spoon and bowl to him. His lips twitch, fighting a smile, and keeping his blank face as he stares at me.

My head tilts at him slightly, and I frown. I want to see his smile. I push my lips together and lean forward, sending him air kisses. That does it. It's a small one but he smiles. I lean back with a smile of my own through my puffy cheeks, satisfied.

That's when I hear my mother say the words I've been dreading while in this house.

"Welcome home, Andrew."

And I know, he's going to die.

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So I figured I'd put this at the end since no one wants to read shit at the beginning of chapters anymore.

I've been wanting to create a number of Facebook groups for my books, especially for this one, but since no one really follows me on their (which I'm not angry about) it hasn't happened yet.

Anyone who's for it, go ahead and follow me @ Jessica Su. You'll know which one's me. And let me know what books you'd like me to make groups for and we can come up with names (if you read most of my stuff).

Also, follow me on Instagram where I've been trying (keyword) to be more active @ myqueens29 and I might update a chapter or two of the rewritten version of HCMG that I've been working on. I'm not manipulating you guys, I just want to interact with you more, and I've been wanting to put up a chapter for the rewritten version, I just don't have to motivation to do it.

I feel so dead inside these days and not much brings me joy except writing and I'm hoping getting close to you guys again can change that.

And one last question; How do you guys feel about me posting my updates beforehand? I'll do it mostly on Instagram, but I feel like that's more motivation for me to get shit written when I know you guys are expecting it at a certain time.

Hope you loved the chapter just as much as you used to, and I really hope all your weeks are going much better than mine so far. xoxo