♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
?Don’t Copy Or Repost?
❣️Episode 08❣️
?Gwen’s pov?
“Hey dad.” I ki-ssed him on the cheek and sat down at the dinning chair beside his. “How was your night?”
“Great. How was my princess’s night?” He smiled.
I dramatically rolled my eyes. “Fine but,” I ran my w-et tongue over my dried li-ps, getting very serious now. “Dad, it’s enough you are calling me princess but don’t you think you’ve gone too far by scribbling the word in front of my door?”
“You know I love calling you that.” He explained.
“I know and no matter how ha-rd I try to change your mind from calling me princess, you won’t.” I sighed. “But I can’t have the word imprinted on the door…geez, I hate that word like crazy. It’s so girly, cheesy, annoying, stu…” I was going to add the word ‘stupid’ when he cuts me off.
“Okay, that’s enough.” He chuckles. “You must really hate the word, huh?” I quickly nodded my head like a kid, hoping he would change his mind against calling me princess. “Fine.”
My eyes went wide in total happiness and I just couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Really? So you will stop calling me princess?”
“Of course not.” Boom! My smile faded away and a de-ep frown replaced my ones happy face _It’s official, dad is nothing but a joy killer_ “I’ve told you countless number of times that I won’t change anything the habit of calling you princess. But,” He paused. “You can take out the word from the door but… it’s gonna break my heart.” He said, feigning hurt.
I furrowed my brows at him. “Are you doing the emotional blackmail on me?”
“Is it working?” We both suddenly burst into laughter, holding our stomach as we kept laughing.
“You are such a scam!” I said in between laughter.
“I learnt from the best.” Dad shrugged.
“You learnt from the best? Who?” I questioned.
“Your grandma.” He replied and just then Cleo’s mother which name I got to know was Mrs Smith walked in with out breakfast.
Wait, what grandma was he talking about?
Was it the annoying rude woman I met yesterday?
Or some sort of grandma I haven’t met.
I won’t even doubt the fact that his mother could do something like emotionally blackmailing someone…she has the talent for doing just that.
She even tried to play that card on me when I first arrived here,,,wait, you guys didn’t notice? Well, I did.
I don’t know why but I just don’t seem to like dad’s parents.
They look so pompous and annoying… I wouldn’t be surprise if I get to realize that they were actually the one who stopped dad from getting married to mom.
Maybe that was one of the reasons mom never told me about them and neither did she let me visit them or let them visit me.
Yeah, she was really protective of me but why exactly did she let me go now?
Why did she let her anger take the better path of her?
Why didn’t she stop me as I walked out of those doors?
Tsk, she didn’t even look at me as I went neither did she bide me goodbye neither did she even call me to know whether or not I’ve arrived New York or if I was enjoying my stay here.
She just don’t care! And now, I begin to question myself…does mom really care about me? Does she love me? Maybe she once did but got tired as time went on.
“Breakfast is served!” Mrs Smith announced, smiling warmly at me.
I smiled back at her. “Thanks. But um, is there cereals?”
Dad gave me a puzzled look. “Cereals? Do you want to eat cereals with the food?” Eww, no. He was already scrunching up his face.
“Eww, of course not. Which normal person will eat cereals and pasta? Definitely not me. Why will you even think that I would do something as disgusting as that?” I cringed.
“If you don’t want to eat it then what do you want to do with it?” He asked.
“Eat it.” I answered.
“And the pasta?”
I shook my head calmly. “I want to eat something light like cereals.” I shrugged.
“Your mother told me you are a heavyweight eater. She said you don’t joke with your food at all and she made me promise her not to starve you or anything…not like I will starve you or anything,” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you okay, princess? Do you want me to call for the doctor? I…”
He was overreacting right now and honestly, I can’t believe mom would say things like that to dad. I can’t believe she cares this much for me.
“Dad, I’m completely fine. Maybe mom might have forgotten to tell you the most vital part and that’s the part of me being a lightweight eater during breakfast. I love eating cereals in the morning and cupcakes before eating heavy food during lunchtime.” I explained.
“Cupcakes?” Dad repeated.
“Yes, cupcakes.” I looked back at Mrs Smith, smiling. “Is there?”
“Sure. I will be right back with it.” She walked away.
I stared back at father who was staring right back at me. “Why are you staring at me like that, dad?”
“Are you sure you are fine?”
“Completely, dad. And stop overreacting, you are acting like a mom right now.” I laughed. “Oh, that reminds me, I looked around the kitchen last night but did not find any cupcake, why?”
“I don’t eat cupcakes, baby.” He stated, taking a spoonful of the looking delicious pasta.
“But I do.” I pouted.
“Well, you just moved in with me yesterday, remember?”
“Yeah but…” I sighed, pretending to be feel depressed.
Honestly, lack of cupcakes can make me feel that way _depressed_
“Hey, stop looking that way now, sweetheart. Don’t worry I will have Cleo bake you some cupcakes today.”
Cleo? My eyes went wide at that.
“Cleo bakes cupcakes?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Cleo bakes cupcakes.” Cleo said from behind, coming up with my bowl of cereals, smiling. “Mom said you wanted cereals.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” I collected the bowl of cereals from her and dropped it on the table. “So, you bake?” I asked again.
I don’t know why but something keeps pulling me towards Cleo. Maybe it’s for the fact that for the first time ever I’m relating to a girl….as you guys already know, I don’t mingle with girls until Cleo.
“Yeah. I love baking actually.” She said. “Milk?”
“Don’t worry I will do that myself.” I grabbed the can of milk from her. “So, what do you like baking?”
Why does it feel like I’m forcing myself to start a conversation with her? Am I the only one feeling it? Okay, maybe it’s only my imagination or thoughts.
“Anything. Especially cupcakes.” She winked. Aww, so cute. Wait, what did I just say? Scrap that word.
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“I obviously didn’t tell you.” She smiled. “Anyway, I should leave you to eat.”
“Are you not going to eat with us?” I asked, moving my gaze to dad to see his reaction.
“Stop looking at me that way. Cleo is more like a daughter to me and I’m completely fine with her eating at the same table as us but that is if she’s okay with that.” He said.
I darted my gaze back to Cleo. “What do you say?”
“She hesitate for a while before saying. “Thanks but no thanks. I have a lot to do in the kitchen.”
“Alright then but next time I invite you, it won’t be an option.”
She giggled, shaking her head. “Alright ma’am.” What is it about this girl that seem to be making me feel crazy? What is it about this girl I just can’t point out no matter how ha-rd I try?
She turned to leave when I called her back. “Cleo,” She turned around to look at me. “Do you mind showing me around New York…maybe we can get some stuff for baking cupcakes while we are out.” I offered.
“No problem. I’m always at your service.” She said.
“Always?” I repeated.
“Always. No matter what it may be.”
I nodded, smirking. “I will hold on to that word then.”
“Please do.” With that said, she turned around and walked away.
I was still smiling like an idiot when I heard dad’s voice which kinda brou-ght me back to the land of the living.
“I can see you and Cleo are getting along well.”
“She’s nice.” I responded, eating my cereals. “I hardly mingle with girls because…they look weak or maybe they act weak but Cleo… she’s different.”
“Different like you?” He questioned, raising a brow at me.
“Yeah but more complicated.” I stated. “I like her.” I cleared my throat. “Of course as a friend.” I quickly added.
Dad gave me a suspicious look before looking away. “So you and Cleo have made plans to hang out, huh?”
“Yup. I really can’t wait to see around this ‘great New York’” I air quoted the word with an eye roll.
“Why does that sound sarcastic?”
“Haha, you caught me.”
“Since you are getting pretty along with Cleo, what do you think about going to the same school as her?”
“New school?” I gro-aned.
“Come on, you will have Cleo around.” He said with the aim of encouraging me.
“Do I have an option?” He laughed, shaking his head. “So when do I start?”
“Monday. Since you and Cleo wants to hang out today, you can just use that as an opportunity to shop for new clothes…just make the best use of this weekend.” He dug out a black exclusive credit card from his pocket and handed it over to me. “You can use this to shop.”
“For Cleo and I, right?” I asked.
“Of course.”
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?Alexis’s pov?
“Have you ever tried pleasuring yourself?” Kathy asked as we walked down the aisle of the se-x toy sto-re.
“Don’t you have any shame saying those words like that?” I questioned.
“Come on, Lexi. Most people will think you are still a vir-ginwhen obviously, you are not. And besides, what’s so bad in asking my girlfriend such question?”
“Can you be less wild?” I asked her, making up my face.
“Can you be less innocent?” Kathy winked, smiling.
“Here,” Pearl handed me a black di-ck , grinning from ear to ear at me. “Huge, right?”
“Black? Why black?” I asked, disgustedly.
“You hate black guys?” They both asked in unison, giving me a confuse look.
“Have I ever dated one?” I questioned, rolling my eyes at them.
“You might not have but that doesn’t mean you won’t like dark guys with dark d…” Pearl began but I quickly cut her off.
“Don’t even think of saying that shit right now.” I hissed, dropping the stuff back to where Pearl had picked it from. “How did I even become friends with you guys?”
“It was fate, baby.”
“Completely.” Kathy added, laughing.
Hey, if you are thinking that shit,,,then stop it.
I know you might be asking yourself; why did you accept to go out with your friends if you just wouldn’t like where they might take you to? Or why are you acting so innocent? Or why are you getting mad at your friends who are only trying to help out here? Well, listen…I know I was going out with my friends to a shopping mall and not to a freaking se-x toy! Secondly, I am not innocent. I’ve had countless s-ex with Rowan although, it isn’t very pleasurable. And lastly, I am not getting mad with my friends over anything, I’m only…they are just annoying, okay?
But hey, they might be wild, annoying, gamer, crazy,,,name them but one thing for sure was, they were priceless!
“You know what, I’m gone. I’ve made myself list to get in the shopping mall.” I said, walking away with them trailing after me from behind.
“So you are not going to get anything from here?” Pearl questioned.
“Nope.” I replied without even glancing at her.
“Tsk, you are a joy killer.” She clic-ked her tongue, staring over at Kathy. “Kat, why don’t we look around and get ourselves some toy?”
“Without Lexi?” Kathy questioned.
“She doesn’t want to get anything but as to me, I want to get myself something…a huge black di-ck .” She ran her tongue over her li-ps, seductively.
“Yeah right.” They turned to look at me. “Lex…”
“Don’t worry about me, just call me when you are done.” I hug-ged them both then walked away.
As soon as I stepped out of the sto-re, I let out a de-ep breath of relief…finally, I could breath well without feeling pressured by those huge d*icks around, which by the way didn’t get my horny or anything.
What’s wrong with me?
I walked down the road and found a mall at the corner of the street.
I love getting myself new dresses every weekend,,,besides, weekends are the only days I’m less busy.
It’s not like we close from school late but basically my friends suc-k at accompanying me to places of my choice, they will rather get busy by f*cking some cute jock from school than follow me to ‘boring places’ _according to them_
I walked inside the mall and met with the salesgirl.
“Hi!” I waved calmly at her, smiling.
“Hi!” She waved back. “How may I help you, please?”
“I will like to get some dresses.” I said.
“What kind?” She asked.
“I have no particular dress in mind but I can just look around for it.”
“Sure. Make sure to call for me if you need any a-ssistant.”
“Alright. Thanks.” I turned from her and walked away.
I picked out a blue gown from a rack and stared down at it, wondering if the dress will fit…I was still staring at it with confusion when someone spoke up from behind.
“That’s cute.” I turned around to see a pretty girl staring at me with a smile on her face….for some reason, she looks very familiar but where exactly have I seen her?
“Uh…you think it will suit me?” I asked her.
“Of course. You have a pretty body…and clearly that dress is made for one with a body as beautiful as yours.” I stared down at her hand, she was holding some clothes but what caught my attention was the black baggy trouser and a black leather jacket.
“Are those yours?” I asked.
She stared down at her hand before shaking her head. “No. But my boss’s daughter.”
I looked around in search of her. “She’s not around?”
“She went to get herself some cupcakes. I’m sure she will soon be here.”
I was going to say a word when my phone started ringing, I excused myself from the girl and went outside to answer the call, not after leaving the dress under the girl’s care.
I went into a secluded area to answer the call _it was Brenden calling me_ Just as I was going to answer the call, two guys approached me, smirking.
“Hey girl!” They said in unison, staggering on their feet. Wait, does people get drunk at this early hour?
“Stay away from me.” I warned, almost panicking. I was about to answer Brenden’s call when one of them snatched my phone from me. “Give that back!”
“Or what?” He challenged.
“I will scream!” Scream? Seriously? What’s wrong with me? What people will hear me if i do scream? Is it the ghost of this secluded area or what? Tsk, I must be crazy. “Stay away from me.”
The other guy stepped forward towards me and twirled my hair around his index finger. “You are s-exy. Let’s just go down and I promise not to hurt you.”
“If you touch my sister, I will kill you!” Wait, Brenden? I stared at my phone which the other guy was holding and discovered I’d picked the call before he snatched it from me.
“BRENDEN, PLEASE HELP ME!” I yelled at the top of my voice, struggling to break free from their grasp.
“Shut up, wh-ore! Matt, turn that phone off.” He said to the other guy whose name was Matt.
Matt quickly hung up the call and smashed my phone against the wall. “What have you just done!?”
“What did you just do, man?” The other guy who was still holding me asked.
“You told me to turn the phone off.” The fuc-king idiot said.
“You can do that without damaging the phone, goddamn it!”
“Oh, my bad.” Matt scratched his head after realizing his fuc-king mistake! Who the heck are all this people? How do I communicate with my friends? Who the hell is going to save me from this drunkards? Oh, God.
“So…” He was trailing his hands down my legs, going under my skirt, his fingertips were running throu-ghmy inner thi-ghs _He might be a drunkard or an idiot but shouldn’t I feel s-exually arouse from what he’s doing? Why then do I not feel anything but rather disgusted?_
“Get your f*cking hands off her!” We all snapped our heads towards the direction of the voice.
Why does her…no, his voice sound like a girl? He was wearing a black hoodie, a black leather trouser and a black boot.
I couldn’t stop myself from drooling at this bada-ss, cute and charming face. Damn, he completely looks like a girl. Does guys like this still exist?
“Geez, I can’t believe guys like this also exist here in New York as well. And here I was thinking I was done with fighting with scu-ms like those in Boston.” He clic-ked his tongue…damn, for the first time ever, I felt w-et and horny merely looking at this Savior’s face.
Does it mean that I’m okay? I mean, what if it’s just Rowan that’s not satisfying me enough? Because clearly I’m quite attra-cted to this dude.
****To Be Continued****
Question: Say one word to Alexis…well for me, I say; “Get ready to get shock, baby!”