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"Bye, bitch!" Sophie responds, "you better be at my wedding tomorrow, or I'll hunt your ass down." Now this would be weird if it were two men saying that to each other, but what can I say, women are weird.

"You know, sometimes I can't see when I close my eyes. I go blind when I do that. It's weird." Arie whispered honestly into my ear, forcing a bark of laughter to escape my mouth.

"God, you're so cute. I just want to eat you up sometimes."

She smirks and shifts a little in my arms as she brings her mouth closer to my ear. "I'd like to see you try." Fuck! This woman is gonna be the death of me.

Sensing the noises, Wendy immediately flings the door open and watches Arie in horror. Stepping forward, she examines her face. "What's going on? Why is she so red and..." she felt her forehead while her eyes widen. "She's burning up."

"Hi, burger factory!" Arie beams loudly.

"Sorry, Ms. Clark. Arie just had a bit too much to drink." I say while switching back to my American accent.

"Just Wendy," she says and motions me to step in with agony clinging onto her brows and frowning them.

"Can I have some ice cream, Aunt Wendy?"

"Of course, mermaid." She runs her hand over Arie's head and steps back. "Her room is upstairs and the second one to the right. I'll be up there in a few."

I smile and nod at the woman in pajamas as I begin walking towards the stairs with Arie still in my arms, dangling her feet like a child before her left hand begins caressing my scruff. "It's so prickly and soft at the same time," her mouth begins to curl up into a smile, "just like you."

"I'm not all that soft." I wink, making her burst out laughing.

"You naughty man, Mr. Pepperoni." She giggles and nuzzles her head into my neck as I open the door to her room, letting myself in and switching the lights on with my elbow. White paint hugged all the walls except the one her bed was pinned against. The teal wall on that side held a huge poster of Arie, Wendy, and Ashton, all hugging and presumably taken at their high school graduation with Arie drowned in a red cap and gown while her brother was dressed in a white one.

Placing Arie on the bed, I slowly slide my hand up her leg to remove the gun from the strap. Smiling wickedly, I take my time torturing her like the way she did to me, but not going as far as her. I gently press the muzzle of the gun to her thigh and glide it down very slowly causing goosebumps to erupts on her skin. She shuts her eyes and swallows hard before biting her lip. I smile and remove the gun, placing it under her bed and on the beige carpeted floor.

I bring her feet up to my lap and begin unstrapping her heels one by one. Looking back up at her face, I see her smiling as I massage the soreness from her feet. "Why are you so good to me?" Her brows knit together as she attempts to study me.

"Because you're special, my love. You're brave, strong, confident, and you even slapped me." We laugh as I place her feet back onto the floor. "You need to change. You can't sleep in that dress."

"You're that eager to see me naked?" She cocks her brow at me as she tries to stand to her feet. Quickly, I grab her before she falls and opens up her head on the bedside table.

"No, you're going to do it yourself." I turn her to face the white dresser standing opposite her bed. "Where are your pajamas?"

"There," she points to the purple fuzzy pajama and white top that were dangling off her dresser. I seat her back on the bed while I fetch her clothes for her.

"Change into them, I'll be outside." I turn around and begin shutting the door when I hear her snicker and mumble "prude" under her breath which made me laugh internally. Only if she knew what's ravaging through my head right now.

After a couple of minutes of me leaning against the door, she calls out, "Leo, can you help me with something?" Opening the door, I watch her holding onto her pajama strings with a look of utter distress like the world depends on this one little thing. "Can you?"

I smile and stride towards her. Grabbing the strings, I pull on them forcefully, drawing Arie's body closer to mine as we gazed into one another's eyes. She smirks wide while I knot the strings together with my eyes never leaving hers. Knotting it another time, I yank on it and jerk her even more closer, her warm breath stroking my lips as she cocks her head up to get a better look at me. Smugly, I twirl her around and pin her back against my hard chest with my hands on her waist. "All done."

Kissing her cheek, I release her and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for her to do the same when Wendy walks in with a bowl of ice cream in her hands. Her eyes drowsy with fatigue and concern, she placed the bowl in Arie's hand. "Sit and eat." She commanded and stood there with her arms crossed in a motherly manner.

"You look exhausted," I comment and stand up to examine her health myself. Grabbing her burning hands and then feeling her forehead, my brows frown. "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine. Just got a mild headache, nothing much." She tries to shrug me off before I turn her face to me.

"Why don't you go rest?" I suggest and look at Arie. "I'll make sure she sleeps before I leave."

She smiles and mouths "thank you" before walking over to Arie and kissing the top of her head. "Goodnight, mermaid!"

"Goodnight!" Arie smiles at her aunt before she leaves and closes the door behind her.

I look at Arie's bowl that was almost licked clean. Sitting back down, I gaze at her beautiful face as she takes one last spoon of the vanilla ice cream into her mouth and moans as the sweet goodness melted in it with her eyes looking at me hungrily. Jesus! She needs to stop doing that before I get a heart attack. I shift a little and try to fix the uncomfortable thing bulging out of my pants. I quickly lift the bowl off her lap and place it next to the lamp on the bedside table.

"Time to sleep now, love." Pulling the covers from under her, I whip them over her delicate body as she settles in with her eyes searching mine silently. She closes her eyes slowly and nuzzles further into her pillow. I walk over to the light switch and turn it off to make her more comfortable before I sit back on the edge of her bed till she falls into a deep slumber. Her flawless smooth skin glowed under the moonlight that kissed her through the window with her chest rising and lowering with each steady breath she let out through her nostril until her breathing became shallow all of a sudden. I crawl on the floor to her side and grab her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to calm her down as I turn the lamp on. She flutters her eyes open and looks at me with glossy orbs.

"He took my innocence away," her voice brittle with hurt and anger. "He stole my virginity from me, ripping it to mere dirty shreds." A tear slides down the side of her face, knotting my stomach and tugging at my soul. My heart couldn't bear to see her such vulnerable state.

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