Amy started pacing the floor of her apartment. She was thinking so rapidly it was almost as if she was thinking of nothing at all. Except, she had a date with Richard in two nights. There were many thoughts to be had on this subject.
He's so handsome and he seems so nice and sweet why do I feel so weird about this? Maybe I'm just nervous. This could be great! Except for that I've already lied to him. On the first day we met. About Blake. Fuck Blake. Oh wait, already did that. So yeah. What happens if this gets serious? Do I tell him about Blake? No. My past is my business right? But then I would be keeping it from him. That's the same thing as lying isn't it? Oh god this is doomed. I'm doomed. I'm too messed up to have a successful relationship. God I'm so dramatic! It's a first date Amelia pull yourself together!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from her phone. She reached for it on her desk and clenched her jaw when she saw it was from Blake. He made everything more complicated.
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Heyy. Busy?
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Yeah I'm about to take a shower, gunna leave soon. What's up?
"
She cringed after she instinctively pressed send, knowing her unconscious impulse to be perceived as innocently provocative in her texts to him would only cause more trouble and confusion. She noted that even though he made things difficult for her she seemingly liked to goad reactions from him that were sexual and flattering.
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Somethins gunna be up if you keep talkin about being in the shower
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I don't have time for this I'll ttyl ok?
" Amelia set her phone down and made her way to the bathroom but heard it buzz again. She froze and tried to will herself to keep walking forward but couldn't manage it and walked back to her phone in defeat.
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What r u doing to be too busy for me?
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Amelia sighed.
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Just have a lot to do today? I'll try and text you later
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Im around the corner at the cafe if u change ur mind. ;)
"
Amelia internally smirked as she walked to her bathroom. She plugged her phone into a speaker on her counter and played music while she waited for the water to get hot. She tried to be quick so that she would be forced to ignore any further contact Blake would attempt.
As she stepped into the water and started shampooing her hair she tried to get lost in the music but found herself thinking about Richard again.
He seems so great. I should be happy for myself to be going on a date with someone so great. That's what I'll do. I'll be happy for myself. It's ok to deserve something good Amelia
.
At this she was able to calm her thoughts down long enough to appreciate her favorite song that had shuffled itself into playing through the speaker hooked up to her phone. She started singing rather loudly to it. She found herself feeling better with every lyric and every improvised and ridiculous dance move. She was never this care free and immersed outside of the shower and (with Blake at least) the sheets.
As she ran soap down her torso she performed some top-notch body rolls to the attentive green eye on the Herbal Essences bottles in front of her. She started head banging while she flipped her hair over to scrunch the conditioner into her tresses. She tried to booty-womp while head banging but that didn't work out so well as she almost slipped.
This scared her a little into calming down her anxiety-exorcising-dance but she continued to sway her hips while her feet stayed in place to minimize any hydroplaning that might occur.
When she had finished she smiled out a relaxed sigh as she turned off the water. She slid her curtain open and stepped out onto her bath rug.
"Fuck." she exclaimed aloud as she realized she had forgotten to set out a towel for herself. She turned off the music and went out of her bathroom hoping not to drip too much water on the carpet on the way to the cabinet.
However when she took a step outside of the bathroom her stomach dropped onto the floor as she saw Blake sitting on her bed with a smirk and her towel on his leg.
"WHAT THE FUCK" she screeched, covering herself with her hands. She went back and hid everything but her head behind the bathroom door. Blake chuckled.
"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?!" she yelled.
"I've been here a bit." he replied throwing the towel over his shoulder and walking over to her.
"YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT YOU FUCKING CREEP GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!" Her cheeks burned red and she felt utterly humiliated. There's no way he didn't hear her singing or see her dancing since he had crept in and stolen her towel at some point. She wished the earth would swallow her whole at that very moment.
"Your door was unlocked sweetheart so that's on you." She hid her head behind the door as he got closer.
"That is a SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP thing to do Blake!"
"Nonono." he said as he forced the bathroom door open. "The fucked up thing to do is to tell me you're about to be wet and naked and not invite me. Not cool Amelia." he joked.
"Fuck you! Get out!" she yelled as she nakedly pushed him hard in the chest. She snatched the towel but he caught the other end and beat her out in strength immensely so was able to get it back very quickly.
This tug-of-war pulled her into his body and he took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her and force her to stay still.
"God you have no manners Baby Bird. I'm your GUEST." She fought hard to push him away but couldn't help noticing his distinct, arousing smell and the warmth of his body on her skin. He leaned down and kissed her neck while he held her wrists in place.
"Get off me you bastard!" she shook her head away, her body's growing warmth betrayed her embarrassed preference for him to leave. He wrapped his foot behind hers to trap her legs in place. He kissed up and down the curve of her neck with an excruciatingly slow pace. He smiled when he heard her breath quicken as he went on. He slipped both of her wrists into one of his hands noting their waning resistance. His free hand he ran down her upper back, down her side until he gripped her ass hard. She gritted her teeth.
"I could call the police on you, you asshole." She spoke, giving a weak attempt at tugging her wrists free. He chuckled and he bit slowly into her neck. She felt his cock harden on her leg as she trembled from the pain and pleasure of his vampire-like display. His hand roamed her body as he licked his tongue up her neck to her ear. She inhaled sharply in an attempt not to moan but couldn't hide her quivering under his hot breath.
He licked up the edge of her ear and back down it until he got to her lobe.
"You're not going to though are you?" he spoke softly but in his sexiest, deepest voice. He put his mouth over her earlobe and dragged his teeth on it. Amelia couldn't help but whimper loudly.
Blake gave a triumphant smile at the defeated woman in his hands. He then kissed her hard which she hungrily returned. He let her arms go and she wrapped them around his neck, pressing her body into his. He lifted her slightly and slammed her against the wall with his body, still kissing her, knocking a framed picture to the ground. He broke their bonded lips to violently remove his shirt and as she undid his belt buckle they reunited.
Amelia was so mad at him, both at how he had embarrassed her and how he was able to force her into primal arousal when she wanted to beat the shit out of him. She was so wet already. He knew her neck and ears were sensitive and she noticed how increasingly easy it had become for him to achieve his desired reactions from her body. She felt angry at her body for betraying her but the fire he brought out in her could only be described as divine.
She pushed him off.
"You're such a fucking dick!" she shouted. She marched over to him and pushed him again.
He furrowed his brows and pulled her into another kiss.
"What's your point?" he bit her lip.
"Fuck you! You can't just show up at someones house like that!" she half spoke half moaned. He reached down and massaged one of her breasts in his hand, she shook again.
"I think I can Baby Bird. I get what I want." he breathed into her ear as he pinched her nipple.
At this point they had traveled across the room enough to where Amelia kissed him hard and with a free hand reached to open the front door, in one fell swoop she pushed him outside, slammed the door, and locked it. He was now trapped outside her apartment in only his boxers.
"WHAT THE FUCK AMY!" He banged on the door as she laughed.
"LET ME IN!" He jostled the door knob so hard she feared he would tear it off.
"Hmmm, I don't know if I want weirdo creeps in my apartment right now but thanks!" She teased just on the other side of the door.
For a moment there was silence.
"Amy someones coming!! Let me in!!" he pleaded as he heard footsteps and keys jingling.
"Please Amy! I'm sorry!" She let him have one more moment outside before she opened the door with a smug face right as someone turned the corner in the hall.
He pushed the door open and looked at her furiously as he entered, kicking the door closed with his foot.
"You must think you're reeealll funny." He said with an angry grin. She laughed at him but backed away from his intimidating advances.
"I sure do."
"You little bitch." he growled and grabbed her by the throat. He pushed her to the bed and removed his boxers before he climbed on top of her, continuing to hold her throat. She continued to wear a gloating expression.
He slid his hand from her throat to her hair, pulling it hard. At this she reached her hands up to try and release his grip but once again he proved stronger.
Blake brought his face close to hers. "You must want me to fucking kill you." He said with a smile and wide eyes.
"How's it feel to be embarrassed Blake?" He tugged her hair harder and she grunted. "You don't seem to be handling it well." She smiled.
He flipped her over. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head.
"I don't know Amy." He smacked her ass hard. "How about I open the door again and all your neighbors can see what a whore you are, getting your ass smacked in the middle of the day?" He smacked again. "How does THAT feel?" once again his hand came crashing down on her backside.
She moaned and gasped at the pain. "Feels kinda good." she teased. He smacked her even harder and it stung her ass cheek deep. She yelled at that.
