JUNEI avoided his call last night because I was so pissed with the man who called himself my uncle. I banged the door in his face and refused to speak with him. Damn him!How could he expect me to receive that slut into the house? Did he expect me to smile at her as I shook her hands? To hell.“What's wrong? You look like you are getting ready for a fight,” Mark pursed his lips, staring at me with an amused expression on his face. He tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, looking like someone who had no form of care.“Family war, that's more like it.” I packed my books in my bag, getting ready for my next class for the day — Philosophy. I just needed the extra credit, that's all. I will drop it in my third year. But for now, I will have to endure all the boring talks about dead men and their views of the world. “Trouble in paradise? Still grounded?” He looked entertained.“You bet! That damned old man is serious this time. He watches me like a hawk!” I zipped my backpa
KRISTENA package from Dija was in the office before I got there.It was a basket, completely covered with a flower-designed wrapping foil. I made myself comfortable, smiling as I set eyes on the package placed by Edith in the centre of the table.The table brought back memories. Just as the package lay on the table, so did Dija yesterday.The thought brought a smile to my face. I am pretty sure the noticeable change in her gait before she left my office yesterday followed her home.Still smiling, I opened the wrapped gift. Neatly arranged within the basket were four items: a bottle of champagne, a body spray from the first samples from her company, a wristwatch, and three scented soaps packed in a box. A small note placed on the items read: 'A LITTLE APPRECIATION FROM MY SORE PUSSY TO YOU. XOXO.'I grinned at the note. That was what women enjoyed, wasn't it? To be fucked good, used, dominated. I put the basket aside. A knock pushed my attention to the door. "Come in." Edith w
JUNE Mark was waiting at the bleachers, playing a video game he downloaded yesterday. “Knew I will find you here, lazy bone.” I sat next to him, and placed my backpack on his thighs, focusing on the men playing football. It has been a long time since I saw them playing around like this because I'm either studying or hurrying home to my uncle who doesn't care a shit about me.He paused his game, “Through with your clarse?” He raised his brows at me.“Hmm,” I leaned my head on his right shoulder. “What are you doing over here? No more classes for the day?” “Me?” He chuckled. “You should have known how much I love going to classes. I only attend the ones I feel like attending and leave the rest to the professors.”“Doh.”I closed my eyes and allowed the voices from the men playing in the field to wash through me. “What's your type?” I suddenly asked, not even aware of the question until it left my mouth. “My type?” He grew silent, making me think he was not going to reply, but he di
JUNE Mark and I only stayed in their house for an hour before he drove me to my house. Kristen didn't try to call me after I angrily disconnected, and I didn't attempt to contact him, preferring to pretend like I wasn't jealous of the woman who could be with my uncle because she was not related to him. Why do I have to be related to him? Not that I mind, but Kristen sure as hell minded about the relationship. He's determined to treat me like a thirteen-year-old niece, who's not ready for dating, and will never be. I sneaked into my house to change my clothes before I joined Mark. I threw on a black bicker bum short, which I paired off with an off-shoulder crop white top. The top showed off my perfect flat tummy, while my bum short hugged my butt, making me look as alluring as hell. I intended to wear my white sneakers but decided against them when my eyes landed on my knee-length boots, studded with jewels. I combed through my hair, preferring to leave it that way instead of co
KRISTEN I might need therapy after all these. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Why is June doing this to me? It seems my sex life is now something she brings up at the slightest misunderstanding. What is worse is that she is slowly starting to take over most of my thoughts. "Kristen ..." Edith slowly came to my side of the car. She looked so concerned. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah, everything is fine," I replied with a bitter taste in my mouth. Slowly, fatigue began to build up inside me. I rubbed my forehead in a bid to repel the turbulence building up there. "It seems you may not meet June today. She isn't at home." "Hey, Kristen," she called out softly and moved closer to me. "Don't stress yourself over nothing, okay? She is a big girl and should be seen as one. You don't need to beat yourself up because she is growing." "It seems she is growing with a little pinch on my sanity." I don't know why Edith found it funny, but in the minute that followed, she let out a warm laugh tha
June “Come on, love," Mark tugged me into the house, and straight to a room where the loud music coming from the speaker, threatened to burst my eardrums. “Fucking hell, Mark!” I growled at him. But he didn't hear it because of how loud the music was. He led me past the students who were already dancing, and towards the area where the couches were arranged to form a heart. I sat next to him on the couch, trying not to pay heed to the men leering at my exposed thighs. I felt the urge to rise from the couch and bare my lower body, so they could see to their heart's content. But I did nothing of that sort. If I'm willing to bare my body to a man, my uncle will be the one. He's the only man I was ready to expose my body to. Mark threw his right arm over my shoulder, and brought me closer, showing the men that I came with someone. Though his actions were okay, I felt a bit uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, Mark is my best friend, and I know he sees me as such, but I felt odd being
KRISTEN A fucking party?!What the hell happened to completing a project with Mark?"Thank you, George," I appreciated after a moment of silent deliberation. "Will you be able to get across to Mark?" "Yes, I should be able to. I just hope he sees my call. It should be loud whenever he is."Must be loud since he went with June. Maybe they are even... Good looooord! I exhaled softly to calm my nerves and restrain myself from asking for Mark's number. "If you get across to him, please tell him.""I will!" "Extend my regards to the prof," I said as a sign to show that I wanted the conversation to be wrapped up. "I will! Bye."The call disconnected with a beep that made my throat dry. June at a party?I know what kids do at parties! Hell, I went to some during my lovely teenage years. Teenage parties surround nothing but drugs, cigarettes, and SEX!Considering that their hormones are just in development, I can't blame them for fucking around like horny bonobos.I threw a look at the la
JUNE“You don't have to look anxious, I just —”“She doesn't wish to speak with someone like you.” A man sat on my left, with his glare narrowed at him. Compared to the man sitting on my right, this one looked clean-shaven. His black hair is slicked to the side with a gel. His green eyes glittered with anger, staring at the man as if he were moments from throwing him away. “Why do you care? Wait for your turn mister. No one asked for your opinion, mister." The first man glared at him, looking god-damned murderous."Scurry away now that I'm asking nicely! Else I will call the security on you for harassing a lady." He huffed, looking like he was moments from throwing the man out. The first man rose from the chair, glared at the second one, and hastened out. “That's what they do at parties, constantly looking for harmless women.” The second man smiled at me, “I'm Frank, and you?”“June.” I shook his outstretched hand, comfortable with the stranger. Perhaps, it might be because of his