I struggled to open my eyes. I knew I needed to be awake but I wasn't ready to be up yet. I was kind of stuck in a limbo between sleep and full consciousness.The bed was soft and comforting and it smelled so good. I dug myself into the sheets running my hands through it. I couldn't deny the urge to get up, my full bladder was another indication.I opened my eyes slowly, my eyes adjusting to the bright room. A face appeared in the line of my sight but I closed down my eyes almost immediately. I was still dreaming and it wasn't time to wake up yet. My head was pounding and getting more sleep would actually be good for me so I closed my eyes and only opened them again for confirmation that I wasn't alone. I woke up to the most beautiful boy peering down at me. I know the correct adjectives for boys, it was just that beautiful was a better fit for me right now. He had cinnamon brown eyes that were familiar. They popped wide in shock and curiosity. He could easily fit as a child mod
CHAPTER 18: Strange feelings. *****When I got back to the room he wasn't there but there were some items laid out on the bed. My bra, my phone; fully charged, a new toothbrush, a new towel, a pack of Tampons and a new pantiesI blushed at the pink lacy panties that lay on the bed and I was extremely grateful that he wasn't in the room.Where did he get the panties from? Did he just have a stash of hot pants he gave out to girls that spent the night and needed to freshen up? That gave me a weird heavy feeling in my chest and at the same time made me feel disgusted. He had bought me expensive Tampons too. It made sense that he did because it was just three days ago I fainted in his car and if he counted well I should still be on my period. I didn't even know that it was possible to be so mortified and grateful at the same time. I should be used to him evoking these kinds of emotions in me by now. Still, I can't reconcile the fact that he could be nice to me and cold. He was always
If looks could kill the intruder would be dead from the dirty look Luka gave her. It was her hair that first caught my hand. Waist length, well straightened midnight black hair. Her hair colour was so different from Luka and his brother. She was smiling at me. I don't know why but she was. She must have noticed the tension in the room because.."Lulu you didn't tell me you had a visitor." She began walking towards me. Did she just call him Lulu? Luka the bad boy was Lulu at home. It sounded so cute and I smiled, choking back a laughter. He shot me a quick death stare and warned, "don't you ever call me Lulu." I nodded in amusement. He looked embarrassed but it just made him cute. "You know this isn't your room right? You could just learn to knock." He mumbled out at her and went back to his workstation. "You have a girl in your room, that slept overnight, I had to rush up here before you guys started making babies," she sent me googly eyes that made me blush."We spent the nig
Hazy memories are like bad teeth. You can't ignore it because you know it's there, it's just your brain refusing to let it surface. But when you remember it feels like someone ripped out the teeth and you can finally feel everything. Last night on the couch with Annie Marie, watching Lion King for the millionth time, I finally remembered. Every single detail of Friday night. From the part where I was grinding on Luka's friend to the part where I wrapped my legs around his waist and was calling him daddy. I should have put on a hoodie today. Instead I had on jeans, a crop top and a baggy shirt. The problem wasn't the outfit, I actually got comments from my sister that I looked good, the problem was that I couldn't hide in this. How was I supposed to see Luka in school today knowing that I called him daddy, and was in his bed just a few nights ago?If I had on a hoodie it would be easy to disappear and not be noticeable. Class was a whirlwind that flew by so fast till it was break t
First time I heard someone refer to the other as kitten or daddy was in a joke at my old school. Then everyone had raved about the fifty shades series and I had watched all episodes of it. I didn't understand it then, I still don't now. I think only girls that have actual Daddy issues look up to other men, their age or older to play that role sexually. The fact that my own father left us when I was just four years old does not mean I have Daddy issues. I turned out fine anyway without any issues whatsoever. So why did I think it was okay to call Luka Daddy? It must have been that stupid deal we made in the Alley about me becoming his pet that was confusing me. I'll rather die now than admit that the alcohol induced amnesia had cleared and I remembered everything that happened that night. "No I don't." I looked faraway at the wall above his head. Luka cocked his head to the side, staring at me, his eyes felt like he could see through me and my bullshit lie. "Should I remind yo
"I don't want to go with you. Why can't we just work on it during lunch tomorrow or something." I screamed at Luka after Jamie left. He was taken aback by my outburst and whatever trace of smiling, happy Luka I knew was gone. "Firstly, the project presentation is two days from now, you might be used to failure but I'm not. We need to ace it. Also, what part of I own you don't you understand?" I knew that I wasn't the brightest student in school but he did not have to go that low. I stood for a second letting his words sink in. Bloody bastard. Castrated orangutanAsshat. AsswipesI tried to conjure something in my mind with the word ugly but he wasn't ugly so nothing could stick.I didn't have the balls to say it out loud but I cursed him as much as I could in my mind without letting the tears drop. I was going to fail his first assignment.I would rather cry alone than ever cry in his presence. He walked ahead of me to his car and I got in. I sat down mute in the front seat
Luka: You did well, baby girl. I beamed from ear to ear like a dog who just got head scratches from his owner. I had the strong urge to pump my fist in the air and do a little shimmy dance. Last night Luka sent me a text that read - Isabella, this idea is yours so it will come alive more when you speak about it. Which is why you will be doing the presentation. Remember you owe me, my second request is that you kill this. If you fail, it will be your official first punishment."Everytime I wanted to freeze while presenting or mess this up because I was too scared to present our powerpoint, I remembered that Luka was standing beside me and that he had promised to punish me. I wanted to please him and I did and it made me so happy. We were done. Three days of hard work, researching and brainstorming and we were all done with the presentation. For the first time in my life, I had done A+ work. The teacher had been so proud of our work. Luka and I had ignored the weird thing that ha
I was walking into the Lion's den, albeit a very decorated one. This Lion's den was a mansion with lush green grass and a huge water fountain in front. The most beautiful places could also contain the darkest things in it. The last time I was here in Luka's home, I was drunk, braless and I made a friend. But Paula was off to college and it was just me and Luka today and maybe mini Luka. Everything about Luka's home was daunting and if I didn't need to pass my midterms so badly, I'd have just run back. Today was the first day of our tutoring. We had two weeks left until midterms. I have been hanging out with the team but I haven't been allowed to play or fully participate. All of this will change if I pass my midterms. The coach had promised me that if I passed I'll join the team again. I stood outside the huge door like a fool. I don't know if I was supposed to knock on the door or push it open or call Luka - that I had arrived. The door swung open on its own accord and it scar