Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I woke up early the next morning but stayed in bed for a little while, just relaxing. I was surprised at how easy I managed to get to sleep and the lack of nightmares I had. After The Lost Boys, I decided to put on a truly good horror movie that scared me half to death! Normally after those kinds of movies, paired with being home alone, is normally not a good mix.

I grabbed my phone off the side and started scrolling through my notifications, surprised when I saw a message on my POF from someone named;

Daddy4You

Well, if that username was anything to go by, it was a promising start. Opening the message up, I read it and instantly got confused, aroused and annoyed...

So, you didn't invite me up to your bedroom to f*ck you senseless last night, bit rude ;p

ARE YOU FOR F*CKING REAL!!!!???!!!

Roman had used POF to message me!? I angrily sent him a message back. I was fuming that he had violated my privacy like that!

Why did you even message me if you were just going to be a d*ck head?!

As soon as I sent the message I came to the realisation that I probably shouldn't have. Even if he had annoyed me, he was still my dad's friend... But then again, it's not like he's going to tell dad, is he? Then he would have to explain WHY he was even messaging me in the first place. Before I got too carried away with my own thoughts, he replied.

Well, how else am I gonna talk to you?

You live next door!

Yeah but you're too shy for a normal conversation. You want me, I get it, but my god, when I talk to you, focus enough to form a sentence ;)

That cheeky b*stard! I let out a loud huff in annoyance and sent a reply back again;

For your information, I was perfectly fine talking to you before you told me that if I was ''yours'' you'd fuck some manners into me...

I wasn't prepared for his response;

I'd f*ck you now ;)

I just stared at the phone screen, shocked. What was happening right now?!

Oh yeah, big words when you are hiding behind a phone screen ;)

F*ck it, if he was gonna flirt with me, I'd flirt back, it would be interesting to see where this would go.

Invite me over then ;)

You're invited :p

As soon as I sent it, He didn't respond. I started panicking a little, worried he would actually take me up on my ''offer'' and come over. My brain went into overdrive, I hadn't shaved my legs, my bedroom was a mess! I was a mess! The realisation hit me after a few minutes that he would most likely be at work and I was panicking for no reason.

My phone vibrated again, telling me that I had a message, and of course, it was of Roman.

I'll be there tonight ;)

We'll see.

Yes, We will ;)

I didn't reply after that. I wasn't sure if that was the biggest mistake I'd ever made, inviting him over tonight... or the best decision.

I was seriously playing with fire, I just hope I don't get burned in the process of doing it!

I stayed in bed for a little while longer, having a mental battle with myself whether I thought Roman was being for real. Was he really planning on coming over tonight?

I kept flipping back and forth between yes and no. Convincing myself I was being stupid by even thinking he was serious and then convincing myself that, well, of course, he WAS being serious!

In the end, I just decided to tidy my bedroom and have a shower and shave... You know, just in case.

I wasn't sure if I believed he was really going to come over, but if he did, I didn't want to be caught short. I wanted to be prepared!

The day crawled by, and by 6 o'clock, I was on the edge of my seat, just waiting. Waiting to see if he was coming or not. I knew he normally worked late, not just from conversations I've overheard from my parents, but also because I often saw him coming home in his car, never normally earlier than 8 o'clock-ish, but I still could stop clock watching.

Even if he was serious about coming over, he never actually said what time he would be here.

I groaned loudly in frustration, mainly at myself. I was being stupid. No. No, Roman Lewis was NOT coming over to ''f*ck my brain's out'' as he claimed. Of course, he wasn't! He was old enough to be my father on top of being my actual father's best friend. I needed to just chill the f*ck out.

Standing up, I headed to the kitchen in search of something to make for dinner. I hadn't eaten all day because I was both too excited AND too nervous about tonight. I opened the fridge and grabbed the Pizza from last night. It was cold and the cheese had hardened up, but nothing a few minutes in the oven wouldn't fix.

I put a couple of slices on a plate and put it in the oven. Letting out a sign, I jumped up on to the counter and waited. There was nothing else to do.

I pulled my phone out and started scrolling through my notifications, only now realising I had a POF message.. of Roman. My fingers were shaking as I clicked on the tab and opened up our message chat from this morning;

I hope you're ready for the best f*ck of your life ;)... Oh wait, you're a v*Igin, it will be your only f*ck!

My eyebrows frowned in annoyance. That was a bit of a catty comment to make! There was another message under it, that was sent a few minutes ago...

Be there in 5 ;)

Wait.. what?!

I jumped off the counter and turned the oven off, just as there was a loud knock on the front door.

Oh, Christ! He was here!