All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

58 Chapters

One: I Love You

Gianna My phone buzzes in my hand and I groan. Diane again. Diane: What do you think about this? I open the message and instantly roll my eyes. A photo of a half-naked catgirl outfit. Ears, tail, and absolutely nothing left to the imagination. I swear, that woman’s brain runs on desperation and bad decisions. I get it — she wants my account to grow — but hell, this isn’t part of my dream. I have a future to think about, and flashing skin online isn’t in the plan. But here I am. On girlgonewild.com. I’m desperate when I start the account. Still am. I overhear some girls at school bragging about how easy the money is and think, why not? Can anyone blame me? I’m drowning in debt, barely keeping my head above water. So I create kittenxo — the dumb, cute, nerdy blonde who cosplays for fun. Just like that, one tiny trial turns into thirty, and I get pulled into a world of a hundred thousand subscribers. Despite my earnings being low, I still get assigned a manager. Diane. She’s

Two: Five Fucking Years

Gianna God no. It couldn’t be him, right? I slowly unclasp my hands from his waist, pulling away as if that will make this a nightmare and not reality. "Who... what?" I stammer, my voice trembling. He turns to face me, the soft glow of the streetlight outside casting shadows on his face. My knees give out and I fall to them, the cold pavement pressing against my skin. What is he doing here? "Why are you here?" My voice cracks despite my best effort to sound strong. "I came to see my best friend. Why else would I be here, kitten?" The nickname cuts through me. Five years. Five years of silence. No calls, no texts, not even a goodbye. I swallow back a sob. "He's not here, so why are you here?" A small smile tugs at his lips. "I did plan to leave, but he convinced me to stay with you. Said something about a rebellious phase and that I’m the only one who gets you." I step back instinctively. My heart races. Dmitry Orlov. My first and only love. The man who kisses me with fire in

Three: She Was Mine

Dmitry God, Alec is a fool. I fucking warned him not to get on the tracks in the rain, but he never listens. Now here I am, pacing the damn hospital corridor, the sting of antiseptic crawling up my nose, burning like everything else tonight. Gia crosses my mind and oh, fuck me. She's even more beautiful, more stunning with so much fire in her. I wasn't quite expecting a warm welcome from her when I arrived, but I also wasn't expecting outright hostility. And a rejection, even without me hitting on her. I make sure to order a ride even before my arrival, drive straight to her house without a second thought and she tells me “we're done” so easily? We’re done? I repeat, chuckling darkly, we were never done and that’s what my little kitten doesn’t understand. I walk over to the vending machine, needing a can of soda but as I’m about to put in my change Gianna walks in, hair messy, eyes bloodshot red. This is exactly what I’m avoiding, my palm curls into a fist. I’ll kill Alec o

Four: Not Getting On

Gianna I glare at him so hard my eyes nearly fall out of my skull. He is really doing it. He is actually trying to use my brother’s situation as leverage, and if anyone else fails to see it, I sure as hell don’t. “No.” The word slips out before I can think it through. I lace my fingers with Kevin’s, even though I have no clue what I’m doing or why it makes sense. All I know is that I am done. Done with the games. Done with Dim walking in after years and acting like my life is his to rearrange. His expression doesn’t even twitch. “Sure thing, you can leave with him. At least I know I tried.” He pulls out his phone like none of this matters. Kevin leans in from behind me, his breath brushing my ear. “You can stay with me tonight and head home in the morning.” I nod automatically, but my mind isn’t on him, or anything he’s offering. My chest hurts at how easily Dmitry dismisses me. Why does it bother me this much? What is wrong with me? I don’t want to leave with him, yet the secon

Five: My Boyfriend

Dmitry There are a couple of things I take pleasure in. My bike, my time, my friends. Now I can add something new to the list. Watching Gianna squirm at the thought of climbing onto the seat behind me. Years ago she begged to ride with me. Now the apprehension is written all over her face, loud enough to hear without a single word spoken. I snicker, lifting my visor and cocking my head as I examine my pretty little kitten. Fuck. I want to do the most insane things to her. She is gorgeous. Perfect. Her curls fall across her face and my fingers twitch with the urge to brush them back. “Stop staring at me like that.” Her voice shakes, cheeks flushed, but I do not look away. I am gone. Lost in the familiarity of her. I still remember the taste of her lips, salt and cherry. I swing off the bike, pull my helmet off, and let the cool air hit my face. “Look,” I say, swallowing the laughter crawling up my throat. “This is our only ride. You either hop on, or you walk home.” I lean aga

Six: Kittenxo Unfiltered

Gianna I rest my head against the window as memories of tonight wash over me. Kevin, my boyfriend? What am I thinking? That’s the issue. I never think when it comes to Dmitry. I’m just an impulsive little… argh. I rub a hand over my face. Hating myself won’t fix anything now. I still have to figure out a way out of this mess. “Ma’am, we’re here.” The driver’s voice snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts and I look up at the building in front of me. My mouth drops to the fucking floor. I turn to the Uber driver. “Are you sure this is the right location?” “Yes. Number twelve, District Drive.” I nod, forcing myself to look composed, and step out quietly. Mostly because Dmitry has already paid for the ride. Fucking asshole. I stare at the building in stunned silence. I know he’s rich, but not this rich. The building itself represents Dmitry’s personality so well, a fucking doberman of a man I absolutely hate and still want to pet. I barely have time to bask in the beauty of the

Seven: Gianna Is Kitten?

Dmitry I punch the air with glee. Day one, or night one, and I already manage to get under her skin. That can only mean one thing. Gianna still loves me. She’s fighting it. I can feel it, deep in my bones. I can’t even blame her for trying. But there’s one thing I know for sure. She wants that kiss just as badly as I do. Fuck Kevin. I shove her door closed behind me and head to my room with far too much energy, my mind racing. There’s so much to take care of. Her loans, for one. That alone makes my jaw tick. The buzz in my pocket cuts my high short. I barely make it into my room before pulling my phone out. Fuck. Mama. I lock my jaw so hard it aches. I stare at the screen for a second longer than necessary before answering. “Zdravstvuy, mama,” [Hello, mum]. I greet in my Russian tongue, my voice already cold. I don’t want to talk to her. She has a talent for pissing me off without even trying. “Ah, moy malchik,” [my baby boy]. she coos, her voice sickeningly sweet. “How are

Chapter Eight: Still So Daddy-ish

Gianna “Are you okay?” Kevin asks, slurping on his smoothie, eyes glued on me. A nod comes automatically, a smile forced into place. “Yeah.” He really is a sweetheart. Driving all the way to jerk face’s house, helping me pack what I need, then insisting on taking me out for breakfast. Well, brunch. McDonald’s buzzes softly around us. He has a smoothie and burgers, while I work on my McFlurries, barely tasting any of it. “Gia, you’re obviously worried about something,” he says gently. “Does it have anything to do with you telling Dmitry I’m your boyfriend?” My head shakes on instinct. He’s gotten the rundown, mostly. Everything except the near kiss and the uncomfortable moment in Dmitry’s room that still leaves me feeling like a puddle. “It’s not that,” I say. Dmitry being an ass is the least of my problems. Today marks the start of something I’ve been avoiding for months. I’ve officially crossed into being a real cam girl. The boudoir photos I took last night have already been

Nine: Be My Personal Slut

Gianna I click the lock on my bedroom door twice to make sure it is secure, then lean against it for a second, letting out a slow breath. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of my ring light warming up. I glance at the clock on my desk. Ten minutes until the stream starts. I step in front of the full-length mirror and look myself over, almost second-guessing my decision. I glance over at the starfish bikini, which looks even skimpier than when I see it this morning. The black sequined cups barely cover the essentials, held up by thin strings tied behind my neck and back. The bottom is just a tiny thong with another starfish over the front, leaving my entire tummy exposed. I gulp hard as I stare at my reflection. I look mostly seductive and I haven’t even put on my makeup yet. My thighs press together as I shift, thick and smooth and impossible to hide. I guide my way to the wardrobe and instead of my straight bangs, I choose the same one from the pictures, a long flowy b

Ten: Spread Open For Me

Dmitry Good grief. That’s the only thing I feel. Not anger. Maybe a flicker of jealousy. But mostly a low, almost embarrassing sense of pity for Gianna’s little poster boyfriend. The boy looks like he might piss himself just from standing in front of me. Not like last night, when he’s bold enough to try and take Gianna home. I take the liberty of looking him up. Kevin Stuart Greyheart. Old money, newer arrogance. Rich, pretty, and constantly paraded around as one of the city’s most eligible bachelors. Still doesn’t come close to me. “Cat got your tongue?” I say. My voice stays level, polite enough to pass, but there’s no effort to make it friendly. Kevin drags his gaze over me, slow and obvious, sizing me up like a vegan stuck in a steakhouse. Then he laughs. Actually laughs. It sounds rehearsed, the kind you hear at dinners you don’t care about but have to survive. And for someone who lives in front of cameras he should be better at pretending it’s real. “You know,” he sa

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