The Model And The Don

Chapter 14

I furrow my eyebrows at the question before catching the foot that keeps poking me, squeezing it slightly. I'm not sure how to answer that question.

"I don't know, go look it up." I say, shaking my head.

"It's naked and afraid!" She gasps before laughing. I can't help but smile, shaking my head as her face turns red from laughing so hard.

"Quit staring at me." She says, suddenly stopping her laughter.

"No." I say, pulling her towards me by her leg, not stopping until she's straddling my lap.

"Don't be jealous of my looks." She jokes, shrugging innocently.

"You don't think I'd look good with long blonde hair, big bright blue eyes and gorgeous lips like yours?" I tease, nipping at her bottom lip.

"There's only enough room for one Karlie Cora." She says, smiling. She may be right on this one.

"Karlie Cole...it has a ring, doesn't it?" I say in a daze. Her with my last name gives me the chills and a boner.

"Whoa, now. You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet." She points out.

"Is this with you calling me your 'friend'?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows as I pull her closer to me by her hips.

She hums, nodding her head.

I roll my eyes. Of course, she'd be the only one to be like that. I've never been in a relationship, I've always fucked and left. I didn't want to deal with someone who would nag constantly.

Karlie is the opposite. She asks random questions like turtles without shells. She brightens my mood without even trying. She only asks serious questions during serious times or if she's mad.

She's perfect.

"You aren't my girlfriend." I say, watching as she pulls a face before opening her mouth but I keep talking. "You're mine. You're much more than my girlfriend and soon, you'll be my wife and the mother of my kids." I finish as she relaxes against my chest.

"But if you want to put a label on it, you're my girlfriend." I say, lowly as my hands massages her ass. Her ass and tits are perfect for me, they fit perfectly in my hands. Not too big, not too  small, just perfect.

"I don't get a say?" She asks, tangling her fingers in my short hair as her nails scratch my scalp slightly.

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?" I tease, pushing her hip to make them rock against mine.

"Maybe you should write it down on some paper." She shrugs, placing her hands on my shoulders. "'I like you. Do you like me? Check yes or no.'" She laughs.

I pull her face to mine, making my tongue slip past her lips and quickly getting it tangled with hers.

Her hand pulls on my hair as she rocks her hips faster. I groan, loving that she can make me feel this good without trying.

She makes a whimpering noise before placing her forehead on mine.

"Yeah," she breathes out, "I'll be your girlfriend."
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"You hungry?"

"Yes, is the pizza here?" She asks, holding out her arms.

I sigh but pick her up, enjoying how she wraps around my body with ease. Sometimes, I wonder how she's a model because she never wants to walk and I'm the one carrying her.

"If your shit touches mine, it's game on, Jaxon." She warns, narrowing her eyes. We ordered thin crust but she wanted just cheese and pepperoni without the tomato sauce while I ordered pepperoni, sausage, and bacon on my side.

"You're brave to make threats when I could easily drop you down the stairs." I say, loosening my grip, making her shriek and tighten her grip on my neck.

"Okay, okay! Damn, don't kill me." I mumble, even though her hands can't reach each side of my neck. I've got a thick neck and her hands are too small.

She chuckles slightly before I sit her down on a stool and grab some plates out of the cabinets, putting some pizza on it before handing it too her.

"I can't eat that much." She jokes, laughing slightly as she looks at the 4 squared pieces of pizza.

"And why not?" I asks, tilting my head.

"Because I'm a model, I have to stay skinny." She says it like it's the most obvious thing ever.

"It's just some pizza." I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

"It's not just pizza!" She snaps, pushing the food away from her.

I catch the plate before it slides off the island. What is she doing? I don't understand why she's acting like this.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, slowly.

She's silent as her chest rises and falls heavily. Her eyes zoned into one spot on the island as she thinks.

"No." She breathes out. "No, I'm sorry." She whispers, pushing hair back with her hand.

"You're okay. It's okay." I say, moving towards her slowly.

"I'm overly sensitive about food." She jokes weakly as I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her head to my chest.

"I need to get a better diet and workouts." She mumbles into my chest.

"You're perfect. You don't need to do anything." I say, honestly and pray that she believes the words coming out of my mouth because I mean them with everything inside of me.

"Yeah? I can't tell people that I'm perfect because my big, bad, scary boyfriend says it." She mouths off.

I grab her cheeks in between my fingers, making her lips pucker as she moves her eyes to mine. I peck her lips repeatedly before moving my head back.

"That exactly what you tell them and if they have a problem, you tell them to come to your big, bad, scary boyfriend and you let me deal with them. You can even watch but it won't be pretty." I say, raising my eyebrow before sliding her plate back in front of her.

I watch as she takes her first bite.