❋ Sam ❋
My butt is sore from last night and here, I thought he'd go easy on me after the incident but no! He destroyed my ass!
How could he? I don't know!
Zackary Damien Edwards is an asshole. A grade-A bastard. A disgrace in humanity's sex life!
I will, I repeat, I will top you Zackary Damien Edwar-
"Are you seriously still angry because of last night?" I glared at him and scoffed fabulously. I said no and walked away from him.
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out the frozen pizza we called for last night from the refrigerator. I was really dying to eat some tuna-ish foods. But Zack was being so darn sexy and since he's so fucking hot, I lost it.
The need to eat (#needforspeed) was gone and was replaced by lust. Pure lust. All Zack's fault. Now I'm starving!
I hear Zack chuckled behind me and I grunted. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that rough." He said and smirked evilly. I glared at him and walked closer.
"Wasn't rough, huh? Tell that to my loose asshole, idiot." I snapped and walked my way to the microwave to reheat the frozen pizza.
"You're so snappy today. I like it, and I hate it as well. You're giving me mixed emotions, Sam." Zack said as he sat on a stool. "You're looking so sexy, by the way." He said seductively.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Shut up. Damn pervert." I mumbled.
"God, where's that Sam that is always begging to be spank? I miss my sexy little salsa." Zack said. I ignored him and tapped my fingers on the counter, waiting for my frozen pizza to be heated.
Then, all of the sudden, I felt like I wanted to throw up. I really did. I felt sick.
I ran to the bathroom, passing Zack, whose face that was filled in with confusion. I leaned my head down on the sink, forcing myself to vomit whatever's in my body right now. I feel so bad.
Fuck, my chest hurts.
"Sam, are you okay?" I hear Zack asked. I glared at him and made an obviously-not look on my face. He nods and places a hand on my book and rubs it in circular motion. "Let it out." He said gently to me.
Oh my God, when will this end? I can't freaking stop vomiting!
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Zack helps me put my shirt on then tells me to go take a rest. My ribs hurt like hell. I can't even feel my legs.
What is happening to me?
"I'm going to call my pilot for departure, we'll go home and find out what's wrong with you. Okay?" Zack said-asked. I nodded my head weakly and held the pillow closer to my chest. Zack switches off the lights and walks towards the bed.
Zack gets in the bed with me and held my hand. "You'll be alright, Sam." He said. I respond to him with a hum and he leans onto me for a kiss. I leaned in as well.
Our lips meet and we kissed.
I pulled away and breathe in heavily. I can feel Zack looking at me but I ignored it.
"One question. I'm not going to die right?" I asked him.
"I'm not gonna let it and don't say that." Zack said, not actually answering the question but I understand.
"One more, do you think we could get a dog?" I asked. "No." I groaned and he chuckles.
"This isn't the last of our conversation. I will get myself a dog and you will do as I say. But now I've got something else to wonder." I said as I pulled up the sheets to my the base of my neck. Zack slaps my ass.
Then he fucking squeezed them.
"Goodnight Sam." He whispers in my ear and licks it. I slapped his hand away from my butt and kneed his crotch hard with my knee. He yelps and cries out in pain while I went on to sleep in peace.
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