Stella’s point of view
I jumped in fright as I felt a hot breath fanning my neck, and arms snaked around my waist, but quickly relaxed when I remembered I’m not alone -Jimmy was here too.
I’m currently in the kitchen, trying to fix us something to eat.
“What are you cooking?” he asked, then planted a light kiss on my neck.
“Spaghetti and meatballs” I replied.
“Mmmm” he inhaled. “It smells delicious”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, look around and tell me who’s cooking?”
He chuckled at my response, and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I was just being a gentle man by complimenting you”
“Hm” I hummed simply.
I mean, I don’t need compliments on things I can do very well. Cooking is the second of two things I can do very well, I don’t need to tell you guys what the first thing is -you all know it’s s*x, right?
“My stomach is growling, how about we have some desert first?” he asked suggestively.
My left eyebrow raised at his suggestive question. I knew very well what he meant, but acted oblivious anyway.
“I love that idea, what do you want for desert?”
“Hmmmm” he thought about it a bit. “I think I can make do with some ice cream”
I nodded, then turned off the cooker and poured the meatballs in a small bowl, and reached for two plates in the cabinet. My a*s rocked Jimmy’s d**k as I went on tiptoes to reach for the plates.
“There’s ice cream in the fridge, go get some, and we can eat” I told him, pretended as if I didn’t know what my a*s was doing.
“No”
He snatched the plates from me, dropped the on the counter, and turned me around to face him.
He looked straight in my eyes, but soon settled lustfully on my exposed cleavage.
“I don’t like cold ice creams”
I bite my lower lip, I already knew the destination he’s driving to.
“I love it when my ice creams are warm” he stepped an inch closer and rested his forehead on mine. “How about I have you instead?”
I smirked.
This is the perfect way of forgetting about that a*shole.
He said my p*ssy is just one of the many p*ssy he’s tasting, well, his d*k isn’t special too, I can have as many d*k as I want.
His hands grabbed my a*s and squeezed them a bit aggressively, he’s obviously trying to get me in the mood. I threw my arms around his neck, he smirked triumphantly as he took my action as an approval, and crashed his lips on mine.
Immediately his lips touched mine, they began wrestling for dominance. He wanted to show me how much he’s missed me, and I wanted to show him that men don’t take the lead when it comes to me.
And I was at the verge of winning, but then remembered what Mr huge d**k taught me, I shouldn’t be in control all the time -so I gave in to him -I submitted to him and let him lead the way.
He kissed my lips for a good while, then kissed along my jawline, and down to my neck and chest.
His right hand grabbed my left breast and groped it for a while, I closed my eyes and tried to feel the moment, but unfortunately, I couldn’t.
I don’t understand what’s wrong with me, I should be excited about the idea of banging him today since it’s been long we banged each other, I’m not feeling it.
His lips aren’t as soft as I remembered, they aren’t as soft as Mr huge d*k’s, and let’s talk about his touch, his touch doesn’t give me those sparks that Mr huge d*k’s gives me
And most importantly, why does his every action seem to bring Mr huge d*k back to my memory, when I’m obviously doing this to forget about him? What on earth has he (Mr huge d*k) done to me?
I pushed Jimmy away from me gently, and wiped my lips.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
He studied me for a moment, we both stared at each other for a while, then he frowned in confusion, he’s wondering why I pushed him away -well, that makes us two because I wonder why too.
I shook my head. “Nothing”
“Nothing?” I shook my head again, and his frown deepened. “Then why did you stop and push me away?” he sounded kind of offended right now.
I’m confused, in fact, even more confused than him because this is the first time I’m refusing s*x, and I can’t seem to figure out why.
“Am I not as good as before?”
“You’re good” I answered quickly.
“Then what’s wrong? Why did we stop?”
I shook my head again. “I don’t know”
He held my shoulder, took a step closer to me, but I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back, creating a safe space between us.
“Did I do something wrong? Was I kissing too fast?”
“No, no. You know I love it that way”
“What the f*k is wrong, then? Did I f*king bite your tongue or lips?”
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I stayed silent for a while, then exhaled slowly and snapped my eyes open.
“It’s not you, Jim, nothing’s wrong with you”
his brows furrowed. “It’s me, I… I… I’m not in the mood for s*x”
His left eyebrow raised, he obviously doesn’t believe me.
“Really? Is that the lie you could come up with?”
“I’m not lying, I’m not…”
“Oh, spare me that bullsh*t, Stella” he cut me off. “You think I’m going to believe you’re not in the mood for s*x? What am I? Five?”
“Calm down, Jimmy, you won’t understand why…”
“Of course I won’t understand” he cut me off again.
Why does he keep interrupting me? Why won’t he calm down and listen to my god-damned explanation?
“We’re talking about your addiction here, have you ever seen anyone who isn’t in the mood for their addiction?”
He turned away from me and stormed towards the dinning table, he roughly dragged out a chair, then sat down and held his head in his hands.
“Can’t you just tell me what I did wrong? Why aren’t you in the mood to f**k me? You can’t just not be in the mood, right?”
“I already told you, nothing is bloody wrong with you, it’s all me and I don’t know what’s wrong with me”
I’m starting to get so much irritated at this moment.
“Stop f**king lying and…”
“I’m not bloody lying!” I screamed angrily. “Your every action is god-damned reminding me of someone I’m trying my hardest to forget!” I spat out subconsciously.
There was total silence after I screamed those words, he raised his head and stared at me with a small frown, with his mouth slightly open.
“Are you in love with someone?” he broke the silence.
Now it’s my turn to frown. “What? No”
“You’re in love with that someone” he stated this time, as though he’s very sure of himself.
“I’m not, you know I don’t do love, I only do s*x”
He shook his head in disagreement, he got up and began walking back to me, but I quickly held out my hand and stopped him.
“You know what?” I sighed, and pushed my hair back, away from my face. “Maybe you should leave, Jim”
“What?”
“You heard me”
I turned away from him, and gave my attention to my spaghetti and meatballs, I served a good portion on my plate, then headed towards the dinning table.
“Leave, Jimmy, I need some alone time to think”
He stood there for some time without saying anything, but I saw his fists clenched until they were turning white, and I heard his ragged breath, but pretended like I’m so much focused on my food.
“Fine. I’ll see myself out” he gritted out, then dashed towards the door in a fit of rage.
I let out a sigh when he’s finally out the door. I dropped my fork, leaned back on the chair, closed my eyes and facepalm myself.
And I couldn’t help but let Jimmy’s words replay in my head.
Is he right, though? Is being mad at someone equals being in love with him?
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*06:49pm**
The rest of the day went by in a blur, with me just sleeping all through and occasionally waking up to use the bathroom -and now it’s 06:49pm.
I’m currently preparing dinner because I know Megan must have had a busy day at work, and it wouldn’t be nice if she doesn’t meet, no cooked food in the house.
Speaking about dinner, I wonder what Mr huge d**k is doing right now, is he getting ready to leave for his family dinner? Or is he there already?
There’s this nagging feeling at the back of my mind, that a girl is involved in this family dinner.
Oh, boy! – I touched my chest as I felt that unpleasant emotion again, it’s making me angry and also giving me the urge to stab someone to death…
“Ouch!” I cried out in pain.
I guess I was lost in my thoughts, and didn’t realize I was actually stabbing myself with my spatula -haha, silly me.
The door burst open suddenly, and Megan walked in, not before shutting it with a loud bang.
“Oooooooooooo, my baby’s back from work” I dropped the spatula and rushed towards her. “Welcome back, baby” I kissed her cheeks.
She threw her arms around me, and rested her chin on my shoulder.
“Please tell me there’s food”
“Yes, baby, there’s enough food”
“Thank God” she breathes in relief.
I didn’t have to ask how her day went, her reaction already told me everything I need to know, but I still asked her anyway.
“So, how was work today?”
I collected her bag, and led her to the kitchen with me.
“My boss’s a *sshole”
I laughed at her response, I knew right away that I’m getting a real gist tonight -he could be having his dinner, and I’ll be having my great girl’s day -you already know who I’m talking about.
“You’re going to tell me all about it”
“Hm” she hummed in agreement.