When I went out of the bathroom, Vince was already nowhere to see. I feel at ease without his presence. He shouldn't stay here. Yes, He looks hot and yummy. Maybe it would be nice if he could get my virginity. Shit, stop it! I was swaying my brain. Why came out in my mind so suddenly.
Why Did you leave me? You said you wouldn't leave me! But why? Why? Mother fucker, you left me behind!
What is that? I scratched my head, looking at the clock. Still early. What a noise. I followed where the cry was coming from. Vince exposed himself to me, looked drunk, wobbly while still drinking the bottle he was holding. I approached him, worried that the waves might carry him away and I'm the last one with him, to think right.
"Vince, enough of that. You are drunk!" I rebuked him, pulling his arm appropriately and placing it on my shoulder.
"Come inside. Are you stupid?" disgusted, I said it loudly, enough to break Vince's eardrum, leading him inside.
"Don't bother me, mother fucker," he said softly and pushed me slightly. What's his problem? He shouldn't grab me this far if he planned to get drunk and drown. If something terrible happens to him, I will carry the burden.
"Same to you. You are foolish." I frowned as I yelled at him. With the force of the wind, my t-shirt almost lifted. I'm not even wearing a bra yet.
"What did you say?" his voice rasped, smirking wobbly while talking.
"You are not just a fool! You're also deaf! Oh, my G, if women will see you this wasted, they will turn off precisely," making him conscious, but even though he was drunk and wasted, he was still really handsome, look like the leading man of 365 days, so damn hot. He was Drunk, with no intention to rape me. Hmmm, I might do it, awfully hungry for this man.
"Will you turn off with me? Are you challenging me, Mia?" his face was dark, and I didn't like the edge of his speech.
"Come on! Come inside," he pulled my hand as he threw away the bottle he was holding. What is he planning to do? I was nervous, and my heart beat faster. Shit, I finally did provoke the dragon in him.
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"Pardon what did you said earlier," he threw me on the bed and stared at me, waiting for my answer.
"Why? Is there anything wrong with what I said? All the women will turn off seeing you that way, wasted, like crazy. Are you broken-hearted? Is that all? You're making yourself drunk. "I want to retract what I said. Am I aware of being broken, and I haven't even had a boyfriend yet.
"Take back what you said, Mia," he ordered, his eyes sharp, narrowed, his jaws stiff as his hands clenched.
"Why should I withdraw? You indeed look wasted. I couldn't understand when Aimee said that girls were chasing you!" I stood, crossing my arm into my chest as I pouted at him. We were probably only two feet away from each other.
"You're not going to take it back?" Grabbing my right arm, fed up with my stubbornness.
"You are hurting me already, Vince. Big deal? Your overreacting, Vince. Let go of me! You are handsome but such a waste. You fool!" Shit, I think it's too straightforward. He hauls me to the waist, causing me to grip his chest.
"Vince!" I shouted when he wasn't doing anything yet. Then I felt his palm on my nape and pulled toward his face. Like slow-motion, Our lips met, feeling his warm breath. I sighed, chasing air.
"You mother fucker Vince! I'm not cheap like your other girls, "struggling with his grasp, but it seems nothing to his firm. I could not even shake him with the strength of his force.
"This is the punishment for your eloquent tongue Mia," it growled. I never thought that my first kiss would be this way. Annoying, but it seems like as time goes on, I enjoy its violent kiss, feeling that rough but soft enter my mouth and play. Unbeknownst to me, I clasped to his neck and retaliated with his kisses.
It's getting hot all over me like boiling water. I must push Vince, restrain and stay away. I can still think clearly, and I know it's wrong, but why does my earthly body seem to agree with his audacity.
"Vince, please, don't do it. I'm still a virgin," I whispered, hoping he might stop. I'm still young for this, convincing myself not to drift to the call of the inner desire.
[Vince POV]
Shit, I can't help myself, especially when the word virgin tingles in my earlobe. Her lips were lovely and very soft. Any man so quickly can turn on in her. Even if I want to stop, there is no chance. Besides, we will also get married soon, that's where we have been heading since we were just kids, our parents agreed to wed us.
I looked for the hem of her t-shirt, squeezing her soft hip gently. My mysterious hand went to her perky mountain, groaning as I circled her pert nipple. In no time, she will enjoy, give up and stop the struggle. I dropped her on the bed so that she could no longer fight back. It's her punishment for insulting me.
"Shit Mia!" I looked into her eyes, resting, my left hand on her neck as my right on her mountain. I heavily rasped as I watched her reaction. I leaned under her, and I quickly slipped my finger and felt her wetness with the boxer shorts' ease.
"You're so wet Mia," I was about to thrust my finger when I saw the tears dripping down the side of her cheek. I was stunned and remembered my late girlfriend. Shit Vince what's going on with you. Are you this so disrespectful! My sober side seems to be talking about what I'm doing.
"I'm sorry, Mia. I didn't mean it. I was drunk, carried away by alcohol," I immediately stood up and turned away from her. I couldn't stand to see her cry. Feeling guilty, I got her up and hugged her.