It Started With Her Boobs (GxG)

CH.11 Confusion

Aleena's POV

Sometimes, no, scratch that, I would love to punch her boobs for saying that. I even pinched her sides to let her know to say no. Sometimes I can't comprehend why she's my boss, she's so childish, she always thinks of herself and refuses to listen to me.

I can't help but heave a sigh, not of relief but quite the opposite actually.  

I really regret coming here. I thought to myself.

I look forward, see her mom smiling and asking questions about our encounter. I take a step forward, I open my mouth and say: '' Mrs. Vargantes, the truth is-'' Suddenly I can feel a hand touching my ass, I want to push her away but she's squeezing it hard making me yelp. 

Mrs. Vargantes looks at me, with a worried expression on her face. She extends her hand to reach for me but this stupid block it by stepping in front of me. 

''Mom she's really tired, maybe another time you can question her.'' She reasons to Mrs. Vargantes before slowly letting go of my ass cheeks. I can feel myself relax. Suddenly I can feel her soft hand reaches for mine. Intertwining her fingers with mine.

 Shocked on her action, I look at her puzzled. But instead of saying anything she just gave me a lopsided smile that instantly made my heart thump rapidly, my knees feel weak. She does things that make me feel something I've never felt before.

And I don't like it.

With one last smile at her mom, she guides me towards her room on the 3rd floor. The hall is full of paintings that I don't even know of. Some of this so-called painting is like the mess my cousin's baby would do, different colors splashed on canvas. Sometimes the so-called art hanging on the walls of the museum are just like a baby's mess.

Soon enough we finally reached her room, she instantly opens the door and push us in it. Once we entered the room she quickly locked it and motion for me to sit down on her queen size bed.

 She's acting weird, wait, is she going to rape me? No, she isn't that stupid to do that... or is she?

''Why are you locking the door?'' I ask worriedly about what's going to happen. She paces back and forth for so many times that I'm getting anxious. So I grab the nearest pillow beside me and throw it at her. 

When the pillow hit the target, her head, she stopped. Her eyes glaring at me. Her move just made me angrier. If she's going to be like this, I'm leaving.

Without looking back at her, I walk to the door.

''Where do you think you are doing?'' her hands on her hips, her left eyebrow raised as she taps her foot on the floor.

''Leaving,'' I answered not batting an eye at her, I proceed to twist the knob but then her arms enveloped me. But what shocked me the most is that I can feel my feet leaving the floor. She lifts me up and walks towards the bed. 

Then,  letting me fall on it. I gasp as I fall on the comfy surface. 

I look up at her, glaring at, imagining that my glares can dig holes on her gorgeous face.

''Let me go, you narcissistic woman! You spout things that aren't true-'' But my tantrum was cut off when she suddenly pushed me down, she climbs on top of me. Her left hand holding down my wrists while her other hand is holding my chin.

She leans down but stops when her nose is one millimeter apart from mine.

Once again she pulls her lopsided smile on me and says: You're my girlfriend now, Ms. Noir.

Shouldn't she be asking first before she just decides?!

To be continued.