Get off
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Quinn's POV
Who does he think he is?! I was working myself into a fit. My chest heaved rapidly as I tried to relax.
It was too early to judge but I knew I would hate him. I had to.
There should be no friendship between a prisoner and the jailer. It was as simple as that.
I thought about ways to make his life hell through the week. I remembered how I had made Mrs. Harlow's life hell. She had thought she could boss me around and be a competent hound dog for my mom but she had underestimated me.
Mrs. Harlow had lasted a week. She had packed her bags and left a letter before the sun came out.
I predicted Anthony would last two days and giving him 48 hours was my way of being nice.
Haley's texts made my phone ring persistently. She wanted to know about my stepbrother. She would have to wait till morning. I turned off the phone and tossed it away.
I stripped down to my panties, taking a minute to examine my t**s once again. They looked different. Haley had been capping when she said they looked fine.
My fingers pinched both n*****s and then slid to the under slope feeling the smooth curve.
It was my t**s yet somehow touching it felt so good. It even looked good in the dresser's mirror.
I turned around twisting my hips to try and get a view of my ass. It was round and shapely.
Fuck! I groaned as my n*****s solidified and hardened. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs.
It had been a long time since I touched myself. Even longer since a guy touched me. Now I felt the s****l urge tugging at my entire being.
I tried to distract myself with other thoughts but my body burned for it. I slipped into bed, turned off the light, and shut my eyes hoping sleep would be the escape I needed.
My eyes tightened.
"Fuck." I groaned.
I could feel the wetness. My body was betraying me. It was showing me I was nothing but a pawn.
My fingers clawed the sheets as I struggled for control. I didn't want to be released because I knew. I knew that most of my anger and bitterness were tied to my not getting a s****l release. The moment I got it, all the anger and bitterness would float away and I needed it for Anthony.
Anthony! His stupid annoying face and his dark manner. His stupid tattoos and strong arms. Tall, sexy body, and his piercing gaze.
No! Stop it. Stop thinking.
My brain was acting on its own, conniving with my body against me.
The wetness had increased. I pushed my panties aside to feel how bad it was and shrieked when my finger grazed the lips.
My wet p***y lips…
Fuck it, I groaned.
My hands grabbed my t**s and squeezed savagely. My lust was burning me faster than the sun's heat.
My n*****s hardened enough to have a thick solid pointy feel. I rolled my fingers on both of them while my legs twisted in a knot like I didn't want to let something out.
I moaned. The sound of my moan sent chills running through me.
I moaned some more.
My hand slipped into my panties and I bit my lips holding back a scream.
"Fuccccck." I mouthed silently.
My clit-
"Oh yeah. f**k! Yes." I moaned loudly.
The sound of my room door opening made me freeze in a sick panic.
I stared wide-eyed at Anthony as he walked in then paused in confusion seeing me.
My shock gave way to anger.
"What the f**k are you doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth.
He stood awkwardly lacing his fingers through his hair. I was tempted to curse him with a spell I'd seen online. It wouldn't work of course but you never know.
Anthony sighed. "This isn't my room?"
"No. No, it isn't." I glared at him. "Yours is the door opposite."
"Oh. My bad." He grinned awkwardly.
"Can you not stare at my t**s?" I glared deeper.
"I'm not." He fumbled. "It's just they're there. Open."
He turned around apologizing once again before he left.
"Arrrrgh!" I growled in anger.
And just like that, my anger and bitterness were going to stay after all.
Anthony's POV
I tried to get the image out of my head but the more I tried not to think about it, the more I thought about it.
It was funny though. Awkward yes, but funny nonetheless.
I slept off with a grin on my face and woke up the next morning tensed to the sound of some commotion in the house.
My Dad and my stepmom were about to leave on their trip. They were catching the first flight out; first class.
I helped them carry the bags to the car waiting outside to take them to the airport. It was chilly outside and I shivered till I got in.
I asked Dad for the keys to the car hoping he would give me access to one of the monsters packed in the garage but he handed me the keys to the Ford with an apologetic smile.
"Really?" I sighed.
He mouthed an 'I'm sorry' just as they both left the mansion. The car drove off and I felt a wave of relief. It was still early and I decided to take an official tour of the place.
I followed the hall and found a glass door that led to an indoor swimming pool. It was big enough to throw a pool party in.
There was another door to the left that led to a backyard garden. The flowers were exotic and in a good condition. Even though I didn't give a f**k about flowers and gardens I had to admit I was impressed.
There was a chain fence that led to an open field. The estate was magnificent and big. The field could work as a golf course; or a hunting trail.
I returned to the house to see Quinn sleepily grabbing a box of milk from the freezer.
"How's my prisoner doing this morning?" I said as I walked past her.
I could feel her death gaze bore through the back of my head but I kept on going. She mumbled something inaudibly.
Before I ended my tour, I'd found a studio, a gym, and a library that would give a book lover wet dreams for life.
Quinn was on her phone sitting on the kitchen counter in her pajamas. Rich people, I scoffed.
"What you doing, kiddo?"
She looked up at me, with a menacing cold glare.
"If you call me kiddo again," She said, stressing every word. "I'll kill you in your sleep. Comprehendere?"
"Qui." I gulped. She sounded like she meant it.
The freezer was stacked full and there was enough stuff in the store room to last a family of bears through hibernation.
I went in selecting all I'd need to make a delicious turkey and ham sandwich. Quinn watched me with a look of alarm.
"Uhm, what are you doing?" She asked.
I held up the turkey and bread. "I think humans call it breakfast."
Her face went pale.
"I feel like you'd burn the house down with me in it. Martha will be here any minute. She handles the cooking."
I scoffed. "Who needs Martha?"
"Anthony please-"
Her eyes were terrified as I approached the cooker. Her expression made it look like I was about to disarm a bomb without having the slightest clue what wire to cut.
She jumped as I turned the dial and the flames came up.
"Relax." I grinned. "The kitchen is my habitat."
She rolled her eyes showing she was unimpressed. Her white baggy pajamas gave her a cute look and an air of sensuality with her rose-colored hair. I noticed a streak of blonde I hadn't seen before running from both ends.
It got me thinking. Was she a natural redhead like her mom or was she blonde?
My mind went back to the previous night. I could still picture her lips trembling as her fingers worked inside her panties. She had moaned out just as I walked in. Her n*****s had been hard; tempting.
"That's too much smoke." Quinn coughed.
She jumped off the counter. Her voice made me aware of what I was doing. The turkey was just about to get burnt.
I switched off the cooker and tossed the saucer in the sink. Yikes!
"Ermmm. Quinn." I called out softly.
"Yup, Chef Anthony."
I tried to sound casual. "When does Martha show up?"
There was a buzz which indicated someone was at the door.
"that vibrated through the entire house. Someone was at the front door.
“Finally! A real chef.”
Her mocking giggle as she left to get the door annihilated my pride faster than her words but I was too hungry to let it get to me. I hesitated but risked a look at the turkey in the sink. A part of it was scorched badly.
Good thing Martha was here, I thought as I winced.
But it wasn’t Martha. I could tell by the way Quinn’s voice overlapped with a voice that sounded much like hers. They were arguing about something. She was my prisoner and as a good jailer, I had to know what the commotion was all about.
There was a gorgeous blonde with Quinn. Her blue eyes had a magnetic quality about them and she had an hyperactive aura. She wore a blue dress that was almost the same shade as her eyes; it was close enough to draw my attention.
Immediately she saw me, she reacted the way most women did when their eyes met mine. I’d gotten used to getting that exact reaction. It didn’t surprise me to see her react that way of course.
“He looks marvelous!” She squealed.
I grinned a little confused by what she had said and how she had said it. I felt like a slave being observed by a slaver who was about to sell him off to a rich potbellied European politician.
The weird excited girl left Quinn standing by the doorway and ran to my side. She gasped as she watched me.
“That’s awesome.” She said, grabbing my arm to look at my tattoo.
It was a popular quote in mandarin that had caught my interest. I was sure she wouldn’t understand it yet she seemed to be fascinated by it.
“Mandarin.” She said, turning my arm to see the rest of it. “Looking isn’t always seeing?”
Wow.
“You speak Mandarin?”
She snorted. “Not that well obviously. My Spanish and German are better.”
“You must be wondering who this irresistible bundle of joy must be. I’m Haley. Quinn’s best friend. Quinn’s only friend.”
“Haley!” Quinn bawled through gritted teeth.
“Nice to meet you Haley.” I said offering a handshake.
“Wow.” She groaned. “Strong arms!”
“Haley.” Quinn yelled. “Let’s go.”
“One minute.” Haley said, raising a finger.
She rummaged her bag for a moment and got out a pack and handed it to me. Cakes! I could smell cakes!
Haley was definitely going to be my favorite. She followed Quinn to her room and gave me a double thumbs up as she left.
Immediately the door closed behind them, I tore into the pack. There were five delicious looking cupcakes inside. I ate all of them and drank a juice box from the freezer to take it all down.
Moments later an aged pleasant looking woman showed up. It was Martha. She vanished into the kitchen while I thought of what I could do to make my day less boring.
The brunette!
I’d forgotten to call her. I got out the crumpled paper from my shirt pocket and dialed the number. She picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, stranger.” Her familiar voice said.
“What gave me off?”
She giggled. “The area code.”
I snorted. Of course, the area code.
She told me she had been waiting for my call the previous night and I apologized and explained it wasn’t an asshole move but that I had slept off.
“When do you get off?” I asked throwing caution to the f*****g wind.
“I don’t. Today’s my day off.”
I smirked…
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