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you.”
Alec’s lips part, and his tongue darts out to lick the top one. I imagine it like velvet, and am aware of the drops of moisture on it. Suddenly, I crave to discover it with my own.
Afraid that my vexing need has exposed me, I release his hold and struggle to formulate a reason for the detachment.
“Go on,” I say. “I’m weak on my feet anyway.”
Finally, we disconnect.
“Don’t you dare, Caroline!” orders Sofie, grabbing the sponge from my hand and thwacking me with a dishcloth. “After these two get the fuck out of this house, you’re going to bed. We’ll clean up in the morning.”
Surely, she can’t be serious. That’s the equivalence of finding presents tucked under a Christmas tree and telling a child to wait for tomorrow. On any other night, I’d ignore Sofie and immediately whirl into a cleaning ninja. Waking up to a messy kitchen is a definite pet peeve, yet I’m shaky on my feet, so I choose sleep instead.
It’s impressive, really, how notably lax I can be here, and to be honest, I know it has everything to do with Sofie. The realization actually ticks me off a little bit.
Damn that woman.
Gwen and Diane remain oblivious to our displeasure, carrying on comparing pictures of their home remodelling projects. They’re DIY authorities, and usually I admire people like that, but tonight I find them irritating. It’s after midnight, and I’m staggering around the living room. Sofie’s grabbing items for a walk on the beach with Jay as he waits somewhere out back. Frankly, she and I couldn’t care less about Gwen’s heated flooring or Diane’s textured wallpaper. Well, I couldn’t care less, but Sofie just doesn’t give a fuck. I want to sleep, and she wants Jason.
Turning my back to the littered counter that’s calling my name, I walk out on the plates and trays soaking in the sink and dry my hands. I admit it’s quite an achievement for me. Anxiously, Sofie leads the women out, eager to escape to her rendez-vous .
“Night-night, Care.” Sofie’s brimming with ridiculous need. I can almost feel her pulsating fervour. She’s mad about the guy!
“Have fun,” I say, then lock the back door but immediately yank it open again. “Wait! Do you have a key with you?” I shout.
“Yes!” she bellows.
I yawn, dragging myself across the kitchen, and a knock interrupts my closing time.
“Shit,” I mumble, assuming either Gwen or Diane have forgotten something.
I switch the light off in the kitchen, wobbling over to the lamp on the console. I flick it on before reaching the door and labour with three aggravating security devices. I unlock, unbolt, and unchain the main entryway expecting to see Dumb and Dumber—as Sofie fondly refers to them. Before I can completely look up, or speak, two masked persons push me further inside.
“Your party’s finally over. Now you can party with us,” one hisses, and the other clasps my mouth shut with his hands, tying a rag around my jaw.
I’m trying not to mentally shut down, but I’m confused and petrified. I’m too stunned to recall any self-defence techniques, and the alcohol has weakened me. My moans and shrieks are feeble as I kick, scratch, and grip at whatever I can. I’m weighed down and hopelessly ineffective.
“Where’s the other one? I saw someone else in here. Find her upstairs and tie her up, too.”
Sofie.
I sob, trying to move violently about but pose no threat to the dark eyes gawking down at me.
“Shit. You’re a gorgeous one. Fuck me, you’re hot,” he says holding a long, vicious stare.
I try yelling, but my exertions are futile. I’m weary and paralyzed by fear and wine.
“There’s no one else here. Tie this one up and let’s roll,” the taller, more robust invader instructs his partner.
“Get a head start upstairs. I want a few minutes with blondie first.”
“We don’t have all night. Find a purse, some jewellery, and let’s get the fuck out.”
“I said start without me! This
Alec’s lips part, and his tongue darts out to lick the top one. I imagine it like velvet, and am aware of the drops of moisture on it. Suddenly, I crave to discover it with my own.
Afraid that my vexing need has exposed me, I release his hold and struggle to formulate a reason for the detachment.
“Go on,” I say. “I’m weak on my feet anyway.”
Finally, we disconnect.
“Don’t you dare, Caroline!” orders Sofie, grabbing the sponge from my hand and thwacking me with a dishcloth. “After these two get the fuck out of this house, you’re going to bed. We’ll clean up in the morning.”
Surely, she can’t be serious. That’s the equivalence of finding presents tucked under a Christmas tree and telling a child to wait for tomorrow. On any other night, I’d ignore Sofie and immediately whirl into a cleaning ninja. Waking up to a messy kitchen is a definite pet peeve, yet I’m shaky on my feet, so I choose sleep instead.
It’s impressive, really, how notably lax I can be here, and to be honest, I know it has everything to do with Sofie. The realization actually ticks me off a little bit.
Damn that woman.
Gwen and Diane remain oblivious to our displeasure, carrying on comparing pictures of their home remodelling projects. They’re DIY authorities, and usually I admire people like that, but tonight I find them irritating. It’s after midnight, and I’m staggering around the living room. Sofie’s grabbing items for a walk on the beach with Jay as he waits somewhere out back. Frankly, she and I couldn’t care less about Gwen’s heated flooring or Diane’s textured wallpaper. Well, I couldn’t care less, but Sofie just doesn’t give a fuck. I want to sleep, and she wants Jason.
Turning my back to the littered counter that’s calling my name, I walk out on the plates and trays soaking in the sink and dry my hands. I admit it’s quite an achievement for me. Anxiously, Sofie leads the women out, eager to escape to her rendez-vous .
“Night-night, Care.” Sofie’s brimming with ridiculous need. I can almost feel her pulsating fervour. She’s mad about the guy!
“Have fun,” I say, then lock the back door but immediately yank it open again. “Wait! Do you have a key with you?” I shout.
“Yes!” she bellows.
I yawn, dragging myself across the kitchen, and a knock interrupts my closing time.
“Shit,” I mumble, assuming either Gwen or Diane have forgotten something.
I switch the light off in the kitchen, wobbling over to the lamp on the console. I flick it on before reaching the door and labour with three aggravating security devices. I unlock, unbolt, and unchain the main entryway expecting to see Dumb and Dumber—as Sofie fondly refers to them. Before I can completely look up, or speak, two masked persons push me further inside.
“Your party’s finally over. Now you can party with us,” one hisses, and the other clasps my mouth shut with his hands, tying a rag around my jaw.
I’m trying not to mentally shut down, but I’m confused and petrified. I’m too stunned to recall any self-defence techniques, and the alcohol has weakened me. My moans and shrieks are feeble as I kick, scratch, and grip at whatever I can. I’m weighed down and hopelessly ineffective.
“Where’s the other one? I saw someone else in here. Find her upstairs and tie her up, too.”
Sofie.
I sob, trying to move violently about but pose no threat to the dark eyes gawking down at me.
“Shit. You’re a gorgeous one. Fuck me, you’re hot,” he says holding a long, vicious stare.
I try yelling, but my exertions are futile. I’m weary and paralyzed by fear and wine.
“There’s no one else here. Tie this one up and let’s roll,” the taller, more robust invader instructs his partner.
“Get a head start upstairs. I want a few minutes with blondie first.”
“We don’t have all night. Find a purse, some jewellery, and let’s get the fuck out.”
“I said start without me! This
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