What the fuck is this shit?

I jolt up in my bed with a siren buzzing beside my head.

It's the innovation of Apple watch which can sound as annoying as a dying truck.

I slap shut the alarm and sleep back under my cosy blanket, but suddenly my ass tingles as if it remembers the heavy spanking of his gorilla hands.

I sit up, naked under the sheets with a bit of sweet soreness humming in my bones from last night. I throw the blanket away and get in for a hot shower.

I shampoo my hair and as usual, I use all the Dior products on the shelf. My palm wipes the steam off the glass and I look into the shameless eyes staring back at me.

"You stupid bitch!" I bark at my reflection.

"What the fuck was that, 'Dakota please.. make me come.. fuck me.' You headless dildo! Why did you beg him like you never came in your life?" I yell at myself.

I can't believe I sold my dignity for one mindblowing orgasm.

"And then why on the earth did you ask him to sleep with you in the same bed he fucked you. YOU STUPID GIRL!" I burst out in frustration.

No amount of aggression can cover up the humiliation I brought to my land by begging that cruel king for some astral travel.

"So listen here, missy." I say to my reflection.

"This guy may have abs of steel and eyes the could make even Sahara wet, but don't let him fool you with his hot and cold behaviour. No matter how high-tech he seems, he has emotional intelligence of a brick wall. So stop expecting flowers and chocolates from him just because he calls you 'baby' in his deep fucking voice."

Oh, god!

Oh, my god!

I slide down to the flooring tiles of the shower as my mind suddenly plays the memory of him calling me baby while he made me cum.

That orgasm felt like someone opened the gates of a dam, which was close since many years. And it flooded out so hard, so fast and so passionately that all the dried veins in my body suddenly flourished with ecstasy.

Oh, no!

This is so bad!

I stand up and wipe the steam off the glass so I can talk to my reflection again. "Self, listen up."

I lean in closer to the glass with determination as I examine my face. "You are dead. You feel nothing from inside. You are a dead, strong, and independent woman."

I narrow my gaze and warn my reflection, "You won't take a shit from a guy, especially not the one who treats you like a third-class citizen. Got it?"

I nod my head in return.

I rinse the shampoo from my hair as I say, "Okay.. I accept he is hot, but that's not an excuse to put up with his dickass attitude. He is like a batteryless robot who-" Wait..

Where is my towel?

I double check the bathroom for a towel or bathrobe, but I find none. My wet feet make prints all over the place as I try to recall where I left it.

I stand beside the bed and face the other side as I say, "Let go off that towel and get on the bed." He told me that, then I dropped my towel here. On this spot, which is now clear like a bald head. I look under the bed and it's untenanted too.

That psycho-pathetic bastard!

I can't believe he stole my clothes and now hid the towel too, so I am left with no other alternative than wearing his stupid lingeries.

God! He is the biggest villain I have ever seen on-screen and off-screen of my life.

No doubt why he has a monopoly on his technology in the market. He probably robbed his other competitors in the dark.

I stomp my wet feet angrily into the walk-in closet and open the slider to choose a not-so-see-through linge- WHAT THE FUCK!

"Where are his stupid lingeries?" I scream as I see the cabinet empty with no trace of bralette or stalkings, which was filled with slutty underwears till yesterday.

This motherfucking bipolar bitch!

"What am I going to wear now?" I yell frantically as I stand there dripping naked.

I can't believe this bastard! He left no cloth for me! Not even a handkerchief!

I am beyond livid as my wet feet storm towards the bedroom and then only I realize, the house has automatic changing glass windows. Hence, there are no curtains.

With a fierce tug, I yank the sheets off the bed.

"You will never win." I bark in the air as I drape the bedsheet around my naked body like a mummy and stomp my feet in search of that motherfucker.

"Dakota!" I scream his name louder than last night.

"Where are you?" You dickhead!

I stop at the laundry room as I remember putting my bathrobe in the washing machine for cleaning, and Voila! It disappeared as well.

Gosh! I hate him.

I fucking hate him.

I hope he burns in hell.

But I know.. Even if he goes to hell, he would hide all the clothes of the Devil and sit on his throne like a motherfucker he is.

Sheets flow behind me like cape as I continue my search and finally find the shady king in the kitchen, sucking on his protein shake.

"Where are my clothes?" I bark at him, fuming with anger.

Dakota raises his executive brow at me and eyes the bedsheet on my body. A frown climb up to his majestic nose and he blinks at me prickly. "I don't know what you are talking about."

His voice dead like his expression and it just inflamed me more.

"I am pretty sure they didn't walk out of their own." I bark at him, pointing my judge-y finger at him.

"Listen mister, I want my clothes back. The ones you stole on the first day and the bathrobe, along with the towel which you hide yesterday. I want them all back. Right now." 

I breathe like a fire dragon while he quietly and very calmly watches me with his razor-sharp gaze. As if he is trying to think of ways to grill me on his barbecue.

"Didn't your parents teach you the lesson of life, Miss Stone?" Dakota asks me in his deep principal voice.

"What?" I stare back at his broccoli eyes with a state of confusion.

"That in life, you don't get everything what you want." He speaks some self-made philosophical quote which makes no fucking sense.

"What it has to do anything with my clothes?" I bark at him in annoyance, while I hold on to the bedsheet, which keeps slipping on gravity.

Dakota leaves his protein shake and takes a quiet and long stride towards me.

"I wanted to see you walking in those lingeries since day one." His voice deeper than the seven hells and thicker than any sin.

"I have imagined it so many times, touching the frill against your skin, feeling the delicate lace under my fingers while I trace your curves." He continues in a husky growl, causing goosebumps run down my arms.

"I wanted to bite the lace off your body and taste every inch of you." His eyes never leaving mine, "I wanted to feel the net tear under my teeth, piece by piece, until there is nothing left between us."

I gulp, holding on to the sheet close to my body as he take a slow step towards me, whispering, "I wanted to feel it all while I am inside you, deep and hard, and you scream my name at the top of your lungs, over and over."

Fresh blood flushes on to my face and I feel my stomach clench at his words.

Dakota stares at me wildly. An intense fire lurks behind those mysterious green orbs as they stare at me with a hotness of hell.

"But did I get anything of that? No." He asks me darkly, then answers himself. He is a psycho.

"So, I have decided. If I don't get to see you in lingeries, then I'll see you in nothing."

What kind of fuck-shit logic is that?

I forgot he is a paradoxical product from a fucked up factory. Arguing with him is like arguing with a cemented wall. He gives no shit!

"Fine. I have decided too." I snarl at him as I walk to the other side of the counter with a war in my mind.

"If you won't give me clothes to wear.. Then I'll make my own." I pull out a scissor from the drawer and make a hole in the bedsheet.

Dakota watches me amusingly as I put my arm through the cut and fix the remaining cloth on my body with knots, feeling like a total boss.

I hear a chuckle in the room and I look at the man of my misery. "You never fail to amuse me, Miss Stone. You are a unique piece." His lips twist up humourously as he stares at my piece of art.

I smile, feeling a sense of pride. "Thanks. I like to stand out." And spat sarcastically.

"Interesting." He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

Dakota is not a normal guy. He is built different, like a man in a cloak of enigma. You can't tell what shade he is beneath his clothes.

He is like the skeleton in the closet. And it somehow scares me and thrills me and scares me, because I have no idea what evil plan he is plotting in his demonic head.

"Very interesting." His grin continues to grow as if mentally saying.. 'Challenge accepted'.

But I am not a normal girl as well. I am a princess of the audacious land, where people still sing the song of my big balls. I mean my courage.

I glare back at the barbaric king with a stare which screams.. 'Hell yeah bitch!'

Dakota slowly nods his head as he straightens up to his full aristocratic height and looks down at me shallowly.

"Omelette. In ten minutes." He tells me and walks away with his mysterious smirk.

"Of course, your highness!" I grit my teeth, feeling the frustration building up my ass.

I'll show this motherfucker what a fucking breakfast I can make!

With the bread in my hand, I head to the backyard where Dakota's vicious dogs are lounging around. Perfect!

"Hey, you two naughty boys!" I wave the bread slices in the air, and their ears immediately perk up.

"Want a treat?" I sneer as they come rushing towards me, wagging their tails furiously.

I hold out the slices with a smile on my beautiful face as I watch their slick, drool dropping tongues licking every inch of the bread that I am going to serve their master.

He he ha ha hey hey! 😈

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