Page 55 of Trig

“Yeah? Great. What does the princess feel like doing then?”

Princess! I got your princess. I start grabbing every plate of food off that extravagant table and smashing it to the floor. I know it’s childish but when my temper takes over, it’s too late to do anything. Oscar doesn’t attempt to stop me. He stands there, arms folded, back to being unbothered once again. The butler runs in with worry splashed across his face. Oscar just shakes his head and motions for him to leave. The butler, although concerned, does as requested and walks out.

“Are you fucking done?” he asks with anger in his eyes.

I’m out of breath and in a state of exhaustion at this point. He angrily walks up to me and grabs me by the back of my neck, pulling me into him. Our faces are now inches from each other.

“No. I’m just out of plates,” I shout.

He aggressively picks me up and sits me down on top of the table. His lips crash into mine, and with this rage, I’m not stopping him. I could definitely hate-fuck him. Clothes are coming off at a rapid pace and his mouth is devouring me. It dawns on me, what if I have been over here acting up for nothing. Breaking plates just to get mediocre dick. I slide my hand down his pants and between his legs to see if it was all worth it. This guy is seriously packing and I’m a bit scared but I’m up for the challenge. As we make out, I unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widen as I take in his python that is escaping from its enclosure which happens to be his boxers. He drops to his knee and goes to slide my black panties off.

“Am I interrupting something?” a woman’s voice shakes things up. “A home invasion, by the looks of it here.”

I scurry for my clothes as he rolls his eyes, stands up, and partially dresses.

“This is a private dinner, Letty. Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I should go,” I say, as I struggle to slide into my jeans and shirt and grab my heels.

“Good idea,” the woman says.

Oscar grabs my arm. “You. Sit. Now.”

I sit down, heels in one hand and bra in the other as he ushers Letty out of the room. I can hear them arguing quietly about what seems to be business. Oscar returns after a few minutes and sits at the table.

“Sorry. Business has a hard time separating itself from my personal life.”

“Letty. Was that her name? Did you fuck her?”

He looks at me, confused.

“It’s okay if you did. I’m just curious if I need to sleep with one eye open tonight. Like, will she be outside my house tomorrow? Is she a jilted lover?”

“Have I asked you any personal questions? Any about your bedroom partners?”

“Fair enough, but none of mine are waltzing up in here while my titties and your dick were out.”

Oscar looks at me and half grins.

“Letty is not a lover. She’s my older sister.”

“Oh shit! Your sister. That’s even worse than a jilted lover. I think it’s best if I leave. Thank you for the drink, foreplay, and almost dinner. It’s been a delight.”

Oscar ignores me, walks over to the corner and picks up multiple thick envelopes. I watch as he walks back and then dumps them out on the table.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask.

“Hopefully, a reason for you to stay. It’s fifty grand, as promised.” He winks.

“The deal was dinner. We never actually ate.”

He looks at me, licks his lips and does that half-grin thing.

“Don’t worry. If you stay…I could feed you.”

“If I stay, I might let you,” I tease. “But honestly, you should probably keep the money. The bill for this shit has got to be insane,” I say, as I motion around at the damage I did earlier.

He’s good at changing lanes because the next shit out of his mouth makes me want to bite him.

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