Page 33 of The Dollhouse

“And why would I do that?” Zoey asked, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. Her pink hair was a little messy after a night’s sleep, her expression one that could kill. I bet she would, if given the chance. I didn’t think little miss pink liked me all too much.

Join the fucking club. I wasn’t here to be liked. I was only here because Roman told me to be.

“Because I can make your life fucking miserable,” I told her, setting the cereal box aside on the sofa. I rested my arms on my knees after uncrossing my legs, leaning forward as I glared at her. It wasn’t like I wanted to kill everyone I met; Zoey was just… she was absolutely infuriating, flouncing the rules Roman had given her on multiple occasions. If he wanted someone who would follow his rules, he should dispose of her and find someone else.

She was too… annoying. Too rash and combative, too noncompliant and just irritating, exasperating in every single fucking way. Why couldn’t Roman see that?

But, again, it wasn’t my place to question him, so I didn’t. I kept all that bottled up inside. Nothing bad would happen from that, right? Whatever. I didn’t fucking care. I also didn’t think this thing, whatever it was, would last much longer. Roman had never zeroed in on anyone like this before, and there had been plenty of new girls at the Dollhouse for him to immediately sink his fangs into.

Zoey had been the first, and I didn’t doubt she wouldn’t be the last.

At least, I hoped she wouldn’t be the last. If she was the final girl, if Roman never cut her loose and she was always in our lives, I… well, I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of being tied down to such a rambunctious brat.

And the pink hair. Ugh.

Zoey sat up, letting the blanket fall down, revealing she wore no top, not even a damned bra. Her tits just hung out, big and round and, you know, there. What the fuck else was I supposed to do besides stare at them? I might hate her, but her body was something else.

“How can you make my life miserable?” She glared at me, those eyes narrowed and totally unimpressed. Such defiance for someone who was always hungry and willing to take my cock when Roman was around.

Would she take it now, knowing Roman wasn’t here? I would never… but I’d be a liar if I said the thought didn’t cross my mind.

“I don’t like you,” she stated with a shrug of her shoulders and a bouncing of her tits. “So why would anything you do make my life miserable? Look around, buddy, it’s not exactly a great life anyways.”

I did not like being told that, for whatever reason. I was allowed not to like her, but she wasn’t allowed to claim the same. Come the fuck on. You didn’t thirst for someone’s dick if you hated their guts, not completely.

Hmm. I guess, if that was true, technically the same could be said for me aching for her pussy, but that wasn’t the point.

What was the point? I didn’t fucking know; I lost my train of thought staring at those tits.

“You could always go back to your old life,” I suggested, kind of wishing she would just drop everything and go. Granted, Roman would hunt her down and drag her screaming ass back here, but that was beside the point. Maybe he’d realize how much she wasn’t worth it and finally let her go—or make me take care of her in another way. The permanent way.

Zoey tossed the blankets off her, sliding out of her bed, letting me view the fact that she wore absolutely nothing, every part of her body on display as she got to her feet and stretched, being sexy on purpose, probably. The bitch. “I have nothing to go back to,” she said, shrugging. “So, for now, I guess we’re stuck with each other, you creep.” She said nothing else, swaying her hips almost too much as she sauntered to the bathroom.

I watched her go, feeling my heart start to beat a little faster. That, and my dick twitch in my pants. How the hell was I supposed to look at that naked body and not want to ram myself into it? With a sigh, I got out my phone, texting Roman.

Your girl is trying my patience, I said, hitting send before getting to my feet and putting the box of cereal away, ignoring the slight ache in my balls. Roman was never a man to sleep in, even when he stayed up all night. If anyone else would be awake right now, it was him.

I stood in the kitchen, waiting for a response, staring at my phone as if it held the answers. Fuck it all to hell. I said Zoey meant nothing, that she annoyed the fuck out of me, but then why couldn’t I get that pink-haired head out of my brain? Don’t tell me Roman’s obsession with her rubbed off on me; I wasn’t the kind of man who ever focused on one girl before. That just wasn’t me.

When my ears heard the shower turn on, I had to fight my thoughts, to keep them away from how that naked body of hers would look underneath the showerhead. All soapy, wet and steamy…

My phone screen lit up, Roman’s response:What is she doing?

Arguing with me. I told her to treat me like she would you, but she wasn’t having any of it.

It was but a moment before he said,What is she doing now?

Showering, I said, still fighting my mind, trying not to picture what she looked like in there, all sudsed up. I thought about whipping my dick out and rubbing one out right here, but I didn’t know how long she’d be in there, and I’d be damned if she caught me doing that. She’d probably get the wrong idea, probably think I actually liked her or something equally as stupid.

Roman told me,Call me when she’s out.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, wondering what the hell he had up his sleeve. My feet, in spite of my mind struggling against it, drew me towards the bathroom door. She’d shut it, and I bet she’d locked it, but it was just a regular door handle, something you only had to fiddle with a little bit to unlock.

Would going in there be too much? Really, I wouldn’t be touching her, so I wouldn’t be going against what Roman wanted. I’d just be watching her, making sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Yeah, I mean, that wasn’t wrong. Roman wanted her to behave, so me watching her shower was a part of making sure she was a good girl.

I had the door handle unlocked within a moment, pushing inside and instantly seeing her behind a clear shower curtain. Zoey was in the middle of shampooing her hair, turning to glare at me. When our eyes locked, she frowned.

“Dude,” she said, “I know you might not realize it, but there is a thing called privacy—you should learn it and give me some, because this is a little much.” As she spoke, she rinsed out her hair, reaching for her poufy thing and a tube of body wash next.

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