Page 17 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“See you later, Bash.” I call out, eyeballing Gaia with a frown on my face.

“What did the golden oldie want?” She snickers, walking in right past me and heading to the kitchen.

“Don’t call him that. He’s far from old, looks wise.” I swoon.

“Oh yeah? He’s old enough to be your grandfather, sis.”

“Shut up. He came by to tell me and Auntie that he bought my home back from the bank, so it’s ours free and clear.” I jump up and down with excitement.

“Interesting how an old geezer like him has enough time for a job when he spends a big portion of it pinning over you.” I don’t know what she’s talking about and knowing her, I don’t even want to find out.

“Whatever, all I care about is going back home.” I flop down at the kitchen table, letting my mind try to figure out what she’s getting at, but coming up empty handed. The only thing I should be thinking about is moving back home.

“Well, I’m coming, too.”

“Coming where?

“I’m moving in with you both.”

“No way, really?” I squeal with glee as I hop over to her and circle my arms around her waist.

“Yes, really. We aren’t the three Musketeers with only the two of you.” She chugs her water, taking a break to add, “When do we move in?” And just like that, my world is starting to mend itself back together again.

It’s been two years since Bash first kissed me. Two long years and quite frankly, I’m over it. Did it mean nothing to him? Was he just caught up in the moment? Why has he been

around so much, and done nothing more than engage in normal conversation?I mean, I’m twenty years old for cripes sake. I’m a teacher’s aid on campus, and I’m studying Early Childhood education with an understudy in Science. Can he really not see the woman I have blossomed into?

I’ve even tried dating in between waiting on him, but those were all failed attempts.

Especially, the one where my ex, Silan, almost tried to rape me. How could I have been so stupid and not seen through his charming act that night.

I felt something was off with him, but had no idea how true that really was. He begged me weeks later to let him explain, but I wanted nothing more to do with him.

Giving my head a good shake, trying to get rid of those thoughts that I no longer allow to hinder me, I continue on with my day like normal.

Classes, work, and maybe out to dinner with G and Aunt Josie.

“Time to slay the day.” I inhale and exhale, and slay the heck out of my day.

I’ve been so wrapped up in all things Bash, that I’ve been neglecting my girls. I decided a girl’s night was in order. “Ahhh, I feel so clean and ready to Netflix and chill with the girls tonight.” I sigh. Today wasn’t a bad day, I’m just glad to be home. I wrap a towel around my body and tread to my room when I hear voices.

“Look, Josie, it’s time. I’ve waited nearly four years to ask her out and whether you agree or not, I’m still going to do it.” His voice is loud and filled with anger. But could I have heard him wrong? Does he mean me?

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear footfalls hitting the stairs right before my door bursts open.

“Athens, darling, there is something I need to-.” Mr. Bash starts, but as he turns and sees me standing there, wet from my shower, he forgets how to speak. I watch as he eyes my body, wrapped in the towel, before they settle back on my face. I recognize the look, it’s heated, hungry, and mirrors my own at times.

I’ve become horny all the time and had to invest in toys to take care of my sexual needs since I’m not having sex yet.

“Mr. Bash?” My voice is nothing more than a whisper as I watch him take slow steps towards me, almost like he’s going in slow motion. I’m too scared to drop the towel, but the way he’s undressing me with his eyes, I should do it so he can see what he would be getting if he did decide to ask me out.

“Athens, my little one, I am sorry to barge in like this, but I needed to uh, ask you something.” He finally stops in front of me, and I’ve lost the ability to breathe.

His hand lifts and comes within inches of my face, and my eyes drift closed. Just when I think he’s going to withdraw, I feel the roughness of them cup my chin and pull my face towards him.

The moment our lips touch, I feel fluttering in the pit of my belly as heat travels down to my pussy, making me remember that I am completely naked beneath this towel.

I’m so wrapped up in the kiss, that I don’t even care about being naked. I almost wish he would forget about being a gentleman and take my V-card right here and now.

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