Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 33: Duplicates

MALAYINA

May 12th 2018

I held my breath as he continued to rub his lips along mine. Sending a tsunami of butterflies up my legs

exploding around my sex. I attempt to inhale shallow breathes as I'm solely consumed by his touch and

I wish for nothing more than for him to get it over with and devour my lips. I'm eighteen years old and

this is as close as I've gotten to kissing a man.

On the lips.....

Kissing dick doesn't count.....

Right?

I shake my head, answering him, with my eyes squeezed shut. Afraid to open them and let him see

deep into my broken soul.

Letting him discover my untold tales.

"You sure about that mikros?" He removes his lips from mine.

I mentally kick and scream begging him to return to me. With the tip of his nose, he runs it over my

bare neck and I whimper at the foreign feeling.

The heat of his breath tickles my skin, compelling me to squirm in my seat as he shifts my head to the

side. Giving himself free access to the crook of my neck. He glides his wet tongue along my feverish

skin, coating me with his essence. My nipples harden as they peek shamelessly through my white

blouse.

Begging to be touched.

"You smell like a rainforest on a sunny day." He breathes me in.

"A breath of fresh air." He whispers hoarsely into my ear.

I arch my back off the seat, thrusting my breasts forward as another soft moan escapes between my

lips..

His accent alone is enough to send my body tumbling into an orgasm. On a whim, I wrap my fingers

around his wrist, removing his hand from my face and I slide his sensual hand between the gap of my

blouse.

Inviting him to cup my tender breast.

"Amar," I whisper, opening my eyes needing to see him.

I want him...

I yearn to offer my innocence on a silver platter and serve myself bare to him.

No questions asked.

The pad of his thumb brushes over the top of my nipple and I gnaw at my cheek trying my best not to

sound like a needy little brat.

"Gamó̱!" Amar growls as he quickly moves away from me.

Running a hand through his hair, he glances at me with his chest rising and falling. Dangerously fast for

a man who's just lost control for a minute or two. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his

eyes and counts to ten in greek.

When he reopens his eyes they immediately land on mine. The lust that once absorbed his emerald

green eyes has now been replaced with distress.

"Fix yourself up." He demands roughly.

I do as I'm told and I fix my blouse, buttoning up an extra button for good measure.

I sit back in my chair and sigh at my stupidity.

Where did I honestly think this was going to lead?

With an abundance of regret, I wish I could rewind time and prevent everything that has happened

between us.

I'm so foolish it will one day ruin me.

He will ruin you altogether......

My inner goddess says and she's not wrong.

I watch in the corner of my eye as he pushes the button for the window to slide down. He says

something to 'The Hulk' in their native tongue and seconds later a file is being handed to him through

the window. His window goes up and he turns to face me.

"I have a new contract for you to sign." He opens the folder and slides out a piece of paper.

I look at him through narrowed eyes.

So...

He gets one contract thrown out the window and he presents me with a fresh one? I think to myself

with confusion.

I take the piece of paper from him and let my eyes scan over it. I turn it over and look back at him

puzzled.

"Where's the rest of it?" I wave the paper in the air.

"This only asks for my signature," I say exasperated.

I may be young.

But I'm not stupid enough to sign my life away without an explanation.

"You are signing your rights away to think for yourself until your debt is paid." He says with ease.

I laugh, I close my eyes and have a good old belly rubbing laugh at him.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" I arch my brows, sobering from my hysterical laughing fit.

He slips his hand into his suit breast pocket and presents an overpriced pen. I snatch it from his fingers

and look at it. I hear him snarl at my rude behaviour and it doesn't phase me. The aftermath smile falls

from my face as I start to realise he's as serious as a heart attack.

"No!" I stare daggers at him.

"This is ridiculous and unrealistic." I start.

"You want to own me! What am I meant to call you if I agree to sign this?" Angry tears prick my eyes.

"Daddy?" I sniffle, remembering my piece of shit father.

"Maybe Sir? Should I get on my knees, bowing my head and wait for your obscene instructions?"

I tear the paper, letting my emotions reflect through the shredded pieces of bullshit.

Through a fit of rage.

I throw the ripped up paper at him as he continues to sit there staring at me like I've lost my damn

mind.

He opens the folder again and hands me a duplicate. I snatch the paper from him and scribble FUCK

YOU along the dotted lines. I hand it back to him with a 'Bitch-is-crazy' smile on my face. He glares at Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

my amazing signature then back at me.

Sighing, he reproduces me with another. The asshole smirks at me with a...

'I-can-do-this-all-day' look on his face.

Game on Mr Diamandis!!

I mentally smile wondering how many copies he's brought with him today.