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"Your bags are very heavy, Angelina," his deep, velvety voice said to me as he got in the car. I was welcomed by his strong cologne, which got my insides churning again. I breathed in deeply his scent. He turned towards me with a raised eyebrow. His eyes twinkled with some form of curiosity. Damn those eyes.
"Why must you breathe so deeply?" he asked me. I just wanted to melt right there.
"Oh, nothing. It is just that this car smells so good, sir," I said. Plain lie.
He said to me with a soft expression, "You can call me Julian, or even Dad, if we get to that stage."
We may never get to that stage, I thought to myself. Not because I didn't think of him as a father, but because I could barely believe that such a man could have created me. He looked like something from the gods, while I just look like a regular boring human.
"Okay, Julian,"I said softly as he started the car. The engine came to life, and soon we were speeding down the highway. When we'd been driving for about six hours, we stopped to get something to eat.
"Where do you live anyway?" I asked Julian as we ate our burgers and fries.
He replied, "Sacramento."
Oh hell no! Surely he did not mean Sacramento, California!
"You live alone?"
I expected him to say no, so I could start thinking of a plan to seduce him into having sex with me, but I was left rather jealous and disappointed when he said, "No. I live with my wife and teenage son, Tyler. He is about your age, except he is seventeen, and you are sixteen. You have to watch out, though. He is a little pervert."
I didn't care about his son. I was angry that he had a wife. She must be so beautiful to be with this man. I couldn't think of how many times he would slam his cock into her pussy. If he never did, then he had to be gay. He would be pretty hot for a gay.
"Oh," was all I could say.
His expression softened, and he took my hand in his. Holy shit. I'm getting wet all over again.
"Don't worry; Ashley is rather on the nice side. You two will love each other. She is dying to meet you," he said.
And I am dying to fuck you, I thought. My jealousy soon went away, and we were again cruising along the highway. By the time we arrived at his home, I was fast asleep.
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The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of water being turned on. I sat up, and was amazed by the room I was in. It couldn't be mine. In one corner, there was a desk with my laptop, phone, and iPod. In the other corner, there was a door to my closet, I guessed. The walls were painted electric blue, my favorite color, and there were posters of my favorite poems and bands. It looked as though I'd lived here all my life and decorated this room by myself. But I didn't.
I got out of "my" bed and walked over to "my" closet. I slowly twisted the handle like they did in scary movies, which was pretty unnecessary. When I opened the door, I almost fainted. (De ja vu?) There were shelves stacked with clothes. Clothes that were not mine. Heels, wedges, bikinis, dresses, skirts, all that other shit, too.
I was observing what I was supposed to call mine when I heard a voice behind me say, "Good morning, Angel."
I jumped and turned around. Julian was there, without a shirt. His just fucked hair made him look even more desirable, and I was instantly wet. Why does he have to have this effect on me?
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"Why must you breathe so deeply?" he asked me. I just wanted to melt right there.
"Oh, nothing. It is just that this car smells so good, sir," I said. Plain lie.
He said to me with a soft expression, "You can call me Julian, or even Dad, if we get to that stage."
We may never get to that stage, I thought to myself. Not because I didn't think of him as a father, but because I could barely believe that such a man could have created me. He looked like something from the gods, while I just look like a regular boring human.
"Okay, Julian,"I said softly as he started the car. The engine came to life, and soon we were speeding down the highway. When we'd been driving for about six hours, we stopped to get something to eat.
"Where do you live anyway?" I asked Julian as we ate our burgers and fries.
He replied, "Sacramento."
Oh hell no! Surely he did not mean Sacramento, California!
"You live alone?"
I expected him to say no, so I could start thinking of a plan to seduce him into having sex with me, but I was left rather jealous and disappointed when he said, "No. I live with my wife and teenage son, Tyler. He is about your age, except he is seventeen, and you are sixteen. You have to watch out, though. He is a little pervert."
I didn't care about his son. I was angry that he had a wife. She must be so beautiful to be with this man. I couldn't think of how many times he would slam his cock into her pussy. If he never did, then he had to be gay. He would be pretty hot for a gay.
"Oh," was all I could say.
His expression softened, and he took my hand in his. Holy shit. I'm getting wet all over again.
"Don't worry; Ashley is rather on the nice side. You two will love each other. She is dying to meet you," he said.
And I am dying to fuck you, I thought. My jealousy soon went away, and we were again cruising along the highway. By the time we arrived at his home, I was fast asleep.
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The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of water being turned on. I sat up, and was amazed by the room I was in. It couldn't be mine. In one corner, there was a desk with my laptop, phone, and iPod. In the other corner, there was a door to my closet, I guessed. The walls were painted electric blue, my favorite color, and there were posters of my favorite poems and bands. It looked as though I'd lived here all my life and decorated this room by myself. But I didn't.
I got out of "my" bed and walked over to "my" closet. I slowly twisted the handle like they did in scary movies, which was pretty unnecessary. When I opened the door, I almost fainted. (De ja vu?) There were shelves stacked with clothes. Clothes that were not mine. Heels, wedges, bikinis, dresses, skirts, all that other shit, too.
I was observing what I was supposed to call mine when I heard a voice behind me say, "Good morning, Angel."
I jumped and turned around. Julian was there, without a shirt. His just fucked hair made him look even more desirable, and I was instantly wet. Why does he have to have this effect on me?
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