Yashashree POV
I can't believe I said that to her but what could I do? She looks so intimidating at that moment. I couldn't help but feel the need to give her an immediate answer. So I utter the 1st word that came into mind which is "boobman".
The moment I said that word I could see how her face turned from angry to a "You have 5 minutes to live" expression.
I could feel shivers ran down my spine. I truly dug my grave this time.
Flashback
Boobman
Boob
Man...
I can feel the atmosphere between us thickened as seconds pass by.
I gulp the nervousness that I didn't know was in me.
She slowly bows her head, soon I saw a smile form on her lips. Then comes her giggles. But I know that this laugh of hers is very different from the one I heard before.
This laugh made the hair all over my body stood up. I bit my bottom lip and wait for my final breath on this earth.
"Not enough," she whispers so low that I could almost not hear it.
"Al... ma Cherie?" I try sweetening my words just to earn her attention, I wanna know what she's thinking like if she spared my life for saying such a thing.
Like seriously of all things I can say, I defended myself with such a word, knowing how she's so defensive about that area.
"So if you see a C or bigger breast, you would ogle at them?"
"No, I'll only appreciate them" I reply proudly. Thinking that my answer was a good one.
"Oooh, alright then Ms. Vargantes. Consider our date canceled." And with that she hastily turns around, stomping her feet hard on the floor.
Wait, what?! Hold on a second!
I rush towards her, I almost fell face on because of these wires. I grab her wrist, desperate for her to talk to me again.
''Aleena, what's wrong with my answer?'' Even my voice sounds desperate, if Kayla is watching me now, she will surely be hitting her knee and laughing her ass off.
Aleena looks at me, she's annoyed, it's so clear just by staring at how the veins on her forehead are pumping blood.
She raises her eyebrow as if to say: Are you really that kind of an imbecile?
I sigh, I look at her eyes pleadingly. I want to date, I''m serious about her. I want to get to know her. But I won't be able to do that if she's already cutting me off before I could even start.
'' Aleena, I'm serious about you. Please-''
''If you are serious about me, don't ogle or like what you said before ''appreciate'' their breast! If you can't focus on me now what's my guarantee that you won't just use me as a toy on your bed?'' This time her words struck me, I'm such an asshole. I hold her chin, pushing it up so I can see her face. Her hiccups are adorable though.
Her eyes are filled with sadness, hot tears falling out of her eyes, her lips are quivering and her cheeks are flushed. After a few seconds of us staring at each other, she turns away her gaze.
Yash, you're an ass. - says my mind.
So without wasting another minute, I pull her close, our lower body is touching. I circle my arms around her waist. My right hand searching for hers, once I get a hold of her hand, I squeeze it tightly, assuring her.
''Your guarantee? Let's see...''
''You're playing with me agai-'' She interrupts before hitting my body.
Arg! I have enough! Let me finish my sentence woman!
I capture her and hug her, circling my arms on her arms keeping her on lock.
''what do you think about me putting a ring on your ring finger?''
She looks at me with her jaw hanging low, her force once had is gone. I can feel her body relax in my arms.
''Say...''
''Like Beyonce once said: If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it.''
''Say what?'' she continues.
I mean she asked for it and most of all I'm SERIOUS.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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It started with her boobs (LESBIAN STORY)
RomanceYashashree Vargantes is in her early 30's and tired of being alone, a narcissist and stubborn sole heir of Vargantes family. She has it all money, fame, lots, expensive cars and amazing techniques in bed. But something is missing. Aleena the breadw...
