↠18↞ Toxic

                                    

                                          
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Toxic
Kiss him!? Kiss Will!?
Just the thought of it hinders my ability to function. My heart pounds in my chest like a bass drum. I feel lightheaded.
Will circles his arm around my waist. "So?" he whispers into the dip at the base of my neck, then runs his tongue along my cleavage, licking off the drops of water that his wet hair adorned my skin with. "Will you kiss me?"
My breath staggers. The world around me spins in circles like a carousel. I find myself unable to answer. Words simply fail me at the sensation of his hands digging into each side of my waist.
His trails his lips down my stomach, teasing me through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Is that a yes?" he asks, his tone is somewhat triumphant. He knows that I can't defy him.
Consciously, or not, my lips part slightly when his cold fingers slide under my shirt. He lifts himself back up, connecting his ablaze eyes to mine.
I haven't got a clue when, or why, but I place my hands on his firm torso. The solidity underneath my fingertips shortens my breathing. He's in such a great form.
His eyes are luminous with mirth. He gleans pleasure from watching me lose control.
My lips begin to tingle under his intense stare. All of a sudden, I feel the urge to kiss him. I stand on my tiptoes, petrified of what I'm about to do, but he momentarily pulls away, his lips stretch in a contemptuous grin.
What the hell?
"Unbelievable." He shakes his head. "You really thought that I was going to kiss you." His disdainful laugh bounces off the walls.
I feel confused. "Isn't it exactly what you wanted?"
Will pinches the bridge of his nose. "Gosh, you're so toxic." He takes a few steps backwards, as if I was radioactive. "You're ready to cheat on your boyfriend, but you're not ready to dump him." His eyes are full of judgement. "Did you even think about him for a moment?"
My face instantly falls because, no, I didn't.
My hesitation comes to Will's notice. "If you look right, there is the door. I'm sure you know how to use it," he states coldly.
His words weigh my chest. He doesn't want me here. No one wants a cheater.
I get a rapid hold of myself. "What about the contract?" I ask, nervous.
Will takes his time on cerebrating. Then, without giving me any answer, he saunters off to his chest of drawers and pulls a black top over his head.
"Hello?" I ask, irritated.
"Things can stay the way they are, but under one condition." He turns around to look at me. His eyes are grave. "You really won't disobey me anymore."
I feel like punching him. Money must've made him think that he's somehow superior. To me, however, he's just an eighteen-year-old, spoiled guy. I can't believe that I wanted to kiss him a moment ago. "Okay, deal," I acquiesce. "What about me having sex with Nathan? Is this still a ban?"
Will gives an abrupt laugh of disbelief. "The selfishness is killing me, man." He shakes his head. "You've literally just let me lick your skin, and now you're thinking about having sex with your boyfriend? Do you even care about anyone else but yourself?"
I blink, astonished. "First of all, Mr. Perfect, I wouldn't even be here, if you didn't steal my money."
Will points his index finger at me. "Don't you put the blame on me. I might have stolen from you, but your disloyalty and mendacity towards your boyfriend has got nothing to do with me, or what I've done. Every day that passes by, you've got the freedom of choice, yet you still lie to him rather than tell him the truth or just simply leave him."