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Frumos Dezordine (Beautiful Disarray)
Disarray
. ” Oh, zuster, we hebben zo'n grote probleem! Broer gaat komt het dat je te bezoeken-“
“ WHAT!?” I hissed, cutting him off. He groaned. He only talked in dutch when he was agitated, distressed, or worried…. Or all three, like he was now. Demani slid closer, giving me a worried look. I waved a hand as if to say don’t worry about it.
“What time is Hemi showing up tomorrow?” his eyes widened. Morisette answered, in English, thank God. “ About 8 in the morning. He wants you to be waiting for him at your boarding home. I’m really sorry, sister, I-“
“It’s fine, Mor, I’ll be fine. Lets just hope he doesn’t dislike my boss too much.” Demani snorted, and Morisette was quiet a moment.
“Are you at work?” I hesitated.
“no.” I finally admitted. He groaned.
“Good God, why is there someone at you’re house at this time of night?” I grimaced.
“Supernatural marathon?” I said, but it sounded like a question. Morisette groaned again. “ Disarray, please tell me you’re not-“
“NO! Morisette, that’s just… no.” I said, exasperated. He sighed in relief. “ok. Well, that’s good. I’ll let you go, then. Tell you’re boss…hi.” He said, then hung up. I groaned.
“Not fair Morsiette.” I said, throwing my phone on the coffee table. I looked away from Demani when he leaned closer. “ you need to be going. Hemi will be here at 8.” He didn’t respond, but instead leaned even closer. I sprang up, collecting the popcorn bags and going to throw them away in the kitchen. I heard him sigh, but ignored it as I began picking up the dishes we’d left out on the table. Arms circled my waist, making me jump. I squirmed until I could see behind me.
“Let me go.” I said evenly. He responded by smiling slightly, then chuckling and setting his chin on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was getting increasingly…… angry, with him. Finally I opened my eyes.
“Let. Me. Go. Before you Really piss me off.” I said softly, voice still even. He chuckled again.
“Calm down.” He turned me suddenly, so that I was facing him. He let his hands slide to my hips.
“so you’re eyes are violet when you’re angry. Very interesting.” I wiggled around, trying to get out of his grasp, and his hands tightened, his nails digging into my skin softly. “stop moving like that.” He said huskily. I growled, glaring at him.
“Then do as I say and let me go!” I growled. He sighed. “ I don’t want to, amant. so I’m sorry, but no. not tonight.” I gasped, right before his lips collided with mine. I made a surprised sound in the back of my throat, and tried to turn away. He sighed, but pulled back.
“What’s wrong, amant? you aren’t still mad, are you?” I grimaced. Sad to say, I wasn’t. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. His concerned look turned into a lustful one.
“Good God, I love you’re eyes.” He said, his voice husky and his accent evident. He leaned down slower, as if to give me a chance to pull back. I hesitated, not sure.he paused a hairs breath away.
“Tell me to leave now, amant, and I will leave you. But if you let me stay, I’m not leaving tonight.” He said, his voice still pitched low. I bit my lip. I knew what he was saying. If I let him kiss me, I was losing my virginity tonight.
Would it really be so bad with him, though? Yeah, he was my boss, but he’s made me laugh so much, and that brief kiss…. When I wasn’t pulling back, I had realized that it was nice, lovely even. He’d make sure I would be satisfied. I groaned, pulling his head down to mine.
“ WHAT!?” I hissed, cutting him off. He groaned. He only talked in dutch when he was agitated, distressed, or worried…. Or all three, like he was now. Demani slid closer, giving me a worried look. I waved a hand as if to say don’t worry about it.
“What time is Hemi showing up tomorrow?” his eyes widened. Morisette answered, in English, thank God. “ About 8 in the morning. He wants you to be waiting for him at your boarding home. I’m really sorry, sister, I-“
“It’s fine, Mor, I’ll be fine. Lets just hope he doesn’t dislike my boss too much.” Demani snorted, and Morisette was quiet a moment.
“Are you at work?” I hesitated.
“no.” I finally admitted. He groaned.
“Good God, why is there someone at you’re house at this time of night?” I grimaced.
“Supernatural marathon?” I said, but it sounded like a question. Morisette groaned again. “ Disarray, please tell me you’re not-“
“NO! Morisette, that’s just… no.” I said, exasperated. He sighed in relief. “ok. Well, that’s good. I’ll let you go, then. Tell you’re boss…hi.” He said, then hung up. I groaned.
“Not fair Morsiette.” I said, throwing my phone on the coffee table. I looked away from Demani when he leaned closer. “ you need to be going. Hemi will be here at 8.” He didn’t respond, but instead leaned even closer. I sprang up, collecting the popcorn bags and going to throw them away in the kitchen. I heard him sigh, but ignored it as I began picking up the dishes we’d left out on the table. Arms circled my waist, making me jump. I squirmed until I could see behind me.
“Let me go.” I said evenly. He responded by smiling slightly, then chuckling and setting his chin on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was getting increasingly…… angry, with him. Finally I opened my eyes.
“Let. Me. Go. Before you Really piss me off.” I said softly, voice still even. He chuckled again.
“Calm down.” He turned me suddenly, so that I was facing him. He let his hands slide to my hips.
“so you’re eyes are violet when you’re angry. Very interesting.” I wiggled around, trying to get out of his grasp, and his hands tightened, his nails digging into my skin softly. “stop moving like that.” He said huskily. I growled, glaring at him.
“Then do as I say and let me go!” I growled. He sighed. “ I don’t want to, amant. so I’m sorry, but no. not tonight.” I gasped, right before his lips collided with mine. I made a surprised sound in the back of my throat, and tried to turn away. He sighed, but pulled back.
“What’s wrong, amant? you aren’t still mad, are you?” I grimaced. Sad to say, I wasn’t. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. His concerned look turned into a lustful one.
“Good God, I love you’re eyes.” He said, his voice husky and his accent evident. He leaned down slower, as if to give me a chance to pull back. I hesitated, not sure.he paused a hairs breath away.
“Tell me to leave now, amant, and I will leave you. But if you let me stay, I’m not leaving tonight.” He said, his voice still pitched low. I bit my lip. I knew what he was saying. If I let him kiss me, I was losing my virginity tonight.
Would it really be so bad with him, though? Yeah, he was my boss, but he’s made me laugh so much, and that brief kiss…. When I wasn’t pulling back, I had realized that it was nice, lovely even. He’d make sure I would be satisfied. I groaned, pulling his head down to mine.