Ajax

You rest on the couch in the living room gazing outside the beautiful dark lit city of New York city, Times square to be exact.

Ajax, said he’d be home soon. Your boyfriend is always doing shady stuff, you don’t know how and where he gets all this money from. He doesn’t give you room to ask questions nor complain.

You’ve been waiting for him here, like he asked you to since 5PM. It’s starting to be piss worthy how you always have to be the sitting duck for him.

You scoff, climbing off the couch walking to the kitchen flipping your wet locks of hair over your shoulder. You open the fridge grabbing water, just as you’re pouring the water you hear the door chime as Ajax walks in.

His eyes silently graze over your body, taking in the attire you’re wearing. A black laced cami, and shorts.

“He shows.”

You murmur, short pissed and irritated, you grab your glass spinning on your heel back to the couch glaring out the window, from the corner of your eye you see him standing still not moving.

You turn to him tilting your head, he then pulls off his black jacket revealing a white shirt with two unbuttoned buttons, you turn away back to the window.

He walks over to you, smooth soft but heavy steps. He puts his knee between your legs pushing them apart until he meets your inner thighs. Grabbing the nape of your neck turning you towards him

“Is baby in a pissy mood?”

He grins, he leans over you pulling your ear to his lips as he grazes his teeth over your ear. He presses his knee harder to your lower pelvic area causing you to gasp.

“C’mon… Dammit baby I can’t read your mind, If you can’t tell me whats wrong I can’t help you, hm?”