Dirty Little Brat Read online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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The truth is, when I saw him get out of his car the day he moved in, I’m not sure what possessed me to walk over and talk to him, other than trying to irritate my father and that walking robotic mama’s boy, Jared. The both of them seem to get up in arms when I converse with another male. It took me a while to figure out why, but eventually I got it. Of course, neither of them knows that I know what is going on. I am choosing to play the dumb card, biding my time, and saving my allowance and such, until the perfect time to get out of here.

When I made it over to his car and saw him, I immediately wanted him. The evidence of this is when I instantly started acting like a brat, which I have discovered is my way of covering my real feelings. It was solidified by the fact that my panties started sticking to me the moment he opened his mouth. There is something incredibly Alpha about him. The way he regarded me and maintained his composure was enough to tell me that I was not dealing with a little boy. No. Sexson is all man. Exactly the type of man I have been saving myself for.

People assume I sleep around because I don’t walk around covered up like a nun, who is taking her vows. The profanity from my mouth sometimes is all they need to automatically assume I’m a whore. None of them would say it out loud given my father owns more than half of the nightclubs in Miami and the businesses in this small town. But I do hear the whispers, see the stares, and it never bothered me until...now.

Knowing my own father is using my reputation to his advantage is a swift kick in the gut. But, that’s ok. When he comes home and finds me gone, I will show him. The chink in my plan is Saxson. I want him more than I wanted that Audi Q7 for my graduation present and trust me when I say...I wanted that car. I wanted it so much, I accompanied my father to several of his business meetings. For these meetings I would dress as eye candy for the associates to ogle. Yeah. I wanted it that much.

For the past two weeks after our first encounter, I have seen him watching me. He watches me out of his window when I am outside. I can see the anger simmering in him on the days he is mowing the lawn and Jared comes to pick me up. The mower stops and he stares, while clenching and unclenching his hands. His neck muscles bulging out like he wants to beat Jared to a pulp just for attempting touching me. But he has done nothing, and I don't know what else to do to taunt him into making a move besides showing up at his house completely naked. Which I am not above because, at this point, I want him so much my nipples bead of their own volition every time I think his name. My stomach spasms, my pussy clenches, and my panties cease to exist just at the mere thought of him.

I have found myself shopping for a dress and then suddenly I wonder what he would think of it. Then, I have to masturbate right there in the changing room. One time, I came so loud the changing room attendant was standing at the door beat red with a boner of his own and his mouth gaped open like a guppy. Feeling no shame, I simply wiped my cum soaked finger across his cheek and under his nose to give him a cumstache. I grabbed my purse and said, ‘Don’t say I never gave you anything!!!’

Dirty, I know. But hey. It's more than he gets probably…. ever so... Now how to entice Sexson?

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Saxson

“Hello.”

“Boss. I finally got the report you were asking for.” He pauses. I roll my eyes trying not to grunt at him.

“Roscoe. Spit it out. I’m turning into an old man here waiting for you to tell me. Quit pandering like a little girl.”

“It's just that...you ain't gonna like it.”

Well shit. And here I was having a good morning. Apparently, that isn’t to be had. I’ve been waiting on this report for a few days and am not the type of man to send my men on fools errands. In the end it doesn't matter what they find, because it won’t change anything. The information on my Lexi and her family is a necessary evil. Especially, after meeting her fucking father and with the way Roscoe is quaking by the door, I know I must be dead on the money.

“Leave the damn file and get out of my sight. How the hell did I get saddled with a fucking pansy.” I have gotta talk to my dad about the men he hires. I know I can be a scary motherfucker, and it’s true I once killed a man with a Bic ballpoint pen, but seriously…. he deserved it and it doesn’t make me a monster. Fuck.


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