Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“I thought it was Isabella’s breast for fucking sake!” Pedro defended himself. Fuck, that was supposed to be Isabella on his bed. How did that asshole end up there?
“Whose breasts?” a head peered out from the door and all turned in the direction of that voice.
Isabella narrowed her gaze at them suspiciously, “What’s this bromance in the air?”
“Bromance?” both glared at her. They were hardly friends, what bromance?! The only reason they were this close was because of their girlfriends.
Taking a deep breath of relief, Julie went over to Isabella his savior to lay down the grievance in his heart, “Your boyfriend here harassed me, you have to do something!”
“Harassed?” Isabella was mildly surprised by that accusation – you should know nothing takes her by surprise.
“Outrageous!” Pedro was angered, “I should be asking you what you were doing on the bed? That should have been Isabella and me there!”
“No, that should have Anabelle and me on the bed!” Julie demanded.
“And this is why I let you two knuckleheads have the bed,” Isabella revealed the truth to the both of them.
“What?”
Pedro and Julie were astounded.
“We drank ourselves to stupor,” Isabella gave them the details, “Clearly wasted, Pedro, dragged me to the bed wanting to sleep with me when you appeared as well demanding for the bed. The both of you started a drunken quibble and I had no choice but to leave you both. Anabelle took the couch, I slept on the floor, satisfied? “
Ahh, that made more sense. They were drunk and ended up sleeping together. Shit, this was a memory they wished they could erase forever.
“Wash up and come out. Breakfast is served,” Isabella announced and as if she jinxed their luck, their hangover kicked in.
“Gosh, I feel horrible,” Pedro groaned, clutching his temple. Compared to?Julie who was used to the life of drinking since he was linked with the Mafia, he was a light drinker.
Right now, his head was banging so hard as if a hammer was being brought down on his skull. He must not have noticed the sensation earlier because he was high on adrenaline thanks to the “bromance” episode.
Julie noticed his horrible state and grinned at him, “Toughen up, sissy.” He intentionally shoved Predo on the shoulder causing him to stumble on his feet. The world swirled around him, the sensation was horrible.
“That asshole,” Pedro cursed through gritted teeth.
But he endured the discomfort and went on with his morning rituals.
“Have the soup, it would help with your hangover,” Isabella informed Pedro with a smile, setting the food closer to him as soon as he took a seat in the dining.
However, before he could even thank her for her thoughtfulness, Isabella took a seat on his lap.
Oh fuck, Pedro knew he was damned. He didn’t need to be told this was vengeance from Isabella for not riding him last night.
Julie choked on his food, why can’t this little devil let him rest for once without suffocating him with her public display of affection.
While Anabelle had a stunned expression, a flush creeping up her neck. Isabella was so bold – she couldn’t do that in front of everyone. Annabelle didn’t need to bother much about a hangover since a single shot had knocked her out cold last night.
“You know,” Pedro began, trying to clear the awkward atmosphere and as well, take his mind off Isabella’s ass slowly grinding on his crotch.
God, she was killing him. Slowly, “Yesterday, reminds me of that memory of us stealing Maria’s liquor when we were younger,”
“Yep,” Anabelle smiled, “It was all Isabella’s idea,”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Julie chimed in.
“And yet, you guys followed me sheepishly,” Isabella said to them and reached for the salad and sat back down, wriggling her backside against Pedro’s crotch.
At this rate he was going to die, Pedro realized and decided to choose the easier way.
“Fine, we’d do it today,” he surrendered.
“Oh God,”
“Gross”
The other couples on the table whined.
Isabella turned to her boyfriend with an innocent look, “What? Did I complain? I was just giving you what you wanted,”
“Huh?” Pedro was confused. Was there something he was missing out here?
Sensing his turmoil, Isabella leaned in closer like a siren ready to lull in innocent sailors to their death. She whispered into his ears, “You wanted my breast, remember?”
Oh, realization dawned on him.
She went on, “But now, I gave you my ass, shouldn’t you be grateful?”
Yes, Pedro was grateful, super grateful for the fact that she arousing him yet he had to endure helplessly…. fuck it! She was giving him blue balls!
The third point of view:
“Do you think this little protest of us would change our parent’s minds?” Anabelle asked, leaning against Julie’s chest. They were in the living room watching an old movie they found in Maria’s drawer by chance.
“Little?” Isabella’s brows raised, seemingly offended by the use of that word.
Anabelle shrugged, “I’m just saying that is us teenagers against our grown parents. We’re runaways and they could easily dismiss this act as a little tantrum and God knows we can’t stay here for too long. We have a life out there, not in hiding,”
“Well, point of correction, you two…” she pointed to her cousin and her boyfriend, “Are the runaways, we are just your accomplices,” Isabella clarified.
Just like Anabelle, she was cuddling with Pedro on the sofa. Unlike earlier, he had recovered from the blue ball attack however he still couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter with her this close to him.