Kyle: Cute KidMature

 

I was all snuggled up with Damien after some fucking awesome sex when it dawned on me that I was ultimately gonna have to fuck Graham tonight. There was no way around it. I had no proof he was a pimp and no proof he was blackmailing me.

"I hate to spoil the mood but I've got to go to the diner later on"

Damien groaned a little. "D'you have to?"

I nodded. "Sorry, gorgeous"

He cuddled me a little tighter, pouting.

"You can always come down and keep an eye on me if it'd make you feel better about it" I said, smiling slightly. Just please don’t take me up on that offer. Not tonight, anyway.

He chuckled. "You make it sound like you need watching or something"

I nuzzled his neck.

"I can come with you if you like - Annie said I could have a couple nights off to get my sleeping pattern back to how it should be"

I kissed his neck. "It's up to you, gorgeous"

He hummed and I snuggled him some more. I smile as Damien traced random lines on my arm. Graham wouldn’t really sue him, would he? I looked down as he yawned a little.

"Tired?"

"A little bit"

"Have a nap or something"

"I'll be okay" he smiled, "I'll just get a coffee or something"

“Sure?" I hummed and he nodded. "I might have a nap instead, then" I giggled and he smiled.

He gave me a small kiss, which I returned, and started playing with my hair. I hummed, shutting my eyes as I felt myself start to get sleepy. Sleep eventually got the best of me as Damien kept playing with my hair.

 

Damien was half asleep when I woke up. I kissed his forehead, not really wanting him to wake up.

"Hey, Phil" he mumbled so quietly I barely heard it.

I froze. Was he dreaming about Phil? I pulled away from him a little trying not to give myself another panic attack and he woke up. I didn’t react, still trying to keep myself calm. He looked at me, completely oblivious to what he’d said, and I forced a smile. I didn’t care if it looked fake or forced.

"You okay?” he asked and I nodded.

He wandered off to pee while I tried to hold it together. Face it, he still loves Phil and you’re just his bit on the side. I heard him head into the kitchen and I stayed frozen where I was on the bed.

"D'you want anything to eat?" he asked from the kitchen, busy making something for himself.

"No thanks" I said quietly. If I’m honest, I felt like being sick.

He came back in, eating a sandwich. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, babe" I said, forcing another smile.

He ate some more of his sandwich and I buried my head in the pillow beneath me. He still loves Phil. He’s just stringing you along and playing you for a fool til he can get back together with Phil. He doesn’t really love you; he just doesn’t want to be alone. He lay down on his belly once he’d finished his sandwich and looked at me.

"Why can't you call in sick tonight?" he asked.

"They're short staffed as it is"

He sighed slightly.

"Sorry"

"S'okay"

He rolled onto his side, frowning a little when I fell silent. I was just busy fighting off the urge to go throw up and have another go at scratching my arm off.

"Should've had a nap" I said quietly when he yawned.

"I'll be okay" he smiled.

I smiled slightly and he curled up next to me. I played with his hair as he rested his head on my chest. I guess at least with him leaning on me I couldn’t get away with scratching my arm to shreds.

We stayed like that til it was time for me to get ready for work. I watched as Damien got ready as well. Please, gorgeous, just stay home tonight. Invite Rayn round and play together or something. Just don’t come to the diner.

"Coming with?" I asked and he nodded. Fuck.

 

I got straight to work once we got to the diner. Graham was nowhere to be seen which kind of worried me. What if he’d been lying? What if he’d been counting on me freaking out and giving in sooner? What if he just wanted to fuck me again and was still gonna sue Damien? Okay, calm down. Take a deep breath and just get on with work. He probably just hasn’t turned up yet. Damien sat at a table and got out the homework he’d offered to do for me. Yes, it is kind of cheating but I’m worked off my feet enough as it is without having to worry about getting homework done.

"On the house" I smiled, bringing him over a plate of waffles. I didn’t tell him that “on the house” meant something more like “deducted from my wages”.

He smiled. "Thanks, gorgeous" he said, kissing me quickly.

I got back to work, ignoring Cindy as she shot a few glares at Damien who was too busy doing my homework to notice. Eventually Cindy decided to speak to me again but it was only to ask me to get something from the back room for her. I wandered out there and a pair of arms instantly wound themselves around my waist. I twisted around, shoving whoever it was off and was met by Graham’s usual creepy smile.

“Am I suing your boyfriend then?” he asked innocently and I shook my head.

He smiled a little more and grabbed my hand, leading me into the small office that had always been locked since I’d started there. It was unlocked today, though. Graham turned and shut the door, locking it after him.

“Strip” he ordered.

I did as I was told, keeping my face blank. He undid his pants and ordered me to stand with m hands on the small mahogany desk. So that’s how we’re doing it, huh? He didn’t warn me before he pushed in and it fucking hurt. Yet for some reason I still couldn’t stop myself moaning as he started moving. I really did feel like a fucking whore but fuck, was I enjoying it. At least there was no emotional attachment in fucking a stranger. It wouldn’t hurt when you realised they were in love with someone else and were just using you. Graham chuckled as I came, my legs threatening to collapse beneath me.

“You enjoyed it that time” he smirked. “Trouble in paradise?”

I ignored him, slipping my clothes back on and trying to make it look like I hadn’t just been fucked against a desk.

“Sure I can’t interest you in the business? You’re a cute kid, you’d make a lot of money from just one person, y’know?”

“I’d rather kill myself, thanks” I spat, storming out of the office.

“Oh, and kid, you can expect a pretty big bonus in this month’s pay” he called after me.

Whoop-de-fucking-doo. 

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