The day went on like a blur as we were getting close to the 6th day of the week. Saturday, my remedy has come to knock on my door and I couldn't wait to spread my fucking legs open hoping I'd forget the man that have teased my insanity and my sexual frustrations to a level.

With Jack, I knew I'd be having a good time. My phone rang interrupting my thoughts and speaking of a good time his caller ID flashed through the screen.

"Jack." I greeted as I feel the anticipation bubble up inside me.

"Hey babe." He replied, smirking at the process.

"What's up?" I asked hoping it wouldn't be an interruption for later.

"I just wanted to remind you. I'll see you at 7? don't be late." Jack called, reminding me of the situation at hand.

"Sure but ... what if I come late?" I tease and I couldn't help but giggle on the phone.

"Well, expect a punishment. A hard one maybe." He replies smirking at the same time.

"Will do babe. I'll see you later." I chirped.

"Okay, see you princess." We said our good byes ending the phone call while the hint of temptation lingers.

By 6:00 I was already fixing my things, trying to make myself look decent. But I opted for my denim shorts and a black spaghetti strap and because it was cold outside I had to cover it with my black jacket. Surprisingly I was in the mood to put on some light make up as I wanted to define my features.

Well, with a casual fuck for the night might as well look literally casual. Standing in front of my mirror, looking like a high end escort. I smiled to myself satisfied of what I have done and giddy about the idea of later. After what felt like a minute, I left my room deciding that I should get going. Thankfully, mom had their usual urgent business trips so they won't be in for night. I had the most of my time free and a rush of excitement came towards me knowing I wouldn't have to sneak out and do something bat shit crazy this time.

Carefully going downstairs, I was surprised that the lights were already dim. As I neared the entryway at the front door, I heard a sound coming from living room the television was on and it just basically occurred to my senses, Matheo was around.

Of course, he does. My inner being tells me.

I mentally smack my head, an aching reminder of my sexual frustrations he was.

I took a deep breathe and started to walk past by the lounging area, walking straight and concentrated so when I thought I was going to make it, he called out my name.

"Cleo." I stopped dead in my tracks, the low rumble of his voice came through reverberating through my bones and automatically my body responded to his.

Caught like I a deer in headlights, I tried to face him with a serious expression that I could do my best to muster. His stance spoke dominant and he was too close for my liking, with an unreadable expression I felt overwhelmed.

"What?" I tried to sound bored and serious, hoping he would get the hint that I'm not invested in this conversation.

"What brings you to go out at night, something urgent?" He asked like he was trying to intimidate me.

I couldn't help but do a habit of rolling my eyes when I felt irritated. Irritated that I had to go through the same situation just because I felt like I had to explain myself.

"Out." I spoke the word with much force and that made his brows raised slightly.

"To?" He replied, annoying the fuck out of me.

"The convenience store." I courtly replied, crossing my arms across my chest.

I was not one to back down.

He smirked as if he finds the situation humorous. "Really? with your make-up, your casual look, this doesn't seem a regular visit at the convenient store to me." He stated.

I tried to control my breathing as my temper is about to burst, pissed that he had the power to ask these questions. And for what? for his pure entertainment.

I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. "Do I have to answer your questions? for as long as I can remember, your not my mother."

Mouth pressed into a thin line, he crossed his arms and my eyes went voluntarily to his defined muscles.

God, now how about those bulging muscles in his dick.

Shocked of what I have thought I teared my eyes away from his arms that have been a distraction of my focus and my argument.

"Technically, I'm the adult in this house. Your mom wanted me to make sure that you'd be in your best behavior. Now I ask you one last time, where are you off to?" He demanded as his voice and his eyes got a little intense.

Mad for being demanding and controlling when none of this was ever his business, I bursted into anger.

"And I'm a fucking adult too. Okay? so it is none of your business to where the fuck I'd want to go. I'll be home by 9, dad." I had raised my tone in a way that I could get him to understand every word that I have said, anger had already boiled within me.

"Why are you so fucking defensive?" He spoke whilst he chuckles dryly at the situation. I mean, if you'd just tell me where you are off to I'd be happy to let you go and give you a free hour to yourself." He shrugged, basically playing some kind of psychological shit to get me to spill.

"Dick appointment. Happy?" The corners of my mouth turned upwards, obviously annoying the hell out of him.

"See, I fucking knew it." He had a smoldered expression with a hard stare that I had to avert my attention for something to look at.

"What?" I spoke in a hard tone.

"You just never learn, don't you Cleo. Huh?"

"I sure as hell don't." I boldly replied, agreeing to his statement.

I wasn't able to notice that we were breathing too close for our personal spaces that our noses where about to touch, while his hard and stony eyes where enough to make me uncomfortable.

"Nobody leaves, you stay here and you get some fucking goodnight's sleep." He firmly spoke and spun walking away from me, leaving me astound.

"Unfuckingbelievable!" I shouted, furious as I was about to throw a fit.

His steps had brought him into a halt and from that moment on I was doubtful wether I had made the right decision to put up a fucking fight. He turns around and based on his looks, he was not happy to say the least as he was walking towards my way. And he was mad, beyond mad.