It didn't take any convincing to get Mira back up to my room. We both sat on the balcony of my bedroom and just smoked. She was a bit skeptical at first, but then she gave into the temptation. I knew she needed to get Ellie off of her mind, and I knew my marijuana could do just that. We stared down at all the crazy idiots who had dropped by my party. They were all dancing to a song that had an incoherent rapper rapping on it.

I didn't know a thing that he was saying, but apparently, the people down there did. Or maybe they just liked the beat. I admit, the beat was pretty dope but the lyrics were trash. If I was on the track then I would give it justice, but the rapper that had it was turning it into garbage. I frowned at the waste of such a good beat. Horrible rap pissed me off. That's why I hated Igloo. She had to be white and Australian. I'm white and Australian also, so of course, rap listeners put us in the same damn boat. They hated her and at first they hated me, until I proved my worth. Now, I was just as big as Nicki M, if not bigger.

"You know, you really shouldn't have walked up and said anything," Mira had told me as she finished her the spliff that I had perfectly rolled for her. For someone who didn't smoke, she handled my weed well. Justin usually coughed up a lung, but I guess that was because he was such a p-ssy.

I smiled a little bit at Mira. Partly because I was proud of her for actually smoking the whole joint, and also because I found it adorable that she thought that I didn't need to step in. Of course, I needed to step in. If I didn't then she'd probably be bored somewhere with Ellie right now. I knew Mira had only took Ellie back so she wouldn't feel bad. The model didn't love the fashion designer and she was wasting her time by being with her. I cut everything short for her sake, and partly for mine as well.

With Ellie out of the way, getting to know Mira and also getting in her pants would be slightly easier. "I'm sorry if you didn't want me to get involved," I fibbed with a straight face. I wasn't sorry for sh-t. I was actually proud of what I did.

"I just thought you didn't love her. You were just with her to make her feel better. I could tell by your body language, Mira. You weren't happy, so I stepped in. I saved you from having to deal with her," I replied more honestly this go around.

Mira sighed and ran her fingers through her long, wavy dark brunette locks. I licked my lips as I ogled her. Damn, was she f-cking sexy. The way she sighed even turned me on. It was so breathy and almost sexual. If only she'd let me show her a thing or two. I ran my fingers through my hair as well in sexual frustration. After taking a deep breath, I put out my blunt and threw it over the balcony. Some dumbass would probably pick it up and try to finish it off. When Mira didn't say anything, I decided to open up my mouth again.

"You're really dope, Mira. You shouldn't hide the way you feel to make other people feel better. Be yourself. It's adorable how you're not like most girls. You don't just have f-cking on your mind, like most of them do." A blush fell on Mira's cheeks and I smiled at her. What I was saying was true, but I'd be lying if I was to say that there wasn't something hidden beneath all those words. It was all leading up to something.

My tongue swiped across my bottom lip before I lowered my voice. "Don't get me wrong. If you want to f-ck then we can. It's alright to enjoy yourself every now and then. I'm clean. No diseases. Not only am I STD-free, but I can also give you one hell of an orgasm. Well, multiple actually. There's no need to sell myself short."

I chuckled a little bit as I stared straight into Mira's beautiful azure eyes. They were filled with yearning and I knew I had gotten her exactly where I wanted her. She could deny it or fight it all she wanted to, but I knew she wanted to f-ck me.

"There's just something about seeing a girl shiver, twist and convulse as you have sex with her. It's nothing about the moans, the groans, the low and high tones and most importantly the screams. It's even better when the girl is submissive and she's willing to get nasty for me. Say a few dirty things here and there, let me have my way with her. There's something about obedient girls that just drive me wild."

Mira bit her lower lip as she looked away from her me. She was visibly sinking in her seat and I knew she was eager to either touch herself or be touched. "Are you obedient, Mira? Or do you need a bit of correction, because stubborn girls are just as fun," I admitted a bit darkly.

"If I did have sex with you..." Mira said after a while of silence, "...the first thing you'd do is tell all your friends about what we did, and how we did it. You'd then make a rap song about it or create a whole album about the occasion. After one or two sexual occasions, you would never talk to me again and then just etch my name in the book of all the other women you have had sex with. I'm not stupid, Arden. I know your type and your game. You've been nice to me, but I know your kindness only goes so far."

Damn, she really knew my game; word for word. What she didn't know was that I'd never do that to her. She was too sweet and innocent. Most of the other girls that I f-cked and left, truly deserved it. They were sluts and they threw themselves at me. Since they acted like sluts, I treated them like sluts. Mira didn't act like that. She acted like she had some common sense so I treated her that way.

"Not true, Mira. Not true when it comes to you. A cliché player would tell you that you're different from the rest, but honestly you're not. I've been with many beautiful women like you, with a body like yours, a style like yours, and a profession like yours. You have quite a few things that most girls I've slept with has had. Just a few things stand out: your hot ass accent, your intelligence and your personality. Those three factors makes me not only want to f-ck you, but also spend time with you. I want to get to know you and possibly f-ck you as I do so. I'm not hiding anything from you. I want to f-ck you and get to know you. That's all. Nothing else."

"How am I supposed to believe that," she asked with an eyebrow raised. "That sounds like some speech that you practiced in front of the mirror multiple times for your next victim."

I chuckled out loud with amusement. "Victim? Trust me every girl that I f-cked was far from a victim. They were actually a witness of my sexual glory. I worked miracles on their pussies. I blessed their pussies with my presence." I laughed at myself and I got Mira to laugh, too.

"You're very arrogant."

"Not really. Just very sure of myself. I brag about the things that I'm sure I can do. For example, I'm not going to sit here and tell you how good I am at tennis, when I suck horribly. I take the things I'm good at and I boast about them because there's very few things that I'm actually good at. I take pride in my talents. I take notice. I know my strengths and weaknesses. I can hit p-ssy efficiently, but I cannot hit a ball that's coming at me with a tennis racket," I explained, but that only made Mira laugh even more.

"You just made yourself sound even worst," she told me with a grin on her face. She shook her head at me before standing up from her chair. I watched her as she walked towards the glass balcony railing. As she grabbed the glass, she looked down at the people who were now taking turns doing keg stands. I stood up as well and went to stand beside her.

"You're really a mess and I shouldn't even hang around you, but I like you. I want to get to know you, too, Arden." She looked towards me and her blue eyes glistening in the night. A genuine smile played across my face. "Now, the sex part," she said with a little giggle, "I don't know about."

"Really? You don't know? You were just nearly melting in your chair. In your eyes, I can see that you want me. Why are you holding back," I asked a bit confusedly. It never took this much work to get a woman in bed.

"Just because I want to, doesn't mean that I should. I may want to eat a hundred doughnuts, but I shouldn't because if I do I could get diabetes or gain too much weight and get cut off my modeling deal. I want to have sex with you, but I don't want to face the consequences the next morning when you no longer want to be bothered with me." Mira gave me a small smile before looking back down at the people.

"So, you're going to stand there with your panties soaking for me and not do a damn thing," I asked her in disbelief.

"Exactly." I don't know why but I actually grinned at that. "What?"

I chuckled and shook my head at her. "You know what? I don't care if it is cliché. You are truly different, Mira. Like, that's f-cking weird. I don't know how to handle sexual rejection. I am truly stunned. For some reason, that just made me like you even more." Her cheeks flushed and she leant over to kiss my cheek.

"You know, that doesn't help my sexual frustration for you." She took my hand softly and began leading me back into my bedroom.

Holy sh-t! Wait! Did that somehow get her to want to f-ck me!? Did she have a change of mind!? She slid back the glass door and we walked back into my room. I closed the door behind us and followed Mira over to my bed, making sure to keep my eyes on that tight, little ass of hers. F-ck, she was about to get it. Who the f-ck did she think she was f-cking with my emotions?

Mira turned around and gave me a mischievous smirk as she sat down on the bed. She pulled me to sit down beside her. Instantly, I began to lean in to kiss her but she moved away. All of a sudden the sexy smirk on her face diminished and she giggled like a schoolgirl. "So, let's talk."

"Talk!? F-cking talk," I yelled with incredulity. "You f-cking tease!"

She giggled before biting her lip. "So, why did you start rapping?"

"No, Mira! You can't just turn me on and then expect me answer life questions," I argued as I jumped up from the bed. She didn't even seem bothered by my frustration. She just continued on with her adorable giggling. I sighed and ran my fingers through my short hair. F-ck, I couldn't be mad at her. I plopped back down on the bed and crossed my arms.

"I didn't even know what rap was until I was eight. My mom was into other music and Sofia and Atticus were into other things as well. One night, I was watching television and some Hip Hop show came on and I was intrigued. I started mimicking everyone until I got my own sound, my own rhythm, and my own lyrics and then it skyrocketed from there."

Mira gave me a sweet smile which made me smile back, even though I was still slightly annoyed that I wasn't f-cking her like crazy at the moment. She scooted up my bed and kicked off her heels before lying back on a pillow. I followed her movements, kicked off my sneakers and lied down beside her. "So, what made you want to be a model?"

She cuddled into me and began playing with the buttons of my shirt. She was really trying to get f-cked. How did she expect me to keep my hands to myself?

"Well, at first, I wanted to be an actress. My mom actually took me to many auditions all over Budapest. All the directors said I had the face but not the talent. I started auditioning at ten and gave up by the age of fifteen. Since everyone said I had the face, but not the raw acting talent I decided to be a model. It's much like being an actress except I don't have to say words. Just pose and look pretty or sometimes awful behind different backdrops and at different locations. Sometimes, I still want to become an actress, especially since I live in Los Angeles now; but I'm already a model now."

"You can be both. I told her. I'm a rapper but still I have do photoshoot after photoshoot. It's sort of like being a model with all of the long, sufferable magazine photoshoots. It gets annoying. I don't know how you do it. How do you just stand there and look stunning for hours on end," I questioned her seriously. Didn't her feet get tired? Didn't she get hungry or annoyed by getting asked to do so many poses?

"Genetics."

"Who's the arrogant one now," I asked as we both chuckled.

"Still you, Miss P-ssy Blesser."

"I was going to anoint yours but I guess you're too good for me, huh," I asked her jokingly. "If you just give me the chance, I can make you catch the Holy Ghost."

"I'd rather catch a bus back home."

I smacked my lips and she laughed at her own comeback. "Why don't you spend the night again? I refuse to take you back home and I don't want you to catch any public transportation at this time of night," I told her as I mindlessly played with her wavy, soft hair. She smiled and looked up to me. "I think I can keep my hands from blessing your p-ssy."

"I'm going to say a prayer for you," she told me as she closed her eyes briefly. She then opened them.

"Oh my God! It's a miracle! I'm not horny anymore," I exclaimed. "Wow! You really are an angel!" Mira giggled melodically as she shook her head at me. "I feel like all my sins have been washed away! I'll never have sex again! Thank you, Mira! I'm delivered from-"

Before I could finish overreacting, Mira crashed her lips against mine. I kissed her back as my blood began boiling sexually once again. The fervor to f-ck her like she stole something fulfilled me again. She climbed on top of me and began desperately grinding her hips against mine as my hands moved down her back to grab her ass. I detached my lips from hers. She was breathing heavily and all of a sudden she stopped moving her hips against mine. "Sorry, I got a bit out of control for a second," she told me as she climbed off of me. I laid there with my mouth wide open. What a f-cking tease! "Actually, I'm kind of sleepy. Aren't you," she asked me as she used my chest as a pillow.

"I'm not sleepy. I'm f-cking horny." There was a long pause.

"Do you want to f-ck," Mira asked me in the sexiest tone that I had ever heard come from her. My mouth ran dry once I heard that thick accent ask me that. She was being serious this time. Her azure eyes looked up to mine innocently as she bit her lip.

"So f-cking bad," I whispered. "Please, Mira. I'll beg for it."

"Someone's thirsty," she said before she bursted out laughing. I groaned out loud. "That is what they say around here right? Fran taught it to me. Like, 'girl, you're thristy', right?" I didn't even say anything to Mira. "Are you mad at me," she asked in a baby voice. "Is little Arden going to cry because Mira has some decency unlike all the other girls she knows?" I turned to lie on my side so I couldn't even look at her. I heard her give me a breathy laugh. She wrapped her arms around me from behind. "I didn't take you to be the little spoon, handsome," she whispered into my ear.

"Did you just call me handsome?"

"And she speaks," she said with a small laugh. "You are very handsome, Arden Scott," she told me as she played with my chopped hair. Normally, I didn't like when anyone touched my hair. I snapped on a bitch earlier for doing it, but not Mira. "You're a very handsome girl," she whispered soothingly. I closed my eyes slowly as Mira began to hum. My sexual frustration began to go away and I felt a bit sleepy. I began drifting off to sleep. "Jó éjt, őrült lány," she whispered into my ear. "Goodnight, crazy girl," she translated to English. I mumbled a goodnight back before I fell into slumber.

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Do you think Mira should let Arden bless her p-ssy? Lmfao.

How do you feel about them together overall? Are you guys shipping them already?

What would be their name? Marden? Mirden? Arira? Ardira? F-ck it.

Do you guys like the new cover? I made it and really liked it and then realize it seemed more fit for like a vampire story or something, but I think it's pretty good.

- Tay/Jax