In the morning, I woke up with my arms still holding the wild Arden Scott. Her eyes were closed and she was snoring very lightly. When she was asleep she was so adorable and seemed so peaceful. As soon as her eyes opened, I knew it'd all change. I kissed her temple softly and she didn't budge. Slowly, and as quietly as I could, I stood up from the bed. Last time I spent the night over Arden's place, I had to take a shower with her. That wasn't happening this morning although.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed getting to see soap and water drip down her nude body, but it was all too tempting. I could only take so much before I gave into her sensual ways. Last night when I jumped on her and began kissing her, it was on purpose but also because I couldn't contain myself. She was no good but still I wanted every inch of her. I knew when I first laid eyes on her in that smoke filled studio that she would be nothing but trouble.

Since Arden was asleep and I had no way to get home—I didn't have money for a cab and the bus at this time of the day was almost unbearable—I decided to go ahead and get a shower out of the way. I went back into Arden's familiar bathroom, stripped and hopped into the shower. Hopefully, she wouldn't wake up and try anything. I washed away the scent of marijuana that had stayed on me from last night as I thought about was Ellie was doing. I hoped she wasn't too upset. I never meant to hurt her but this time I learned my lesson. Thanks to Arden, I got out of the relationship but I was never going to jump into a relationship ever again for the other person's sake. It's not fair for them or me either.

After the shower, I went back into Arden's room with a towel wrapped around me. She was still sleeping peacefully and I began searching her wardrobe for something to wear. Everything she had was so guyish. I settled for a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit me loosely. When I walked back out of the wardrobe, I found Arden finally sitting up and awake. She was smoking one of her marijuana induced joints. When she saw me, her eyes widened a little as smoke came from her lips. After a while, a sly smirk appeared on her face. "You look like such a dyke," she told me before chuckling.

"It's your clothes," I argued as I crossed my arms with a bit of insecurity. Arden ran her fingers through her messy, short locks before taking a final hit from the joint before putting it out. "You're the one who dresses like a guy," I finally shot back a lame comeback. Her dressing like that was actually a turn on.

"If you want to insult me then you have to come harder than that. I'm made of steel, unlike you, kitten." Arden stood up from the bed and stretched before me. I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance of how she looked so good after just waking up. "Why don't you go downstairs? I'm sure the chef has already cooked something for breakfast. If not, he's fired. I'll meet you down there after I get ready, kitten."

"Stop calling me kitten," I grumble at her stubbornly. I didn't want to admit that I kind of liked the pet name coming out of her lips. That accent just drove me wild. Arden didn't say a word, but she smirked as she brushed past me and into her bathroom.

She was right. Her chef wasn't present but food was placed on the counter in containers. It was enough to feed around five people. Why did her chef cook so much for one person? Maybe he was used to Arden having guests or something. I looked through her cabinets to find plates and silverware. Instead I found a bunch of stuff that normal people wouldn't keep in their kitchen. One cabinet was stocked up with a bunch of bags of marijuana, another was nothing but shot glasses and one was just empty liquor bottles. I shook my head at her lifestyle and opened up a drawer. Finally! Silverware! Now, where were the darn plates?!

By the time I found everything I needed and actually sat down at the table, Arden walked into the kitchen. She came sauntering in as if she was on a fashion runaway. Today she was wearing something really laid back. A simple white t-shirt and black joggers. She probably wasn't planning on doing anything today or she just didn't care what she wore today in general. Either way, she made something so simple look so good. She made lounging attire look sexy and daring. Arden Scott was one in a kind.

"Damn, you're just now eating," Arden asked as she grabbed a plate and a fork. I was going to go into detail about how she really needed to rearrange her kitchen but I decided against it. Whatever I said was probably just going to go into one ear and out the other. The last thing Arden cared about was organization and neatness. She threw a wild party nearly every night and let strangers come in and do whatever they wanted. I'm sure she had her cabinets set up just for them.

"Do you have anything to do today," Arden asked me once we were both finished eating. We hadn't said anything to each other the whole meal. The food was too delicious to talk. Her chef really was amazing at cooking breakfast food. I couldn't wait until I got wealthy enough to possibly hire him. Maybe I could steal him away from the rapper's possession. I'm sure he'd rather work with a sweet model like me than a crazy, asshole rapper.

"No," I told her as I grabbed her clean plate. I walked over to the sink and began running the water. Off instinct, I began cleaning the plates. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't even my house! I heard footsteps come from behind me and then a body pressed against mine. Next arms wrapped around my body. My heart thumped as I felt the warm body against mine.

"Cleaning my dishes, already, huh? You must really want to be my wife," Arden whispered into my ear, before nibbling my earlobe softly. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. No, Mira! Don't give in! "Since you're not doing anything today, why don't you hang out with me? We can go bowling in my alley or something," she suggested a bit more honestly. I raised an eyebrow. Was I hearing this right? There was no sexual intent in her tone when she asked me that.

I put the last plate in the dish rack and turned off the water. After wiping my wet hands, I turned to face Arden who was staring at me with endearment. "Just bowling, nothing else," I asked her, still in disbelief. "You just want to hang out with me?"

"Unless you want to do something else," she mumbled as her hands moved from the middle of my back down to my hips. I pushed them off and she whimpered almost inaudibly.

A small smirk appeared on my face at the small sound of defeat. "Okay, I'll kick your ass in bowling," I told her before pushing her shoulders.

She stumbled back a little before licking her lips. "You talk a lot of sh-t, you know," she told me. "I don't own a bowling alley in my own f-cking house for nothing. You're going down, Hungarian."

"In your dreams, you Australian piece of sh-t!"

Arden growled with annoyance and I laughed at her. Did she actually get mad at that? She was ridiculous. "May the best nationality win!"

I followed a competitive Arden to her fancy bowling alley that she had in her humongous house. It took us a while to even get there. I didn't realize just how big the house really was until I went down certain hallways that seemed to have endless doors and entryways! When we finally got to the bowling alley, Arden wasted no time to start up a game. We even changed into traditional bowling shoes to play. "You go first, Miss Hungarian," Arden said as she crossed her arms.

I grabbed a bowling ball from the machine and walked up to the beginning of the aisle. I had to win this game just so I could see disappointment spread on Arden's face. I know that sounds horrible but she was kind of cute when she was upset. Music began playing throughout the room and turned around to see Arden had put some music on. When I turned back around, I chucked the ball towards the pins. It began rolling straight down the middle and the impact knocked down every single pin. Instead of celebrating, I turned around and gave Arden a cocky smirk.

"Beginner's luck," she yelled at me over the music before grabbing a ball herself. I watched her as she stepped up for her chance to get a strike. After taking a deep breath, Arden threw the ball towards the pins in a horrendous position. I laughed out loud at how stupid she looked but the laugh was cut short when all the pins were knocked down as well. Arden simply popped the collar of her shirt. "And that's how you do it!"

"Your form is horrendous," I argued as I shook my head. It looked like she was going to hurt herself when she threw the ball. Arden brushed me off as I grabbed another ball. As I got in position, Arden stood right beside me. "Move, asshole," I yelled at her. Her standing right beside me was making me nervous. It was already bad that was she was watching me so closely.

"This is my house. I can stand wherever I want to," she said before giving me an annoying grin. I groaned at her and turned to look back at the pins that were lined up across from us. I closed my eyes and tried my best to block out Arden's existence. When I opened them again all of my focus was on the pins. I started to throw the ball towards the floor but when I did Arden screamed. It scared the sh-t out of me. The ball flew right into the gutter. Arden began laughing mischievously and loudly.

My cheeks began heating up and I turned to face her. "You're such a f-cking asshole," I screamed before punching her shoulder as hard as I could. She continued laughing even though she nearly fell down from the impact. "I'm not playing anymore," I said immaturely as I went to go sit on one of the lounge couches. If she could be childish and immature then so could I! If she wouldn't had screamed then I would have another strike or something pretty damn close!

I crossed my arms as I stared off into space. What a d-ck. "Aw, is the little kitten angry," Arden cooed as she sat beside me. Her hand met my chin but I smacked it away. "Oh, look, the little kitty is a lion now. Did I wake the little lion up," she continued to talk to me as I was a baby and I continued to ignore her. "Come on, kitty cat. Don't ignore me." Her hand met my stomach and I started to push it away but before I could she began tickling my stomach. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her other hand met my side as I began laughing hysterically.

"F-cking d-ck," I yelled at her as she continued tickling me. No matter how hard I fought, she continued to make me laugh even louder. My back was soon against the couch and she was sitting on top of me. "S-s-stop!"

"Say the magic word!"

"P-ple-please," I screamed out. I was laughing so much that it was getting hard to breathe. If she didn't stop soon then I would literally pass out. Thankfully, Arden stopped tickling my stomach and sides.

The girl stayed on top of me and leant towards me so we were face to face—as if I wasn't already having trouble breathing. One arm rested herself on top of me, while the other was used to run her fingers through my hair. I gulped as I stared into her dreamy eyes. "I'm sorry for being a d-ck," she whispered softly. "Will you forgive me, Mira?" She bit her lower lip and as she stared me and all I could do was nod simply.

Her lips met mine softly and I shivered at the taste of them. I could taste the blueberry muffin from breakfast. If that wasn't enough, her sweet smelling cologne was raiding my nostrils. Her fingers moved from my hair and trickled down my stomach, which caused me to gain butterflies. Our lips moved together slowly but my heart was racing rapidly. At the moment, I didn't care if she just wanted to have sex with me because just kissing her felt like heaven. Those fingers slipped past my stomach and unbuttoned the jeans I was wearing. My hand fell on Arden's chest just before a sudden noise was heard over all of the music.

Her phone was ringing. Her lips detached from mine. "Sh-t," she groaned as she sat up and grabbed her phone from her front pocket. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. If her phone wouldn't have rung then I would've probably had sex with her. I had to be more careful. "F-ck, Justin! You call at all the wrong times," she grumbled to the boy on the other end. She got off of me which caused me to sit up. "Yes, I was busy, c-cksucker!...F-ck your mother! Did you really just call me to tell me that!?...Sh-t, I really hate you. I don't give a f-ck about the hot girl you've met or just f-cked. F-ck off." Arden ended the phone call and looked back towards me.

There was an awkward silence and Arden sighed. "I'm sorry about that. Justin thinks I care about his sex life, but I don't especially when it's interfering with mine." She came back to sit beside me and began kissing my neck but I moved away. "F-ck, you're not in the mood anymore, huh?"

"I'm just not ready to have sex with anyone else right now, especially not an obvious player," I told her quietly. She bit her lower lip and covered her face with frustration. "Don't get me wrong, Arden. I really am f-cking wet right now but I can't."

"Telling me that you're wet in that accent of yours isn't going to make anything better," Arden grumbled. It was quiet for a while, but then Arden bit her lower lip. By the look in her eyes, I could tell she had something bad on her mind. "Since you're not ready for sex. Let's do something else."

"Like what," I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Let me watch you play with your p-ssy. I can tell you what to do without even touching you. It'll get you off. It'll get me off. Everything will be fine and we won't have to touch one another." I instantly shook my head. She was f-cking crazy! No way was I doing that! "Mira, come on. I understand that you're into this 'good girl' bullsh-t but take a risk for once. Just take off those pants and slide down your panties." If she only knew I had stolen a pair of her boxers. I bit my lower lip as I contemplated whether I should do such a thing. I mean, I might as well have sex with her if I was going to expose myself like so. "Mira, you know you want to," she continued to egg me on in that sexy accent of hers.

She was f-cking crazy and obviously so was I, because I unzipped the jeans that I was wearing.

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Do you think Mira should *ahem* *cringes* masturbate for Arden?