Chapter 3 Four Different girls?
(ALIYA’S POV)
I walked back straight into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t know if I was more angry than embarrassed.
I glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes to my practice time. I quickly grabbed my training bag and hurried out of the room. In the living room, Deamon was munching on my cinnamon roll with juice as he sat watching the television.
He looked up at me as I walked to the door, “Leaving already?”
“Yes. You stay home and eat everything. Greedy loser,” I clicked my tongue, and he laughed.
“Oh yes, I definitely will. Stay longer, I’d bring home some girls too,” he added when I was almost out of earshot.
It seemed Deamon was not coming for practice. As the star cornerback, everyone expected him to be good.
Taking in deep breaths, “Oh, being a woman in a male-dominated field,” I let out, slowly closing my eyes
By the time I got to the field, the practice had already started. “You are late again Aliya,” Coach remarked, the moment he saw me.
“I'm sorry, Coach,” I replied.
“Just get on the field,” he replied, shaking his head.
With a nod, I jogged into the field and began practising with others. As I tried to focus, I remembered what had happened earlier. The way Deamon looked at me afterwards and how my breast covered his face.
“Aliya!!” My teammate called, snapping me out of my reverie. The ball flew to me and I barely managed to catch it.
“Focus!!” The coach shouted.
“Sorry!” I called out and continued to play. I managed to put the thought out of my mind till practice was over.
“Aliya..” I looked up from the ground, to his feet, then the basket in his hands.
“What are you doing here?” I asked and he dropped the basket and sat down with me.
“I came to see you. You haven’t been picking up my calls since last week”.
“Spare me that talk Jay,” I replied, picking up my bottle of water as I stood up.
“I came to apologise, okay?” He followed me.
“I don’t freaking need your apology. Go be with her and leave me the fuck alone.”
Jay, my boyfriend, was my person. He used to tell me I was the only girl and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt me. Oh well, the last thing he did was hurt me.
“Aliya,” he called out and I stopped turning back to him. “Don’t make a scene here, please. Go home and don’t speak to me ever again!” My voice was stern as I warned him.
The image of that day replayed in my memory as I walked away. His mouth and eyes closed, sucking his female best friend's breast and her eyes closed with her biting her lips and moaned.
Out of all the girls, the person I least expected he’d cheat with was the person he ended up with.
I didn’t want his apology, most especially I didn't want him messing with my head when I had a game to prepare for. I had enough problems already, i didn't want any boy problem to be an addition.
I had forgotten about Deamon joking that I should stay longer until I got home. This time with two new girls, as he promised. Both of them were on their knees and focused on sucking his dick.
Deamon glanced at me without a word. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Oh good lord, will I ever have peace here?” I mumbled as I opened my bedroom door and walked in.
Four different girls in two days? Doesn’t he get tired?
As I sat on the bed, the moans from the girls began to hit me and my pussy throbbed.
My body betrayed me as I squeezed my thighs together trying to ease myself. “No, no no..” I thought as I rolled over in my bed and my hand unconsciously drifted down.
I bit my lip. “This is so messed up. Good lord, I am so horny as fuck”. The moans from the living room were getting increasingly louder. I could feel myself slowly losing it. My free hand moved to my breast, pinching my nipple slightly and rubbing it.
While at it, my eyes widened in horror when I looked up at Deamon standing at my door, shirtless, his chest was on full display.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, my voice cracking, “Get out!!!”
With a smile, Deamon stepped out of the room. “Did he hear me or see me?” I punched the air and walked to my door, and opened it. Just as I opened it, Deamon was standing right outside.
“Deamon!! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I came for my headphones,” he replied. “And what the hell are your headphones doing in my room?” I asked.
“Okay, you caught me. I wanted to ask if you had a spare condom,” he replied
“Excuse me? Ewwwww.. Do I look like a Condom store to you?”
Deamon chuckled, making me angrier.
“Come into my room without knocking again and I'd have your balls cut off and fed to the dogs!” I replied and stepped back in, shutting my door.
Living with Deamon was a nightmare and the one thing I needed most this time was sleep.
I climbed under my duvet, shut my eyes, and drifted off. I had no idea how long I had been sleeping when I felt someone shaking my shoulder.
I slowly blinked my eyes open and looked up at Deamon, “Didn't I tell you not to come in here again without knocking?”
“Trust me, I knocked. Three times and I'm here because I have to. The coach demanded everyone come to the field in thirty minutes. Anyone who is not there won't play for the match against the Titans,” Deamon replied.
I knew missing it was not an option and I really wanted to play against the Titans.
“Okay now get out,” I said, pointing out the door.
“You are unbelievable,” Deamon said, shaking his head in a small laugh.
“And you are annoying! Get the fuck out.”
When he finally stepped out, as I walked out to the window I saw that my breast had come out from the side of the top I wore.
“Fuck!! He must have seen this,” I said, pulling my top into place in embarrassment as I wondered how long he had stood staring at them.
