"Stop texting him." milez tells you, clenching his jaw in anger.

"Excuse me?" You respond, baffled.

"You heard me. This is our time." He replies, glaring at your phone that's still on.

"Thave to keep him updated or he'll get suspicious, you know this." You say, a smirk lining your lips.

milez is totally jealous.

Your words calm him down a little, but you can tell he's still a little annoyed. With a sigh, you move towards him until your bodies meet, and his hands immediately wrap around your hips.

He pulls you closer, "I don't like sharing you." he grunts out. You lean forward, whispering against his lips, "Then maybe you shouldn't have flirted with me knowing I'm dating your son." His hands tighten around you, and you feel a rush of exhilaration as his lips meet yours. Messing with him always turns you on.

You know you should feel bad for what you're doing, but you feel no remorse for your boyfriend. He was always too boring for you.

Thoughts of your boyfriend instantly disappear as hin starts undressing you.