Marina's POV
My chest? What? I had active boobs!
I began to panic. What the hell? What should I do? I can't afford to get caught!
I rushed to Varce and burst into tears.
“Please, I'm not ready. My arm is okay, please not my chest. It would hurt.” I stuttered, pleading with him.
His expression went from astonished, like he couldn't understand my reaction, to sly.
“That's why it's going to be on your chest. Go inside and quit whining. You're being such a pussy.”
He was about to turn away to leave but I still tugged at his arm. I was ready to lick his feet, anything to make sure I don't get f*****g naked today.
“Please, please. Fine I'm all you said but please, not my chest. Please.”
Then he stared at me with interest.
“You're scared of something. What's wrong with you?”
He caught
