His Luckiest Mistake

Five

Breathe in, breathe out. And repeat.

I breathed sitting in my bed with my legs crossed, I already wore my Lululemon baby blue jacket paired with matching baby blue pants yet I was still trying to calm down, letting myself forget that the guy I was attracted to was living in the same place as me.

I don't like him in any way.

It's just weird, the marks he left on my body are still visible but not as darker as before.

I hear a knock on my door before it opens. My mom entered seeing me on my bed. "Honey, you've been like that for 20 minutes, you wanna tell me why?" she sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Nothing." I lied. "Actually I was about to go and do my morning jog now." I smiled at her while standing up.

"Great, don't forget to wear sunscreen," she said to me.

My mom went with me downstairs and I spotted Samuel leaning against the railings, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt, he turned around hearing my mom's sandals click against the stairs and I tried to ignore his gaze but he watched me like I'm some dessert.

I looked down and realized that my zipper was down revealing my white sports bra, this made me remember that he saw me bare, he touched me here and marked me, and he didn't look worried at all.

I ignored him and went straight to the kitchen drinking a cold glass of water. "I'm heading out now Mom." I placed the glass down, seeing David on the stool talking to someone on his phone, I waved at him and he nodded before I went out the front door, forgetting that Samuel was behind me.

I went for the small gate on the side and started jogging wearing my headphones.

It was warm for a summer day, because it's still very early in the morning, and it's very windy, high chance it could rain. I set my timer for 15 minutes on my watch and will set it again when It's time to turn back.

The neighborhood was pretty quiet compared to our old one, we didn't sell the house, we couldn't. We left so many memories in that place that I can't let go of, that was my mother's first house she bought when she and Dad divorced. I was raised there, my childhood was all there.

I met Lianne there, my first-ever friend, I was friendly growing up, and that's why people easily took advantage of me. Lianne and I were inseparable until I found out he was only using me to get closer to the boys in my school, I was popular back then but I didn't care, I didn't even know until she told me, that I always get what I want, that's not true.

I always try to make it fair with her, I was so blind that she was using me so she would be known. I was so blind that I didn't know that all the guys that I liked before, she hooked up with them, sick.

My watch's ringtone wiped out my thoughts and brought me back to reality. I stopped it and took a rest on a bench nearby.

It was getting sunny by now since the sun had fully risen.

I took off my jacket and placed it on my lap. An old lady passes by across the road with a white poodle walking with her. She glanced my way and waved. I smiled and waved back.

•°•°•°•

I

arrived at the front door and opened it, it was already 8:45 by the time I arrived. I'm starving.

I went inside the kitchen seeing a housekeeper cleaned the counters. "Hello, Ma'am should I make you breakfast?" she politely smiled.

"It's Issa, and no thank you, I was craving some yogurt, is there some in the fridge?" I sat on the stool.

"Yes, of course." she handed me one and a small spoon, and I mouthed thank you before pulling the plastic lid off.

I wore back my jacket but didn't zip it since it was cold Inside the house compared to outside.

Ella entered the room with a sketch pad in her hand. "You sketch?" I asked her.

"Me and Leah do!" She beamed. "I'm going to her house right now, She lives just across the neighborhood" she continues. "And Samuel will take me there." I nodded.

I finished my yogurt and threw it away in the trashcan, "Okay, I'll go upstairs to take a bath." I pat her head and climb upstairs.

I closed the door behind my back and walked to my bathroom, I turned on the tap and stripped while I waited for the tub to be filled up.

I watch my body in the mirror examining every part of it, I don't hate my body, I like the way it is, but sometimes I don't.

I stepped into the bathtub and sank my body under the water. My hair is tangled and soapy. Steam rose around me, creating a magical haze of mist in the air, the bath bubbles popping with delight as I splashed about in the water. I could feel my worries and concerns wash away with the shampoo, my body, and mind at peace in the calming embrace of the tub. With a sigh, I sank deeper into the hot water, letting the stress of the day melt away.

•°•°•

I tapped on my phone wavering if I should ask Olivia for Samuel's i********:, I couldn't see his account because he was probably using a unique username, why can't he just use his real name like Samuel Rivers or Rivers Samuel?

I clicked on Olivia's account and checked her followings, searching Samuels's name but it wasn't showing, is she following him or not?

I sighed and checked her followings if I ever saw a familiar profile picture, I scrolled and scrolled even though she follows 1000+ people.

I was starting to get bored when I saw a very unique username with Samuels's face in the profile picture and his torso too, hah. samrivers.

It's not unique, I was so busy thinking about his complete name that I forgot to think that he could've shortened his name, how could I be so dumb and smart at the same time?

I opened it and boy he has a lot of followers, he doesn't post anything, but has many people tagging him in some pics, mostly girls.

I spotted a video of him sitting on a couch while a girl was sitting on his lap squirting whipped cream on her chest, everyone cheered as Samuel leaned down and licked it clean before capturing her lips.

Somehow I didn't like it but I couldn't care less. He's a fuckboy, what else wouldn't I expect from him?

I turned off my phone and stared at the ceiling, It was nighttime, and I couldn't stop thinking about that night with Samuel, I craved his touch, and it was not good.

I sat up and bent down to pull my suitcase under my bed, opened it, and took out the box that I secretly brought with me.

I opened it and smiled at the thing inside, I ordered it online as a birthday present for Olivia but I also bought it for myself.

I took out the white vibrator and leaned against the headboard, I turned it on and positioned it between my t**s, dragging it down my navel and p***y, I pushed my lace underwear aside and pressed the vibrator on my c**t, I sighed at the contact, feeling contented all over.

This feeling is what I yearned for, I imagined Samuel beside me guiding my hands to where they should be, he made me feel this way, which is why this feels so wrong but good somehow.

My hands reached for my boob as I pinched my n*****s, Samuel sucking my neck in my vision.

I wasn't wearing anything, except underwear and a tank top, but my top was already dragged down as I closed my eyes feeling the pleasure satisfy me.

"Ah." I let out a breathy moan as I increased the speed of the vibrator, circling it. My back arches as I squeeze my t**s.

Feeling close, I opened my legs wider feeling them shake when the doorknob twisted and I put an end to what I was doing, yanking the blanket closest to me and wrapping it around my body, I hid the toy behind me as I waited, the door opened revealing Samuel leaning against the doorway watching me with amusement.

"We're you busy doing something?" he raised his eyebrows, his mouth urging to smile.

It took me a moment before I answered. "I was doing nothing," I said panting.

Ugh, I was so close and he had to ruin it.

"Really? You look flustered." he finally smirked.

I wanted him to get out of my room but I couldn't say it.

He looked around me and noticed my other hand behind my back, "What are you hiding?" he closed the door behind him and gaped at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I gave him a forced smile.

We stay quiet, the urge to let him f**k me is growing but I remembered were step-siblings. But not by blood.

"Come on, I know what you're doing, you should close your windows when you touch yourself, I could see your shadow from the backyard." He chuckled as I turned into a red tomato, feeling embarrassed at the thought that someone could've seen me.

"Okay, thank you for disturbing me," I admit nonetheless. I was caught already.

"It's my pleasure."