Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 45

"If I could control my di*k I would say to him to stay put, but unfortunately it has a mind of its own…" He said, not even changing his facial expression.

I quickly turned towards him, probably looking red like a fresh tomato. "Shut up!"

"What?" He lifted one of his eyebrows. He might not show it with his face, but I knew he was having fun. "Does the word di*k embarrass you?"

I just crossed my arms again, staring at him, viciously.

"It's just a word. In fact, I have a friend who has a dog named Di*k."

"Maybe…Maybe that's just short for Richard…" I mumbled, trying to get out of this conversation.

"I don't think so." He was obviously amused, by now. "I bet if he'd get a cat, he'd name her Pus*y…"

"Okay, okay enough!" I almost yelled at him. Freaking pervert! Naming animals after body parts…

He was laughing like crazy, showing his dimple. "So," He said after he calmed down a bit. "can I sleep in the bed too?"

"No!" The nerve on that idiot.

"So…what should we do know?" He asked as if nothing had happened.

"I don't know…wanna play monopoly?"

He grimaced, like he'd want to say if I was for real. "No, lil' kitty, I don't want to play monopoly." He stood up and started walking around the room. He stopped at my bookshelf, rambling through the few books that were there.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Your secret diary." He answered truthfully.

"I don't have a diary." I wasn't lying. I just think they're a waste of time. I already have all my personal thoughts inside my head, why would I want to write them down on a piece of paper?

He looked back at me, seemed a bit annoyed. "You're boring lil' kitty."

I didn't have a comeback to that…it hurt, but it was true, I guess…

"Just kidding." He grinned. "You're the least boring person I know." He whispered to himself. "Aha!" He said victoriously, while pulling down a huge purple book…What was that again? "A hidden treasure! Photo album." He did that devilish smile of his.

I completely forgot about that. Photo album…I didn't open that for so long. "Oh, that old thing. I forgot I had it."

"How can you forget?" He said, while sitting next to me. "Photo albums are awesome. The old way of keeping memories. You remember those cameras with only thirty shots?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "you couldn't delete pictures. You got what you got."

He burst out laughing, lifting the album higher.

"Don't look at it!" I screamed at him, trying to grab the album.

"Oh c'mon, I think it's cute." He was still laughing, now hiding the album behind his back. I could see that devil spark in his eyes.

"Lucas!" I yelled again, pulling his shirt, which led in both of us falling on the bed. With me on top of him. His minty breath…flawless skin…so close… "Sorry." I snapped out of it and got up.

"No harm done." He softly said, looking a bit disappointed. He was still lying on the bed, turning the page.

I lied next to him. His soft hair gently brushed my cheek. I stared at another picture of me. I was standing in a garden, dressed in a blue dress, two short ponytails with pink bow ties.

"You were a cute kid." Lucas commented. Were? "Well, now you're not exactly cute, you're…beautiful." He continued, like he'd hear me think. I was just staring at him…He was so concentrated on the album.

He turned the page again and a picture fell out of the album. He picked it up and put it closer to his face. "Is this your mom?"

I stared at the picture. "Yes."

"And who's this?" He pointed towards the man next to her.