We enter black SUV which takes us God knows where. The weather in California in summer is great, a hundred per cent better than in London. The sky is free of clouds and this could mean that people here, did not see the rain in a long time. The roads are empty and well maintained. In London, all of the streets need renovation all the time and because of that there is always traffic everywhere. My father is sitting in front of me and looking handsome as hell, like always. Don’t get me wrong, I do not have a crush on my father, but I always felt like I am not one of them. My brothers and father have a caramel skin because they naturally are Italian but migrated to England for a better life. That’s what my father told me, at least, but I don’t believe him. All of them have green eyes and brown hair and all of them are 6.06 foot. I, on the other hand, am white but not like porcelain white maybe like more cream white. I am also tall but only 5.5 foot, so also smaller than my family. My hair is blonde, and my eyes are crystal blue, that’s what Tyler said to me once, that he could lose himself in my crystal blue eyes. But I don’t see anything in them, just the plain, empty eyes in which I need to stare every day. I have been always sporty girl, so my body is fit. Tyler always complimented my straight posture and boobs, and ass obviously, because he is a man after all. I could be Italian because my ass is amazing, I love it. I love my whole body because it doesn’t matter how you look; it matters how you feel about yourself and I always felt confident. Ha, what a dramatic moment, well in short words I am a bomb and every single man is losing shit for me and I don’t give a fuck. My confidence helped me to cherish my body and also use my attitudes to get what I want. It always worked with Tyler and other club members, but don’t think I am a slut, no, I am a confident woman who knows how to manipulate to achieve the goal. For example, I hate Chemistry and I would never pass this subject if not my confidence, and all year of wearing short skirts on Mr Graham lessons. Well, this guy lost it completely and he was 50 and has a wife and kids. I never touched him, of course, but always complemented his old smelly suits bleh. Long story short, it worked, the man fell for me and gave me A at the end of the year and that was amazing. I am not ashamed of myself; I am actually very proud.
“Papa where are we going now?” my steady voice disturbs the silence. My father calculated gaze finds me and he smiles.
“Princess we are going home. Actually, do you want to call your brothers on the way there because we have spare half an hour or so…” My heart starts to beat rapidly.
“Yes please, I would love to do so.” He gives me his smartphone which I never saw before, to be honest, and dial Tyler’s number. After first ring a raspy voice picked up.
“Yes, father? Did you have any problems on the way to California?” So, he knew about California, well…
“Hello son, no everything is fine, actually, the journey was amazing, but I have here little someone who is dying to speak with both of you, so if you could spare her a minute?” Yeah, dying is a little strong word for that but I will go with it. My father gives me the phone and Tyler’s handsome face appears on the screen. I could swear that at this moment he looks like a brother of Shawn Mendes. My mouth starts to water but I quickly compose myself.
“You little piece of shit!” Now the only thing I feel is anger. How could he leave me alone after he promised he will be right behind me?
“Yeah hello to you to princess. I suspected that you could be mad at me but before you will send million fucks my way, please listen to me, ok?” Tom chuckles next to me, yes, he sees it as well as me that his strong independent Tyler is a pussy, when it comes to me.
“Speak,” I will not let him see how happy I am to hear his voice or see his face, he needs to beg for my forgiveness.
“Well…” he is sorry I can see it. He skins his head to the left and put his right hand on the back of his neck. Oh God, he is handsome. His arm flexes under his long sleeve shirt and my woman parts begin to scream. I move uncomfortably and press my tights together to stop this ridiculous chorus of supplication. “You see, when you left your room in such a rush then I called our father to update him about the situation. I get some… orders that I couldn’t disobey. You need to understand that I would never leave you if it wasn’t important.” I know that he needed to do this, I understand, and I see how sorry he is. But I also know that I love to tease him, but
