Sinclairs pov
His question really hit the wrong spot, like I felt this tug in my heart the moment he asked if I ever had fun in my life, then to ice the pancakes up, I haven’t really laughed genuinely.
Looking at google all I could find were weird write up, just like this one boldly written the proportion of breathiness to valve sound is higher, it doesn’t really say much, so I walk over to the mirror, with a glum look on my face
It hurts so much that he might be right, he had been opposing this character, since the first day he step foot in my house, so repulsive, I do not like it, but either way, it’s compelling.
I look in the mirror, and I see sinclaire , all I need to do is show some white teeth, and I just got it whitened, I should flaunt it, my lips arch to the side,showing my perfectly arrange dentition, it looks stressed maybe I should had more force to it, besides I everything works better with pressure added to it.
My lips path even more forcefully,till my eyes were barely open, that should be a smile, but it doesn’t feel right, I have seen people do it more often, nothing is hard for me, if I could manage a multi million company and lots of investment, without any help, how hard could a genuine smile be?.
AllI have to do is see a short video on how people do it, besides I can’t buy it, that’s just how stupid all this is, if doesn’t cost me money, it has no worth, besides he’s a low life, that’s all he can afford.
I look back at the crumbs of cake on the plate, it really tast good, way too good, my mind travel back to fucking my brains out on the kitchen counter, fuck, it was the best sex in a while, and his reaction when I demanded for a quicker was the most amusing look I had seen in year
“Hahahaha”
What fuck, what was that all about, did I just laugh?, out loud?, it wasn’t on camera, shit, I take my phone, place it on camera, then stay before a mirror, all I did was look at crumbs of cake and pizza, then I thought about being fucked, besides it
Eyes closed then thoughts running, I chant to myself but nothing happens, the strange sound wasn’t there, neither was the fuzzy feeling I felt in my cheek, then my heart, it’s not there but I just laughed.
I just did it, but it’s not coming back to me, my cameras is really waiting, to capture something rare, and it’s not coming, “ hahaha” I tried imitate you the voice I heard earlier, but it sounded more awful than it should.
Maybe with time, it would sound more like it, “ hahaha…hahaha” I think I sound like a villain,I should make it sound more feminine,more like a flirty chuckle, I take my phone , hitting my keyboards with my thumbs
“ how to flirt laugh” there was no sensible post that could make me laugh, or a perfect way, watching the videos here, it still doesn’t tell me how to laugh properly, or more over how to laugh genuinely.
Practice make perfect, I keep laughing more and louder, till it becomes noticeable enough, I hear a crashing noise behind me and for a moment I think my evil gaggling had broken something, but I see martins behind me, he had spilled pomegranates seeds on the floor same with apples which were rolling On the sloppy floor.
“ what the actual fuck matins!” I could feel my blood boiling in embarrassment, did he hear me talking to myself, or maybe, he just entered, I tried maintaining a straight face, but it’s hard having to do that when his eyes are boring in my body.
“what the hell were you doing at the mirror?” He asked, this tone of his, makes me shiver and I don’t like it, I am not used to it, “ that’s none of your busses “ I could feel the anger I had tried pushing down my gut to climb up, and I fear it might result in a physical exchange of blows.
I don’t want that, pushing him out of the room with all i got, it still not enough, “ hey stop it sinclaire “ he’s now like moutain,” what is it martins, you know what…you are grounded” it sounded weird enough proceeding my mout, but I don’t care, he belongs to me
Right?.
“ you can’t ground me Sinclair, I am not a child and I am not your fucking child” he said in a dreading tone, which provoked my inner goddess all I want to do is lash out at him, tip him off his oddly smooth and kissable skin,
Shit it sinclaire
“ Dare me” I snarled, if he pushes my button any further I would rip him off. I swear “ I am sorry, enjoy your day” he said walking out of my room, a part of me feels so bad, as he walks out.
He was trying to help me smile right?, maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh on him, but he’s super dominant, with that tone he uses of me.
“Fuck” he even had stain on my floor, I had stepped on the pomegranates seeds as well, it’s so irritating, eww, “ aaagh Martin “ my hands locate my hair as my veins pop out in frauatration, just couple of days living with him I am going nuts already
Maybe I should have fucked him on arm length, staying a stone throw away from him, is crazy, but having him coming from other houses, means he would have his dick in other girl dirty cunts, and I can’t deal with that
At least not now, he’s was to sexy, and a good fucker as well, so having him out there would hurt my reputation and status, knowing he is a blabber mouth as well