Alexander Bianchi
"Alex," A breathy moan came from the blonde that clung to me desperately as I continued to trail down hungry kisses from her jaw down to where her neck and shoulder met. I licked and suckled at the spot, making her dig her fingernails down deeper. I smirked and nibbled, claiming my stake. I pulled away and gripped her tight little ass pressing her against me before her lips found mine once again.
"I want you so bad," she muttered against our kisses. I started to run my hands higher, drawing random patterns on the creamy skin of her inner thighs with my thumb. She moaned louder and before we could go further I heard the familiar tune of Chance playing.
I gripped her legs and untangled them from my waist, much to our displeasure before fishing my phone out of my pocket. "Hello?" I breathed.
"Carla's done it again." A voice sighed over the phone.
One would think that I, Alexander Bianchi, would be able to handle any girl existing with my charm and wit but that would be a lie. I just got off the phone with the Chief of police from the precinct downtown informing me that my sister had just been caught shoplifting from Wal-Mart and mind you, this had not been the first time that had happened.
I come from a single parent household. My mom currently holds five jobs while I have three to juggle around, including school and of course, my trouble maker of a little sister.
"Baby, where are you going?" The blonde asked, seductively running her fingers down my chest.
"I gotta go, Gale." I pulled my shirt on that I had seemingly lost to the floor, covering my toned torso and slipping out the janitor's closet, leaving Gale with her protests.
As I made my way down the halls in a rush, I immediately felt myself collide with another body. But my reflexes being as good as my skills in different criterion, I immediately caught her and steadied her back to her feet.
I looked down to see a petite girl with thick rimmed glasses and doe brown eyes staring up at me. It was not a familiar face, but then again, I never noticed girls her type. She audibly mumbled "my bad," But, I refused to acknowledge it.
"Watch where you are going," I reprimanded, before pushing her aside and continuing to the parking lot. Finding my bike, I immediately slipped on the helmet and exited the school gates.
In about ten minutes, I was faced with an oh-so-familiar building. The police precinct, I pushed the double doors open to be enveloped with a noisy atmosphere. Phones ringing, incoherent words floating around and not to mention the disgusting mix of sweat, smoke and thickened oxygen.
Searching the room, I immediately spotted my sister sitting on a swivel chair with Dom, the chief of police towering over her. I weaved my way past busy bodies until reaching her. Her eyes lit up with a smirk playing on her lips. "Dom," I uttered ruefully.
"Alex," he greeted back then turned his attention back to Carla. "I'm letting this slide since she returned the stolen item but this will be the last time and I mean it now." Warning in his voice.
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Teen Fiction~This is a rewrite of Slave to the Geek~ Rori Pena has been haunted by her family legacy all her life. But, that all would change as she decides to hide her family's growing wealth, and by the skin of her teeth, have a normal life. So, she dresses d...
