Note** The picture is for reference to the bikini mentioned, not including the model (:

Recap: 

"Why?"

"Just give me your hand." He scowled, snatching my dormant hand from beside me.

"W-what the hell are you trying to do?" A small pinch of unease settled in my guts.

His face twisted into a mocking grin. "Why, proving you wrong, princess."

And with that sentence serving as a warning, my hand came into direct contact onto his jeans. On the area I was previously staring at. On the area that is now slowly coming to life. 

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A small sound escaped the back of his throat, his hands squeezed my palm, which in result, made me squeeze him. I ripped my hand away as if his crotch had burned me. It very well may have, and I would have preferred that than go through this experience ever again. Me, Chanel Lee, the girl who didn't even get close to touching first base, just skipped straight to the third. Fluck.

"Aw you are so cute." My face could not be anymore inflamed. I backed up, holding my right hand away from my body as if I had touched something diseased. "What's wrong? Is the princess shy?" He mocked, stalking after me like hunter on prey.

"No." My voice came out reluctantly high pitched. I swore silently. Even a five year old can lie better than that.

"Really? Well if you are not shy, then come back here." His voice was sinful. I almost flinched as he lifted up one hand, curling a finger back in the come hither motion. I trained my eyes on his finger, praying to the heavenly lord to not drop my eyes elsewhere. He smirked, following my line of gaze. "Do you know where else this motion is used?" I shook my head.

"I don't want to know." I forced my voice out.

"Oh come on, sure you do." He chuckled. I shook my head once more. A flash of surprise flew through his eyes. It came as quick as it left. "It brings girls to an infamous g-spot orgasm." I gulped. My back collided with the edge of something. The wardrobe.

"A-alright. S-so what?" I gulped, unable to keep the stutter from my voice. My hands came up to cover my face in a vain attempt to cool it down, this of which seemed utterly impossible seeing as the area between my legs couldn't help but began dampening.

"So," he prowled closer, a hungry look entering his eyes. "if you choose to follow my terms," his legs closed the last bit of space between us, his hands attaching themselves onto my hips. "an orgasm is what you will receive. In fact, many of them." The corner of his lips quirked up into a crude smile, his lips dangerously close to mine.

I gulped. "Uh— um," my mouth opened and closed, unable to make a full sentence. I didn't know what to say! I have never sexted a boy before. How the hell am I supposed to respond to something like this?

He smirked. "Just say yes." His lips slowly fell on mine. I could feel myself stiffen. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

A boy is kissing me. Oh my god. What do I do?

I guess I just mimic his actions. His lips felt oh so soft, yet demanding and controlling. His fingers sneaked under my top, rubbing circles on the small of my back, on my dimples. I broke away from the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

"Say yes Chanel." I could feel his smirk on the side of my cheeks, where he placed a trail of kisses down to the base of my neck.

I shook my head. "No." I whispered. I drew in a sharp breath when his lips sucked an area of skin into his mouth, his teeth sinking down. 

"Say, yes." His breath tickled my neck. I shook my head once more. 

My hands some how found its way in-between us, and I summed up all the power that my apparent noodle arms had, and pushed him away from me. "No." I forced my voice to sound strong. But even to my ears, it sounded needy and coarse. I cleared my throat, looking away from his smug, smirking face. I would really like to slap that smirk away, it is honestly starting to bugger me. 

"Like to play hard to get huh? Well don't pretend too much, otherwise I might actually start to loose interest." My mouth fell open.

"You think that I am trying to— You think I am–" My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. How dare he speak of me like an object, like I am some– stupid dumb airhead?

"Of course." He shrugged, crossing his arms. The feel of arrogance is oozing from his being. "You girls are all the same." He gestured using one arm almost lazily, his head tilted back, gazing at me through half closed eyelids. 

I fumed, my fists clenching tightly besides me. "You are such a blockhead for thinking what you do. If you think I am exactly like those– girls you slept with, then you are just a complete, blockhead." I hissed, jabbing my finger in his direction.

"Oh yeah?" He caught my entire hand in his grip. "Prove it then." The corner of his lips quirked up in a cold, calculating smile. "Prove to me, that I don't affect you. Prove to me, that you are not one of those girls."

"Fine." I snapped, ripping my hand away from him. "It's a bet." I opened my mouth to say something else, but the sound of footfalls made me freeze. The guy however, just stepped back from me, his stance relaxed to one of uncaring. I could not help but scowl at his ease in hiding whatever just happened between us. I brushed my hair and attempted to look presentable, right before Elliot stepped into the room.

He stood in the doorway and pushed his hands into his back pocket, nodding in acknowledgment at the guy, before taking a quick scan of the room.

"Good choice." He glanced at me with a smile. "So I see you've met Noah." It was as if a stone dropped into my guts.

"Y-yes." I nodded quickly. The reality of the situation hit me harder than a freight train. I literally just made out with my mother's boyfriend's nephew. Wow I fûcked up. So badly. Wow.

"Good good. He may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he'd help you out. Won't you?" The last sentence was directed at Noah, whom only shrugged. 

"Of course. Anything for Chanel." I only glared at him in response. Nonetheless, my glare proved to be no use as his lips only widened in amusement. 

"Now, Chanel," Elliot turned back around to face me. "Your mother and I are heading down to the beach soon, would you like to come with us?" 

Going to the beach with those two love birds and being the third wheel to my own mother? Yeah, no thanks. "Um– I'll pass, thanks for offering though." 

"That's alright. We are just meeting with a couple of friends down there, and thought you would benefit from it. You know, make some new friends, perhaps some of them can even teach you a trick or two." 

"Tricks?" I frowned.

"For surfing. It'd be a waste of your summer down here if you don't at least attempt to surf. You are in Surfer's Paradise sweetheart." 

Surfing? Yeah no. No way am I getting into the water. "I-it's fine. Don't worry about me." I waved him off.

"You sure? Noah will stay with you just in case you need any help." I glanced at Noah, who only wiggled his eyebrows at me in response. I gulped.

"A-actually," I called out at Elliot, whose figure was turning around, ready to leave the room. "Can you guys give me five minutes? I'll be right down." I gave Elliot what I hoped was a convincing smile. I'd rather be down there than up here with the devil himself. 

"Of course. We'll be waiting in the foyer." He gave me a dazzling smile, and left the room. Avoiding eye contact with Noah, I made a bee line for the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of ombre turquoise bikini, and an ombre sheer batwing kimono, the colour fading from white to light blue along the bottom edges of the kimono. Without once glancing at the man standing besides my bed, I headed for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" He drawled, breaking the tense silence. 

"Bathroom." I answered without looking back.

"Aw." He cooed. "Why not change here? Put on a little show while you are at is."

I scowled. "You are disgusting." I shook my head, stepping into the luxurious bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"Three weeks."

"Huh?" The door was an inch from closing. Still, his voice came through loud and clear. 

"You have three weeks to prove yourself. After three weeks, if you fail, I get to do whatever I want with you." I could hear the wickedness without needing to glance at his features.

"Go to hell." I spat, fury and disbelief taking over my face.

"Already there sweetheart." What is up with this family and their name calling? Geez. "So the bet?"

"Fûck n–"

"Unless you are a wuss," He cut in with a sing-song voice. "Are you a wuss, Chanel?"

I scowled. My pride unable to allow me to back down. "No." My tongue sucked in the top row of my teeth. "Fine." I whirled around, flinging the door open. "But if I win," I met his eyes across the room. "You will swear to celibacy for three months." His eyes widened in fear. 

"No fûcking way." 

"So you are a wuss, huh?" I crossed my arms, my voice smug. "A wimp. A coward. A scaredy cat. A–"

"Shut up." He hissed. "Shut up women." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He's probably going to cancel this bet now. I cheered internally. Yes. "It's a bet." His eyes flew open.

My mouth dropped open. His eyes visibly lighting up from my reaction. "I never bet against anything that I am confident in winning." He smirked cunningly. 

"Sure." I rolled my eyes. "I wish you all the best in your months of celibacy. Sweetheart." I mocked, watching fury lit up his eyes. 

"And I just know I will have great fun, putting your pretty little mouth to good use else where." He blew me a kiss, making an 'o' with his fist, and poking his tongue to his opposite cheek, mimicking the action of something so dirty, it made all the blood I have in my body rush up to my cheeks. 

"You disgusting pig." I muttered, slamming the door shut to his deep chuckle. 

Getting dressed quickly, all the while cursing to myself and hoping that my mother and Elliot haven't left already. I would actually hit something in the face if I have to be stuck in the house with the devil. 

Hopefully Noah's face. 

I nearly tripped as I shoved my thongs on, sprinting down the steps and trying not to fall nor drop my towel.

"S-sorry for being late, I couldn't find my b-bikini." I tried to breathe through my nose, and calm my racing heart. My mother turned to me with a warm smile.

"It's okay honey. Are we ready to go?" She looked between Elliot and I. 

Elliot nodded. "Yes. We are just waiting on one person." I raised my eyebrow.

"Who? My mother asked.

I smelled his cologne before I heard him. "Sorry about being late guys." I groaned. Fûck me. Why the hell does he have to come with us? Today cannot be worse.

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