EroticReverie

I don't let him stay over, even though he aruges that he doesnt want to go home and deal with Jackie. 

"You made your bed , lay in it." I say and push him towards my door. 

"Beth" he grumbles. 

"Im serious, you're not staying over." I say because I didnt fucking need more of him fucking with my head. I had carefully constructed walls, and they wouldn't be broken down by my cheating man whore cousin. This was sex. Forbidden and fucked up sex. 

"What are you so fucking afraid of?" he asks as I pull open my door, and he pushes it shut and I glower at him. 

"Im not AFRAID of anything. I just dont want you sleeping over. you hog the fucking bed and you snore, and you need to go home to your girlfriend." I say smiling and batting my lashes sarcastically. 

"Id rather it was you I was going home to." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Jeff, go home." I say and pull at the door again and he pushes it again, this time making it slam.

I slap his arm. "I have nieghbors! Dont slam my fucking door!" I whisper yell at him. 

"Then quit trying to fucking kick me out." he says and grabs my waist. 

"Jeff, fucking..stop" I say as he pushes me to the door and dips his mouth down to kiss me but I turn head. 

"Quit being afraid" he says. 

"Quit being a fucking sexual predator, and stop when I tell you to, asshole" I say. "Before I kick you in the dick." 

He sighs, stopping is venture for my mouth, ending the chase. 

"Just give me a fucking kiss, a real one, and I'll go." he says and lifts my chin gently and makes me look up at him. 

"No." I say. "Now get out, you're pissing me off." 

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It's two days later and I'm at work when a fucking massive bouquet of flowers is brought in, and directly to my desk. 

My coworkers all raise their brows, waggling them.

"Ooooo, who are they from?" my one coworker Stacy asks as she wiggles in her seat exciedtly for me and I laugh. 

"dunno." I say.

"You DONT KNOW, who would be sending you a bouquet thats probably worth hundreds of dollars?" She asks.  I shrug. 

Oh, I had an idea. And I didnt like it one bit, I pluck the tiny card and pull it out of the little envelope and read the card. 

"You're afraid. You're fucking terrifed. And you're mine. - J" 

I snarl at the card and rip it up into pieces as all my coworkers watch, the ladies gasping. 

I stand up and grab the vase. 

"Happy Early birthday Joe" I say setting them down on his desk, knowing his birthday is coming up soon and then walk back to my desk and sit down. Brows are raised in question, but I ignore the nosy curiosity and pull open my emails and get to work. 

It's not until lunch time when I allow myself to check my phone, and see his texts waiting. 

"Did you get the flowers?"  he asks. 

"What flowers?" I ask. 

"don't play games. I know you got them." he replies.

"I did. I also gave them to my co worker. Joe loves them." I type. 

"you gave them away, to a guy?" he asks. 

"Sure did. And I am NOT yours. You can't claim anyone without the permission, and you can't claim your fucking cousin. and you cant claim another woman when you're already living with one." I type back angrily, stabbing my screen with my thumbs. 

"I told you I'd end things with her. I've told you that a million times." he says.

I clench my hand around my phone, my jaw clenching right along with it. 

"And Ive told you a million times. I don't want YOU. I just want your cock. And lately. I dont even want that, because it's attatched to perhaps the most stubborn, annoying fucking pain in my ass." I type back. 

"You WISH I was a pain in your ass." he says, making a sexual joke that only makes me roll my eyes. 

"What are you, thirteen? Grow up. And dont send me anymore fucking flowers. Want to waste you money? Do it on your GIRLFRIEND. I have to go back to work. " I lie and then shut off my phone. 

An hour before i'm ready to leave work. My cheeks turns bright red as I see the same fucking flower delivery guy walk in AGAIN. This time, with SEVERAL bouquets and I shake my head. 

"If you set those on this fucking desk. I will run you over with my car in the parking lot." I threaten the poor guy who winces.

"Please don't. Im just the messenger." he says and I sigh , and gesture to my desk. 

"Please, go ahead and ruin my day." I say and he seems confused, but its not his fault, and he has no idea im being harrassed with flower arrangements by my own fucking cousin. 

"Sorry, yes...go on..go ahead and, just ,,, set them where I guess." I say shaking my head as twelve different arrangements are loaded off his cart onto my desk, each with their own card and I swear to go I will murder him. 

I look at the office all eyes on me and rub a hand over my face. 

"Please, just act like this is not happening, and do not ask me anything about the flowers , and feel free to take them." I say after plucking the twelve different notes from the vases. 

"Ooo really, these ones are pretty!" Says Lorraine an older lady that stands up and comes over. 

I gesture to them. "They are all yours, take whatever you want. Just, get them out of here." I say. A few others come to pluck vases off my desk when they realize I truly dont want them.  Then I distribute the rest to men, telling them to give them to their wives. 

I don't keep a single flower arrangment, because not a single one even held my favorite flower.  Daisies.  If he wanted to make me fucking swoon, he'd get close by just sending me one of those four dollar Walmart bouquets of dyed rainbow dasies.  I wasn't his fucking girlfriend, he could spend every dime he had on me, and it wouldnt make a fucking difference. Because I wasnt impressed by money, nor did I want to be impressed by him at all. 

At the end of the day I stuff the cards, the twelve unopened ones and the first one, putting them in my purse and driving right over to his work when I get out. 

I knew most nights he stayed late, not because he really needed to, but because he liked having an excuse to keep him from going home to his girlfriend. I wasnt sure why he bothered staying with her, if he was so willing to "leave her" all the time and cheat on her, and never wanted to go home to her. 

His truck is the only one parked along the building and I slam my car door shut as I barge into the front door and make my way through the lower floor and to the stairs and up to the small second floor office where he's sitting there, kicked back, feet up on his desk, big shit eating grin on his face. 

I didnt surprise him, he could see me coming from the security cameras he had up on his one computer screen. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" I ask angrily. 

"What do you mean?" he asks cocking his head and I walk over to his desk, open my purse, take out the handfull of tiny little envelopes and the one opened card and drop them on his desk. 

"I dont want your fucking notes or flowers. Don't send me things at work. It's fucking embarrassing." I say as he looks at the notes. 

"Did you not open them?" he asks. 

"No I fucking didnt." I say. 

"Why not?" he asks. 

"Because! I dont care what's in them!" I yell at him and he stands, walking over to me and I just glare at him, not backing up, jutting my chin up. 

"Quit yelling." he says. 

"Fuck you." I say angrily, my nostrils flaring. 

"Did you keep any of the flowers?" he asks. 

"No." I say.

"Why not?" he asks. 

"I told you I didnt fucking want them, and because you sent thirteen different bouquets, and not a single one had my favorite flower anyways , so if you're trying to fucking impress a girl, you should probably know her favorite flow-"

"Daisies." he says. 

My mouth hangs open on my cut off sentence and I shut my mouth and step back and cross my arms. 

"That florist had every single flower except fucking daisies. No place, had a single fucking daisy." he says. 

"Doesnt matter anyway, I still wouldnt have kept them anyways." I say. 

"Because you dont send you cousin flowers." I remind him. 

"I'll send you as many fucking flowers as I want to, and I will ever fucking day till you kiss me again." he says and I scoff and step back. 

"You're so...what is wrong with you...why? Why? What is the point? Even if I wanted to kiss you-"

"You do want to kiss me. You're just fucking scared." he says. 

I grit my teeth. "quit fucking interrupting me, it's annoying. And I do NOT want to kiss you. And im not fucking scared. If I wanted to kiss you, I fucking would. And I don't." I say. 

"and even if i did, you're my cousin, and you're making this arrangement messy and difficult." I say. 

"This 'arrangement' huh?" he asks and cross his arms. 

"Yes Jeff. This arrangement, Because that's what it is.  I'm not sure what you expecting to happen...to get me to say it back? That I love you? Why? What would that solve? do you just need to pamper your ego? You need me to get all wound up in some feelings for you to make you feel good about yourself? " I ask and he just looks at me. 

"It doesnt matter, because the arrangement was just sex , nothing else. I'm not going to cater to your fucking ego too, by telling you I love you." I say. 

"Are you done yet?" he asks and I growl and actually stomp my foot.

"Are you even listening to me!?" I yell at him. 

"yeah , I am, but Im wondering when you're gonna be done running that mouth and do something useful with it." he says and I lift my hand, slapping him across the face and his head turns, and I gasp , stepping back and his looks back at me, stepping forward, his hand flying up behind my neck, grabbing it and then crashing his mouth to mine. 

"stop"I mumble as he forces himself on me, grabbing my face and holding in in place, laughing slightly as he kisses mewhile I push at his head with my hands and then slap his arms as he keeps holding face.

"Jeff!" I yell  trying to turn my head, his body pushing me against his desk.  Im pushed harder, to sit on his desk and he stands between my legs as he keeps holding my face, kissing me hard and I've given in as she stands between my legs, spreading my lips apart with his tongue, his mouth devouring mine as I start to participate. 

Why did he have to be a good kisser? I wanted to hate it everytime he did it. I wanted to find just something, anything wrong with the way he constantly commanded my body. But nope. Everything he did to me was perfect and made me feel good in some way or another. 

"stop " I beg breathlessly now as he slips into my hair and pulls it back, his mouth still following mine as he groans, kissing me with a soft groan that makes my belly heat, and between my legs I can feel the heart beat of my fucking pussy as it pulses. 

"Please stop" I beg softly as I wrap my legs around him , sliding my hands up his chest and into his hair, grabbing it, pulling his face harder to mine as he groans. 

"Never Beth. fucking never."