Alina stands in front of me with her tits out and her eyes wide as she watches me. I raise my eyebrow at her and she just gets on her knees in front of me and starts undoing my belt. Once my cock is out, she starts stroking before putting her lips on the tip.

She starts teasing the fuck out of my tip making me more annoyed.

I sigh and grab her head, forcing her to take all of me in her mouth. She starts going up and down as I wrap my hand into her hair and start to thrust in her.

All I see is Thalia and her fucking see-through tank top where I saw her nipples poking through. Then her gorgeous full lips that I always imagine wrapping around me.

I move back and forth repeatedly until I spill my cum inside her mouth.

"Fuck," I sigh. I pull out of her mouth and then walk away from her. "Leave. I don't ever want to see you again," I state coldly.

"But-"

I turn to look at her. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

Alina then stands up and picks up her clothes before leaving the room.

Fuck you, Thalia De Luca.

Eleven

"Mom!" I yell as I run down the stairs.

"In the living room!" I hear her yell back.

Once I get to the last step I go to where the living room is, and I see my mom and dad both sitting on the couch with a blanket over their legs and her cuddled up to my dad's chest.

Both of their heads turn to look at me and I see my father furrow his eyebrows as he looks at my clothing. "Where are you going?"

"Out with some friends. Just wanted to let you guys know that I was heading out."

It’s been a few days since the meeting we had. Things have been tense but when has it ever not been tense in this house?

"You're not going anywhere, especially dressed like that," my dad says, making me look down at my outfit.

I am wearing a skin-tight black dress with diamond spaghetti straps. The dress ends at my mid-thighs, and I am also wearing black strappy heels.

"What's wrong with what I am wearing?" I ask looking between my mom and dad.

"Thalia you aren't going outside dressed like that. Over my dead fucking body," my dad spits. "You really think I want men who are twice your age staring at you, thinking about fucking you in the alley? Hell no."

“Ace, it’s just a dress. Plus Thalia knows how to handle herself, remember?” My mom raises her eyebrow at my dad and his face seems to soften a little bit when he looks down at her.

I swear she always puts him in a good mood and can make him feel better.

“Ari, I don’t want her dressed like that.”

"But-" I start.