Chapter 9 - Malia (1)

"Bye, Malia!"  Dory says and I wave back goodbye as I head over to where Bryce is waiting for me by his car.

He stares at me with a hot gaze that I know too well; he's going to want to try something tonight. I'm not in the mood, nor am I happy with him right now and I'm pretty sure he has no idea what's been bugging me the whole day.

Bryce pushes off his car and pulls me into his arms, and before I can even back away, he kisses me fiercely. He's usually gentle, but I can taste the rum from his mouth, making me wince. He doesn't appear drunk, but I can tell he's a bit tipsy. His hands slide down my backside and I can't help the moan that slips out of me when he squeezes me there. I softly chuckle and step back, glancing around us as I tell him, "Stop. My workmates will see."