To be the misunderstood villainess

"What happened? You just left and you are missing me already, huh?" Her amused voice came from the other side.

He could already guess that she was smirking on the other side and this was messing up his already messed up mind.

"I am not missing you, there's some serious problem that I need your help with," the word help was foreign in his mouth. He wasn't used to saying that he needs someone's help.

Veronica understood whatever was the reason he called her, it was an emergency.

One side of her heart wanted to make him suffer. She wanted him to beg her.

"God, he looks sexy when he begs," is what she was thinking. She was so horny today that whenever she talks to him, she can't help but think about his co*k.

But the more logical side wanted to know the entire thing.

"What's the matter?" She asked, stopping all of her activities, and by activities, she means her touching herself.

Ever since he left, she couldn't stop herself from touching herself. The image she had of him in her mind was helping her.

She was imagining his hands playing with her. The door was open and anyone could enter.

This thing made it more exciting for her. She was naked when he called her, and she still is.

Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants.

"What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything.

That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious.

"If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself.

A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardens on the other side.

"F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him.

She wanted to test him till he breaks and later fulfilled her with his entire being.

She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants.

And forbidden fruits always taste better.

"You should stop there before I end up coming into your house," he said, his voice slightly husky.

Veronica understood that he was having a hard time controlling himself.

It was getting more exciting for her. She started moving her fingers at a faster speed.

And with a cry, she came.

"So you ended up cumming? I thought that I would join you," Andrew said.

"Maybe later, I am not in the mood for cumming again. Plus, my fingers are hurting," Veronica said, getting up from her bed.

The bathrobe from earlier lying on the edge of the bed. She went to her bathroom with the phone.

"I am listening. Tell me why you need my help," this sentence of hers was like cold water on Andrew.

He was back to being normal. He was just like a teenager to her. One sexual activity done by her is enough to make him hard.

Yet, her words would make him turn off just as fast. It's as if she has the button to his horniness.

She can turn it off and on whenever she wants to and oh, she takes the perfect advantage of it.

Only he wasn't this weak for her, she was no better. One visit from him left her in her room for the rest of the evening.

The lust they have for each other could only be understood by them.

"The guy you slept with last time, remember him?" His voice was now hard, devoid of any emotions and she was having a hard time suppressing herself from asking if he was jealous or not.

Even though she knew that he was clearly jealous.

"Yes, I do. He used to be good at what he does. The tragedy is that he was killed by you. You really can't bear to see me happy," she said in a sad voice at the end.

"It's not what you think it is. I have my reasons and I told you them already. But that's not the main thing. The main thing is he was the son of Johnson," he finally said.

Veronica who was about to turn on the shower stopped. Her eyes widened and she started putting two and two together.

That night that guy was trying to give her drinks again and again. He was insisting that she should have some liquid inside of her body for a better experience but she clearly rejected him saying that she doesn't need them.

Abraham Johnson was the nastiest man in the underworld. He would do things that are against the rules Veronica follows.

He does human trafficking and forces people to be se* workers for him. He has been as low as to ra*e a few girls just because they refused to stay the night with him.

He was a monster in the name of a mafia. In recent cases, he once argued with Veronica.

He expressed how he would love to spend some special time with her, disgustingly. Veronica was so disgusted that without a second thought, she ended up slapping him before the other mafias.

"You are not worthy of touching my fingers let alone spending an entire night with me. You should look at yourself and lower your expectations. If you pull such an act again in the future then I will make sure to personally ruin you and your entire clan." That is what she said.

Andrew's father was there and he saw everything. He was impressed by her bravery. He told Andrew and his wife about it later that day.

Andrew was really pissed off. Another reason why he killed that guy.

"So I slept with the son of that disgusting questionable creature? He looks disgusting. How his son was so handsome?"

"Yes, and I don't know."