Codeine || Interracial JB

Chapter 8 \\ Urges

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"Thank God. I wanna get lit in the comfort of my own home."
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Three Days Later
Victoria's POV

"So how did it go?" Sofia asked as she made us breakfast. I got home late last night because I was with Justin helping him on some work. He discovered that I'm really good with numbers when I asked him to go shopping with me since we were trying to be friends and I wanted to get him to like shopping because it's fun. Anyway, when I got back to the apartment, Sofia was knocked out so I had to hold in everything that happened with Justin. I didn't sleep very well to say the least.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the counter, jumping up on the steel stool. "Um well you know we're working on being friends so nothing really sexual happened." Sofia's head whipped around and she gave me this look of shock. "Yeah, I know."

"Wow, you must like him to keep up this friendship shit," she giggled before turning back to the stove. "I mean really. This is new and even I'm excited to see where it's going because Justin is really sexy and rich and your babie-"

"Calm down," I groaned as pictures of Justin and I with children started to flash through my head. "Who knows if we can even do this. The tension is thicker than my ass, but he's so set on the friendship building."

"Please, I know how much he wants to fuck you. It won't be long until you both crack," she turned around with two filled plates. Omelette, bacon-

Ding.

Toast. I loved toast...actually just bread in general. With the job that I had, I couldn't eat carbs and fattening foods all the time. I did it anyway, though. It just meant that I had to work out more, which I didn't mind because I liked working out.

Wait, did Sofia just-

"He doesn't want to fuck me...at least not anymore," I rolled my eyes. Did he? I mean I know we got handsy, but that doesn't mean he wanted to just have sex with me, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" she narrowed her eyes while handing me a plate. "He wants to penetrate you all over his mansion. I know it!"

"You don't know anything," I laughed and sat the red ceramic down on the counter before she handed me a fork and knife.

"I know everything when it comes to men and their dicks," she winked, turning around to get cranberry juice from the refrigerator. It was her favorite, she literally had it with every meal.

"Cause you're a hoe," I snickered while leaning over the counter to tear off a paper towel from its holder. It was about to get a little messy. I was like a hungry lioness and I probably looked like one too, considering I didn't even bother with my hair when I woke up.

"So what. I'm a hoe and I'm not ashamed. At least I get some dick unlike you," her arm reached up for the cabinet's silver handle to get two glasses. "You need to release that inner whore," she poured the cranberry juice in them then capped the bottle, placing it back in the fridge before handing me a glass.

"I really don't. I'm not as sexually driven as you are."

"You're right. Ryan's coming over tonight," she grabbed her plate and glass and came to sit next to me. Them two hadn't stopped seeing each other since the party. She had him wrapped around her finger and he seemed to be aware of that with no shame.