🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved.
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CHAPTER 61&62
•Stone’s Residence•
Omar rushed into his room, holding his chest in pain.
The shock— it has happened again.
As she scattered his desk for his drugs, the scene earlier rushed in his memory.
•Earlier•
“Christa…”
Maybe it was a dream. No, this ain’t real. It doesn’t look real. He buried Christa personally so…
“Omar,”she muttered, half shocked, half scared.
Then it dawned on Omar, it wasn’t a dream! This was real.
“Christa!”he moved forward
“You two know each other intimately?”the manager asked in confusion. Amanda sighed in relief for the fiftieth time. Okay, it’s fifty one now.
Omar got close to Christy, trying to touch her, maybe to feel her once more. To feel her again after… should he say nineteen years?
A few months from now, it will be nineteen years.
His hands almost met hers when she moved back, tears pouring out of her eyes.
“Christa, I thought you were…”he muttered but she ran back into the kitchen.
“Christy!”Amanda followed suit.
“Christy?”the manager called and faced him, he was already holding his chest in pain.
“Sir, are you okay?”she gasped.
He nodded. Eyes? Far from red. Almost bloody. He badly wants to cry. If only he could do that. It’d be better.
“I’m fine,”he said. He looked back at where Christy entered, then back at the manager.
“What happened, sir?”she asked.
He couldn’t reply, he just walked out.
•Present•
“Mr Omar… Mr Stone!”his personal doctor bolted in with a female house worker. He searched for the drugs with Omar and successfully took them.
Omar couldn’t, because he wasn’t concentrating.
The Doctor gave him the pills and the maid offered a glass of water. Omar received them and took them in a rush, gulping the water thirstily, a few drops leaked, pouring on his shirt.
Then he calmed and he fell on his bed, resting his forehead on his arms, elbows on knees.
“What happened, sir?”his doctor asked.
“She called me that it seems like you weren’t fine with the way you rushed in, and I drove down here, thanks to her,”he added, pointing at the woman beside him— the maid.
“Thanks Mary,”Omar smiled at her.
Remember Mary? The maid Mira mistreated months ago.
“My pleasure, boss,”she bowed.
“Are you fine now?”the doctor asked.
“I am,”Omar nodded.
Mary bowed again before walking out.
“What happened?”the doctor continued.
“I was fooled, Mom played me. I buried the wrong person,”Omar answered.
“How?”
“Christy didn’t die. She never died,”he replied.
The doctor removed his glasses in shock.
•Ken And Ben’s Restaurant•
•A store room•
“You saw him after years and your next step was to run? Oh my, I’m struck! Impresario!”Amanda snapped.
“I told you, Amanda. I told you I don’t wanna have anything to do with him. It’s all past now and it’s over,”Christy stood up from a chair.
“Over? You wish. Nothing’s over till death! If you think it’s over, then sawie to burst your bubble, it’s not!”Amanda marched closer to her.
“Amanda, what is wrong with you?”Christy cried.
“I saw his reaction, he was shocked. If shock was a person, it’d be Omar Stone. I saw the guilt in his eyes, I saw how he wanted to hug you and I know what you are going to say… that he has a family now, a spoiled brat. Well, you heard the news, the crazy mother was just after money. She ran away, leaving the child when she was still a day old and that’s why Omar loves his daughter more than anything. But newsflash, you have his daughter too, aren’t you gonna tell him about his child?!”Amanda said.
Christy broke down in tears.
“Now that Alex has known about him, don’t you think she’ll move before you, looking for him? Huh? And bro, she’ll leave you, just as you pre-saw,”Amanda rolled her eyes.
“Stop fúcking me up, Manda, lemme think,”Christy sat back down.
“Christy?”another chef entered, they both looked up.
“You’re being sent for,”she said.
Christy wiped off her tears and stood up.
“Manager?”she asked.
“Yeah, she’s worried and inquisitive,”she replied.
“Go girl, maybe she’ll talk some sense into you,”Amanda pushed Christy playfully.
They all walked out.
•Stars High~Eric’s Haven•
The paintings were done.
Beautiful. Symbolic. Aesthetic.
Alex is noting on a laptop, writing down the theory quotes and ideas of the painting— the statement speech.
Eric is drafting an outline 1 on another laptop, typing, editing and saving.
Both turned off the laptop screen at the same time and looked at each other.
“Done?”they chorused.
“Done,”they added.
Alex sat on his laps like before, turning on his laptop. She started reading with a smile and when her eyes ran around the writings, she looked at Eric with a cute smile.
“Ahem, someone’s intelligent,”she ribbed.
“I remember vividly… my car rode into your bike and you teased me about being a dullard, you attacked Medulla too,”he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up. “Yeah, I called you dunce,”
“Take it back,”he glared.
“No,”she argued.
“You petty little thing”he knocked her forehead.
“Ouch, I take it back,”she frowned.
“Good, where’s your bike? You haven’t been using it”he said.
“Yeah, it’s faulty. I’d have fixed it a long time ago with the huge money I got from talent but I’m not really into it now. My talent shit is slacking, Ion know why,”replied truthfully.
Eric didn’t say anything. But he knows what to do.
“Hmm?”her eyes searched for his.
“Stop pickpocketing,”he said.
She frowned.
“It’s low of you. You’re Eric Grande’s Kissmate,”he said.
“Dude, that’s my talent…”
“And when you get caught and beaten?”he asked, rubbing her neck— The tattoo spot.
She took his hand away.
“I won’t get caught, trust me,”she said.
“And if I make you get caught. At a snap of my fingers, everyone will know your little pickpocketing secret,”he said.
“Erico,”she mouthed.
He ignored her and stretched his hand to his phone, she caught his hand but he easily pushed her away and took his phone.
“What should I do?”she snapped.
“Two things,”he looked at her.
“What?”she tried getting down from his laps but he held her arse from behind, keeping his phone.
“Wear tubes on bum shorts and stop pilfering for me,”he whispered.
“Those are hard,”she groaned.
“Should I…”
“Fine, after the project…I’ll wear them”she said in between her teeth.
He bit her neck, earning a low moan from her.
“For who?”he still kept that low voice.
“For you,”she held his head from behind.
“I didn’t hear you,”he said.
“For you Eric Motherfüç?ing Grande, My Weakie”she replied. He caught her lips, she responded.
Slow at first, both pouring out their hidden thoughts in the kiss, teasing and feeling the other.
They kissed as if memorizing each other. Mouth on mouth. Breath on breath.
His fingers traced her spine and she shivered…
Then fast.
Eric lifted her butt from his laps and she sat back, this time, not siding him but before him, legs spread on both sides.
His tongue dived into her mouth, choking her throat, tickling her inner mouth tip and choking her again.
She let out a shaky breath she’s been holding and she moved on his lap, lapping him once.
“Christ,”he groaned softly, grasping her arse. She hitched, pressing her chest forward.
Her little boobs slammed on his chest and she moaned again.
“Erico hawttie,”
•Night~Eric’s Home•
Eric entered to meet Jay and Derek playing videogames on their phones.
“Who gave you a phone?”Eric threw the question at Jay.
“Dude, you’re back,”Derek didn’t look up saying that.
Eric is just coming from his dad’s company.
“Thomas gave me a phone, I should be a human among humans you know,”Jay replied.
“You won’t get what you’re looking for, Jay. You’re a robot, not some damn human,”Eric replied, walking to the elevator. Then he changed his mind, walking to the replicator.
He took out Dom Pérignon, staring at it.
“I had the best day of my life today, but Mrs Grace Williams had to shut it down, damn,”Derek said.
“With the scholarship girl?”Eric swirled his champagne without any attempt to open it.
“Dude, Alex is a scholarship student t…” Derek would have completed ‘too’ but the Dom Pérignon bottle was already flying to him, he swerved immediately and the bottle landed on Jay’s head.
It broke. The drink spilled, wetting his hair and shirt.
“Owww,”he dryly said.
Pain? He doesn’t feel that.
Derek widened his eyes and looked at Eric. No remorse in his hunter eyes.
“Dude, you’re becoming a monster. You could have killed me!”Derek stood up.
“I know you DR, I know you’ll move away,”Eric said.
“And what if I don’t?!”Derek glared.
Eric shrugged nonchalantly and entered the elevator.
“Arsehole!”Derek rushed into the second elevator, going after him.
Jay placed a finger under his jaw and a drop of Pérignon touched that finger. He brought it to his tongue and smiled.
“Tastes magnificent,”he moaned, licking his lips.
“Senitel, can you open the replicator for me? I want Dom Pérignon,”he said.
“Never,”Senitel replied.
“Bad bad robot,”he scoffed.
“You wanted to tell Master Eric something?”Senitel asked.
“Look, he trusts me more than he trusts you. I already communicated everything I wanted to, he’s aware,”Jay said and touched his cheek…
Then licked that finger.
“Hmm,”he closed his eyes, nodding.
“Hmmhmm,”
•Alex’s Home•
Alex finished her research online and closed her laptop.
“Alexa, how’s the project work going?”Christy walked in.
“Cool. No op,”Alex said, eyes down.
“Having a problem with your half-sister?”Christy sat on her bed.
“Wow, you approved, she’s my half,”Alex turned to her, smiling.
“I guess,”Christy muttered and looked down at her nails, then she looked up at Alex.
“You’ve known your family. Mirabelle Stone, the arrogant member of Belles dance group, your stepsis and Omar Stones, your father who still doesn’t know you… Are you interested in really meeting them, like are you…”Christy sighed at this point.
“Bruh, I already told you I wanna meet with Dada, I wanna be a hot cake to Church bell, I told you these things,”Alex said.
“But what if he doesn’t wanna see us… see you?”Christy said.
“Then I kick his arse. Well, Momma, I believe he’ll wanna see you. He loved you, you told me,”Alex shrugged.
“Love? Thought you don’t believe in that shii?”Christy airquoted, mimicking her voice.
Alex didn’t reply to that, she turned to her laptop, opening it.
“Whoa, this laptop is from Grande Robotics… it’s not a normal expensive one, it’s formally built by GR, look at the insignia on it,”Christy gushed, rushing to the laptop. She picked it and gasped.
“It’s mine,”Alex snatched it from her.
“Don’t tell me…”Christy gasped.
“Yeah, yeah. Erico got it for me,”Alex said.
“Are you blushing? Are you in love? This boyfriend and girlfriend thingy, is it really true?”Christy screamed.
“Momma,”Alex stood up, she walked to the bed and picked up a pillow, covering her cheeks.
“I just wanted to show you what research I’ve been on, it’s about Dad… but it’s hard doing some findings about him and I…”she tried saying.
“Not about that, about ‘Erico’… The gifts he’s been sending are just so… gawd save my soul,”Christy hugged her.
She made a face.
•Wednesday~Stars High•
•Project~Day 3•
Partners are everywhere around the school building. In, out, every senior year, looking for what to carve.
Smart students entered the fine arts hall, the arts gallery, historical room or museum to look for a better idea.
Others just prepared their tools since they’re well prepared on what to carve.
Rhapsody stood, waiting for Dennis. She almost flared up when he ran to her with Winter and Noah.
“You’re late, partner, you’ll be fined,”she said.
The three exchanged glances and Dennis checked his wrist watch.
“I’m one minute late,”he said.
“Late is late bro,”Rhapsody yawned, fakely.
Winter’s eyes widened a bit. Why hadn’t she noticed it? Rhapsody has a ring on her tongue.
Or did she just Pierce it? Has it been there since she became a little close with her?
“Fine, my bad, what’s the fine?”Dennis asked.
“I’m not always serious bro, let’s go carve. Damn, my nails…”Rhapsody said as she walked away with Dennis.
“We goin? Or we standing here looking at Rhapsody’s shadow?”Noah asked.
“Huh?”Winter looked at him.
“Nothing,”he whistled, looking away.
“Noah, c’mon, tell me,”she marched on one spot.
He hasn’t replied when Isa and Ana walked past them. Isa’s operating her phone while Ana’s swinging her belt rope on her waist.
She saw them and waved.
“Weird,”Winter muttered.
“Me was Ana’s bondman,”Noah said, she looked at him.
“I served Belles countless times too and I must say, they’re heartless. Isa’s the worse, then Ana and lastly, Mira. So waving us means she’s up to no good,”Winter said.
“Nah, she ain’t that way no more,”Noah replied.
“How’d you know?”she sneered.
“Reading people, my thing,”he shrugged.
“So read me and tell me about me,”she urged.
“Bleh,”he scoffed and walked past her.
“Noah! Hey!”she ran after him.
Bumping into someone is literally her, so she bumped into a girl.
“My fault actually,”the girl smiled at her.
“Oh, thanks for observing that,”Winter smiled back at her.
It’s the first time a rich kid is smiling at her. Apart from Rhapsody.
“Babe? Who’s that? You’re talking with a scholarship?”another girl walked to them, standing beside the girl, holding a parfait glass with a straw.
She held her waist and pecked her on the lips before glaring at Winter.
“I brushed her,”the girl replied.
“My mistake too, I was running with speed,”Winter said.
“You should watch it!”the parfait girl said.
“It wasn’t her fault,”the second girl said and collected the parfait, sipping from it.
“I didn’t get that for you!”
“Oh, sawie, it’s mine now,”she said and ran away.
“Get back with ma thing!”the parfait girl followed her.
“Your thing is also mine!”
Winter looked back at them as they displayed a little lovey dovey and she smiled a little.
Then she imagined them as herself and someone else.
“Hey!”Noah came pulling her away.
•Museum•
“The boat, let’s carve a little ship,”Cathy said, touching a boat where rowers stood.
“Ship? You’re really a mermaid,”Derek stared at her in admiration.
“I just,”she said and gasped. “Derek, let’s bring back history. We’re gonna carve the RMS Titanic which was wrecked in 1914, remember the fictional story of Jack and Rose?”she said.
Derek only smiled.
“What?”she blinked.
“You’re pretty,”he said.
She quickly looked down, fidgeting.
“Tha.. thank you sir,”she stammered and he burst into laughter.
“Not funny,”she mouthed in embarrassment.
“Sir? Fine, you’re ma”he said. She looked up and smiled.
“Thank you for everything,”she said.
“I won’t take that,”he replied and her eyes glowed in pain.
“Why?”she muttered.
“Wink for me,”he moved closer to her.
“Sir?”she blinked.
“Wink for me, ma”he said. Her cheeks flushed and she closed her eyes, heaved a deep sigh and opened them.
Then she winked.
“Damn! Damn! Damn! I’m going crazy, Cathy”Derek groaned, ruffling his blonde hair.
She blushed the more.
“Again,”he leaned in, swiftly.
She winked again.
Derek felt the world stumble.
••A Hall••
Students are mostly here and Andrea chose here to Mira’s surprise. But she didn’t complain, she sat beside him, watching him with all interest.
His overall hand is folded so his manly hand is visible— his vein, his bicep, his fine fingers… everything.
The way he’s using the knife to carve out a horn. Just a horn.
Then to his serious, sweaty face. Damnnnn.
Mira’s hand slowly went to his face and she touched his cheek before she could stop herself.
He didn’t move, he continued like he didn’t feel anything.
Her hand went down to his hand, and then to his fingers.
But that was it, the knife gave her finger a slight cut.
“Owww,”she gasped, blood prickling out of the finger.
“Mimi,”he slapped his forehead and dropped the knife, grabbing her hand.
“Oww, please don’t hurt me. Don’t touch it, please,”she said. He looked at her pitiful face and something soft glowed in his eyes.
But he looked away quickly and checked the finger.
“Look at you. Instead of watching me, you were observing my face. Not your fault tho, I’m handsome,”he said, applying an iodine on that finger.
Luckily, there’s a first aid kit for every partner because surely, there’ll be a little cut somewhere… like Mira’s case.
Immediately the liquid touched Mira’s finger, she screamed.
Andrea scoffed and blew air from his mouth to that spot, rubbing it slowly. Then he used a plaster.
“Harsh, wicked dude,”she scoffed.
“No sign of gratitude?”he asked.
“It’s your duty. Your knife attacked me anyway,”she looked away.
Andrea squinted and shook his head, smiling.
•Eric’s Haven•
Like yesterday, they’ll be using the haven today.
No intruder. No cark. Just ‘em Kissmates.
So there’s no problem if they decide to kiss, be kinky or go wild.
Eric is in the middle of his drumsets, blasting the haven with his drum sounds.
He was still on that when Alex entered.
She’s already dressed in her overall.
“Hey, Weakie,”she smiled and poured the tools in her hand on the floor.
Eric stood up, revealing his wear.
Blue shirt on large pants and black boots.
Hair colored black.
Rings and earrings on? As usual.
He walked to Alex and pulled her up. She turned to him in surprise.
She opened her mouth to talk but he already slammed his lips on hers.
She was taken aback. No words from him, just seeing her now and the first thing he did was to… kiss her?
Even Kissmates rest, so what?
“Just kiss me back, you’ll know why soon,”he said. Without arguing, she kissed him back, shutting her eyes.
The kiss only lasted for a few minutes when Eric pulled out a white, expensive wet handkerchief from his pocket.
Alex didn’t know.
He held her neck in a chokehold, deepening the kiss as he slowly rubbed the wet handkerchief on her neck— the tattoo spot.
Then Alex felt it. She felt the sudden cool touch and she snapped her eyes open.
“Erico,”she gasped and broke the kiss.
“Shh, stay still,”he replied.
“What are… what do you wanna do?”she tried moving from him but he held her waist from behind firmly.
“You can’t keep hiding it from me, Tomboy,”he said.
“What?”her heart leaped. Wait, it shouldn’t be what she’s thinking.
The ‘You’ll know why soon’, is this it?
“I wanna see your tattoo again, I wanna touch it”he said, her eyes drowsed.
“I wanna kiss your tattoo, Sharmer King,”he added.
Alex gulped.
TBC…
