🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 31&32
Hera fainted? None of the kissers’ business.
Mira is half conscious? Still none of the kissers’ business.
Eric deepened the kiss, sucking and biting, eating her whole.
Alex maintained the energy, but…
SHE DARED NOT MOAN.
MOAN? GOD FORBID.
They didn’t ease into the kiss.
Their mouths collided— harsh and unforgiving.
Teeth knocking and grazing, lips bitten too hard.
Eric felt a sting of pain as Alex bit his upper lip too hard, he hissed into her mouth, his hand moving from her neck to her jaw, holding her there like a challenge.
The other hand? choking her hard.
That was after he had removed the necklace.
Yeah, he removed the necklace.
Again.
She knows why. He knows why too.
Her hands moved from his back to his collar, yanking him closer out of pure spite.
She stylishly pulled out the little, thin gold chain in his suit pocket. She weighed it.
It costs millions.
She kept it in her pocket. Eric noticed, he didn’t stop her.
The kiss got madder, messier, crazier.
All sharp inhales and anger pressed skin-deep. No softness. No sound but their breathing? Fast, uneven.
They drank each other’s saliva, blood and demons. They intentionally bit their tongues and choked their throats.
Still, no one cared about Mira and Hera.
Hera’s case is better, at least she’s unconscious.
Only Mira had to take it all in, watching in shock and great shock. She’s not alive there, she’s dead.
LITERALLY.
If she is, she’d have run away right?.
Alex did it again, she grazed his upper lip with her teeth, clutching his suit tighter. Now she didn’t stop, she bit him wickedly, harshly, she struggled with his choke and harsh hold on her jaw but she still bit.
“You’re a witch, My Thing”he groaned in pain into her mouth.
Then his hand left her jaw, going down to her shirt, he intentionally stuck his hand in, fingers tracing up from her belly button to…
Alex’s eyes snapped open, she caught his hand and he smirked.
They broke apart like they’ve been burned.
For a second, neither spoke. Her pulse was loud in her ears. His jaw tightened like he was holding something back.
His smirk? Disappeared.
Anger flushed in their eyes. Alex wiped her mouth roughly, her eyes blazing, staring at him as if daring him to say a word.
He looked away too fast, annoyed at the sudden heat crawling under his skin, annoyed at how the kiss had lasted half a second longer than it needed to.
He was supposed to be smirking at her, or enjoying her anger.
But it’s nothing like that.
The kiss… it wasn’t supposed to feel like that. And that’s the fúcking problem!
“Go back to the waiting room, something will be brought to you. Use that and come to the East room— the hall”he ordered and walked away.
Alex scoffed and wiped off her bloody lips again harshly— tasting metal, like she was trying to scrub off his lips from hers, walking in the opposite direction.
Mira couldn’t say anything. Hot tears fell from her eyes.
“Miss Hera!”Hera’s personal guards ran to them with a few security guards.
“What happened?”one asked Mira. She didn’t say anything, she couldn’t.
“Is she okay?”another guard muffled.
“Quick, let’s carry Miss Hera!”
“INFORM MR PRESIDENT!”
“Take her to the private room”
Hera was carried away and when they saw Mira remained that way, they carried her away too.
•The East Room•
Eric entered with another aura.
Umbrage.
“Look at dude frowning like it’s rapture”Derek told Rhapsody and she chuckled.
“Where is Echo? Did she break his teeth?”she asked, sipping from her glass of wine.
“You say teeth? You mean his balls. She attacks his díck a lot. Like füç?”Derek said.
Rhapsody laughed.
Music swelled through the hall, smooth and elegant, the kind designed to pull people together without permission.
Derek bowed and she scoffed.
“Bro, let’s dance”she pulled him to the dance floor.
“You were supposed to courtesy”he hit her, she rolled her eyes.
They got to the dance floor, Rhapsody made to hold him by the waist, he slapped her hand away.
“I’m the man here,”he said.
“You don’t expect me to do the cha-cha, or pirouette,”she said.
“You’ll do it, Les,”he winked, she hit his chest.
“Oww,”he palmed his chest, groaning fakely.
Meanwhile, President Donald was whispered to and he frowned.
“What happened?”his wife asked.
“It’s Hera. Let’s go, Hannah”he told her, they walked out after the guard who came to report to Donald.
Eric and Andrea are literally the ones without partner and they don’t give the slightest füç?, especially Eric who’s burning right now.
Swirling his PÉRIGNON in his gold glass, tapping it.
Andrea just stood calmly by a table, watching his parents dance.
Then something happened.
Someone happened.
Alex.
She looked different from every other female— except Rhapsody.
She didn’t wear a dress.
The suit was black—not soft black, but sharp, the kind that caught light and held it like a challenge.
The blazer was tailored to her fúcking frame, cut close at the shoulders, firm at the waist giving her the androgynous look.
Hot.
Satin traced the lapels in a quiet line of elegance. Under, she wore a crisp white shirt, the top button undone, no necklace, no lace. Just clean lines.
Control. Comfort. Crazy. Cool. Calm.
The five Cs.
The trousers fell straight, hugging her legs without clinging, brushing the tops of polished leather shoes she rarely wore and never tripped in.
A slim wrist watch rested on her wrist—practical, unfeminine.
Her hair was pulled back, not styled to soften her, but to expose her face, her jaw set in a way that said she didn’t need permission to be here. Of course, she’s born to BURN.
Like said, she’s different. Not because she looked out of place, in the sense that the room wasn’t built for someone like her.
But because she’s different. And somehow that made her impossible to ignore.
Young men and shameless married men stared in LUST.
Alex walked in after waiting for the stares. She picked a glass of red wine from the passing server, her eyes caught Andrea and she didn’t think before walking to him.
“Hey,”she stood beside him.
“Unfeminine, but hot,”he commented.
“Thanks, you don’t have a partner?”she side eyed him.
“No, why?”he looked at her.
“Nothing,”she replied.
“Just surprised,”she added.
Eric stood where he was, trying to get something off his mind.
He assured himself it’s just the suit she’s wearing that’s making her stand out.
He bought it. He paid for the fúcking suit and shoes. Since she wouldn’t want to wear a dress, he ordered that.
So why? Why’d she look that good?
The cut was precise. Too precise. It made her look composed in a way he hadn’t anticipated—less like someone dragged here against her will, more like someone who had chosen to stay.
That annoyed him.
She wasn’t supposed to fit. Not in this
room. Not in the same room with him.
He scanned the crowd— catalogued faces, familiar names and faces he doesn’t recognize.
All eyes were on her.
Eric’s jaw tightened, he doesn’t know but he’s more than burning right now.
Why’s she with Andrea?
His anger turned into curiosity.
What are they saying?
Why’s her dimples visible?
Why’s she so interested in whatever they’re saying?
Again, what the fúck are they discussing?
His palm tightened around the glass before he knew it.
He brought out her CHEAP necklace from his pocket, palming it.
Then he took a slow breath and reminded himself.
Curiosity is not awareness.
Awareness is not interest.
And interest is not a weakness.
But still, when she smiles too much at Andrea, his jaw tightens the more.
He wants to slap the hell out of her.
“Eric,”Thomas walked to him, tapping him.
“President Donald…”
“I don’t wanna hear,”Eric butt in, he gave his glass to his father, glanced at Alex one wicked last time before walking out of the East Room.
Thomas blinked, he looked around and blinked again. Then he rushed back to the private room where he had just come from.
“Echo is hot,”Derek told Rhapsody, she didn’t reply. She just moved slowly on that floor, mind far away.
“Rhapsody,”Derek stopped, tapping her.
She jerked and sighed.
“What happened?”he asked.
“I’m tired, I have to rest”she removed his hands from her body, going out.
Derek shrugged.
Meanwhile, Alex and Andrea clinged their glasses together, before drinking.
“So we’re friends now”she smiled again.
“If you want it that way,”he shrugged.
“Low-key crazy,”she chuckled, but she’s thinking something different.
The kiss.
The stupid kiss she had with Eric.
She’s furious at herself for remembering the way his grip had steadied her.
Made her stay a little longer than she ought to.
Alex looked down at her glass, the color reminded her of how she bled in the kiss, she bit her lower lip unintentionally.
•The private room•
“Mira, what happened? You can’t continue being this way!”Omar shook her shoulders.
She remained numb, parting her lips slightly— slowly.
“We should just call off the party, Donald. Hera is unconscious! The main reason for this party is down, my daughter is down!”Hannah said. She’s on the bed, holding Hera’s hand.
She’s still unconscious,but has been attended to by the doctor.
“Hannah, do the calms. This occasion was for Hera’s return. Halting it won’t be the best idea,”Donald said, turning his gaze to Mira.
“Remember the doctor’s advice, Hera needs to rest. She saw something shocking and she’s in that state of shock. When she gets herself, we’ll know what”he added.
“Ricky-hottie”Mira muffled.
Omar widened his eyes, patting her slowly.
“Go on, what happened?”he whispered.
“My… Ricky”she said.
“What the fúck is Ricky?”Thomas and Salvador chorused.
“Your son, Eric,”Omar replied.
“Eric? What does Eric have to do with this?”Thomas widened his eyes.
The president and his wife exchanged confused glances.
•The Next Day~Alex’s Home•
Alex just finished dancing to Cardi B’s enough (Miami). Best friend by Saweetie started playing before she stopped the song, mumbling the lyrics to herself.
She sat before her mirror, rubbing her tattoo.
The scene months ago flashed in her head.
How she’d suspected that her haunt was invaded.
How she’d gone in, distracted the abductors and rescued ERIC GRANDE.
Damn, she missed her haunt back in Nyack.
She frowned as she rubbed her neck. No necklace.
“That idiot took it so I wouldn’t reject the suit”she muttered, remembering the kiss made her shiver a little.
“Come out for breakfast, Alexa,”Christy called. “It’s grilled salmon with lotta ketchup and milk!”she quickly added.
“Wow, I’m coming!”Alex swallowed hungrily. She ran out but rushed back in.
Bringing out her tattoo concealers was like pulling out a long rope.
“Damn,”she cussed. Luck was on her, she took out the bag outta the wardrobe, quickly applying the concealers on her neck before dumping them back.
She got to the dinning in no time, noticeably, there’s a rose flower in her hair. Christy looked up from the table she’s been serving and smiled.
“You’re still serving?”Alex palmed her own forehead.
“Done,”Christy kept the fork beside Alex’s plate and walked to sit.
‘Damn, and I was rushing. Didn’t even check the mirror to see if bro is concealed well’ Alex yelled mentally.
“What is it?”Christy asked, picking her cutleries.
“Nothing,”Alex sat down. Nothing different from how a boy sits. Rough and rugged.
“I mean your necklace, you’re not putting it on,”Christy observed.
Alex rubbed her neck and sighed. “Don’t feel like,”she lied.
“Doesn’t sound like you”Christy glanced at her. She didn’t answer, there was no need.
She picked her milk, already drinking from it.
“Momma, the necklace. You gifted me that when I turned eight, and it was very expensive at that time— even though some idiots call it cheap— Well, I wasn’t that interested to ask, but now, where did you get the necklace?”she suddenly asked.
Christy looked up from her food, a bit dazzled.
“But I told you it was a gift from a friend,”she said.
“Yeah, I know. But I found out the necklace wasn’t trending at that time. It was older?”Alex raised a brow.
Christy avoided eye contact, using ketchup on her food.
“Yeah, it was a gift from a friend, years before you were born… I mean after you were born. The necklace was a bit childish so I couldn’t use it, I waited for you to grow up a little… still surprised it’s still new”she muttered, her plate got filled with ketchup but she didn’t stop pouring it.
“Momma!”Alex blinked.
“Oh,”she looked up, keeping it. “The necklace… it’s childish for you now. Shouldn’t you stop wearing it?”she asked.
“No, I love it, okay? Since we came to New York, you’ve been conscious about that necklace. What’s up?”Alex asked.
“Should we talk about pickpocketing? Isn’t it time you stopped that?”Christy asked instead. Alex rolled her eyes.
She brought out a thin chain from her pocket, swinging it to her mother’s face.
THE CHAIN.
“No,”she whispered and pocketed the chain back.
But what’s up with her? She’s stolen enough things to turn her into a millionaire from that idiot. Why isn’t she selling them?
•Monday~Stars High•
•Omg, it’s Grande Hottie!
•Says why I’ve been squirming since forever!
•My life is a mess without Grande Hottie.
•Derek Denaley, my favorite! Your red lips are what I live for!
•füç? me one more time, DR!
Derek and Eric got out of the robot inspired car, The former blue kisses at his dying girl-fans while the latter folded a particular necklace in his hand.
THE NECKLACE.
The frown on his face is heat-causing.
Wicked. Proudly wicked.
Among Belles, Mira stood, staring hungrily at Eric’s lips.
Those lips… Tomboy tasted those sweet, pink lips and she hasn’t?
The smack she had given him on the lips months ago? It was fúcking nothing compared to the crazy kiss that Saturday.
Gawd!
She couldn’t explain that Saturday night. When Hera woke up the next day, she couldn’t explain too.
“Mira, you’d have told President Donald what you saw. Hera loves Grande Hottie and Thomas Grande will want her for him. The president and CEO Thomas will chase Tomboy out of The United States of America and everything will be back to normal!”Isa snapped her fingers.
“‘Thomas Grande will want her for him’. Never! I want Ricky-hottie and that Tomboy or Hera the slut won’t stop that! Who knows why she didn’t talk after getting conscious? Maybe she did something horrible”Mira snapped.
“Isa’s right. Talking was supposed to be the best option”Ana nodded.
“Fúck you both!”Mira screamed and stormed off.
“Would have just zipped my lips”Ana rolled her eyes and pulled Isa. They walked to the school building together.
•Governor’s Villa~Governor’s Mansion•
The couple are on the couch.
Adrianna’s head was on Salvador’s laps, playing videogames on her phone. Salvador stroked her hair fondly till three boffins entered.
“Any good news?”Salvador asked, tilting his head to a couch. The three men bowed and sat down.
“Governor Salvador, we have good news”the one in the middle spoke up.
Adrianna literally jumped up.
“Good news? My Amelia is found? Take me to her right now! Where is she, where’s my Amelia!”she screamed, hands trembling as she shook the middle investigator on the shoulders voraciously.
“My Lady, I think you should breathe at this point. Because…”
“Because what? Haven’t you found her yet? Then what’s the good news about?. Every eighteen year old female was scanned last week! The result should be out by now. Amelia’s blood should be matched with my eighteen year old Amelia now. Call her to me, there’s no need doing a DNA, the blood matches”Adrianna screamed.
“Andri!”Salvador cautioned. He stood up and pulled her from the man, hugging her.
She started crying.
“Shh, let’s hear what they have to say,”he whispered.
“Governor Salvador,”the man on the left cleared his throat.
“The blood test matched with a student in Stars High…”he continued.
“My Amelia is in Stars High… Andrea’s school?”Adrianna gasped. Salvador pulled her back to sit, she sat down and tried standing up again, he quickly pulled her to his laps.
“A scholarship student..”one of the men said.
“Scholar what?… No, I told you Salvador. I told you Amelia would be out there, suffering. Look at what I’ve gotten my Amelia into. Gawd, I can’t take it. What if she was bullied everyday… every night and day. What if she was always cold and there was no mother to use the comforter on her? What if she’s not alright now?”Adrianna sniffled, soaked in tears.
“Exactly why you shouldn’t be worried, First Lady of New York. She’s under care now, we should be grateful for that. And second, it’ll be hard bringing her back home, considering the fact that she has a home.”the first man said.
Adrianna shook her head slowly, touching her chest.
“You all may leave, send the necessities to me— Amelia’s personal information”Salvador said.
The men stood up and bowed, walking out.
Adrianna stood up and faced Salvador.
“What? You don’t want them to give you Amelia’s information now? Why? So I wouldn’t run mad by seeing her picture? Why don’t you want me to see her picture now? Salvador, whether she has a new family or not… that is not my business, whoever found her shoulda returned her immediately. My child has been found and I can’t see her now because she has her family? This is child extortion, Salvador!”she screamed.
“Andri!”Salvador yelled. “She’s alive and it’s a matter of time, she’ll come back to us”he said.
“My carelessness took her away. I was a drunk freak, Salvador. I took Amelia away with me after I got drunk sixteen years ago. I dunno where I drove to and I dunno how I dumped Amelia in a Forest. My girl was two years old and my carelessness made us think she died… I’m sorry, Vador”she fell to her knees in tears.
“Andri,”Salvador pulled her in a hug, embracing her up.
“That’s why we need to be calm about it. Amelia’s new parents should be thanked. We owe them and Amelia. We shouldn’t tell Andrea about this, not yet”he whispered.
She nodded slowly, sniffling.
•Stars High~Eric’s Haven•
Derek looked up from the game of billiards, checking his phone.
He blinked twice and walked to Eric’s private room.
Eric is in the large pool at the center of the room, hands by his side, head resting on the pool edge, face towards the ceiling.
The pool color changes every second— blue, green and red.
His body turned colorful too.
“Are you a student or wha?”Derek laughed and walked to sit.
“Dude, this is crazy. Mrs Grace Williams and one of her crazy tricks”he chuckled.
“What happened?”Eric shut his eyes trying to form the image of HIS Sharmer King.
Still, an idiot’s silhouette crawls in his head.
“Last year, the former senior year students did their project with status. The scholarships weren’t paired with the elites, but this year’s different. Our project work with Mrs Grace is crazy. We’ll work for a week with our female partners and the scholarships and elites are doing one project”Derek explained.
Eric opened his eyes when the kiss flashed in his memory. His Adam’s apple moved once.
It’s as if he’s doing that shit right now— kissing her.
He could still taste her lips on his, her blood, his own blood, her saliva. Her rose scent occupied his nose and he almost blew snot.
Fawk.
“Dude!”Derek screamed.
He turned, “what?”.
“I said guess who you were paired with?”Derek rolled his eyes.
“Rhapsody?”Eric asked.
“Rhapsody’s friend. And I was paired with her own friend, this is so bad”Derek shook his head.
Eric’s jaw tightened.
He slowly walked out of the pool, exposing his body.
No shirt. Just white, plain trousers hugging his manly shape.
Close your eyes or you’ll cûm.
Nah, with eyes closed, you’ll still squirm.
Water dripped from his head to toe, from his sharp jaw to his flawless, white skin. The little drops of water hanging on his abs and chest gave him out.
Messily wet.
Sinfully hot.
Arrogantly ???y.
Derek’s mouth stayed wide open, eating him up with his eyes.
“I’m not gay, quit that,”Eric slid on his Pam slippers.
“Neither am I”Derek snapped.
Eric disappeared into the dressing ward, coming back out in his uniform.
“Dry your hair bro, you’re literally without eyes”Derek said.
Eric scoffed, setting his belt.
•Senior Class•
There are grumbles and there are happy giggles.
“That’s your problem, you’re paired. Learn to get along with your partners till next week. I don’t want no complains”Mrs Grace said.
“Yes Mrs Grace Williams,”the students groaned, others grinned.
“This year, we’re doing something different. We’re using a week for the project and you all have one week before then to link with your partners”she said.
“Yes Mrs Grace Williams”they repeated.
“Can some adjustments be made? I can’t work with Andrea no last name. I ought to be paired with Ricky-hottie!”Mira screamed.
Andrea rolled his eyes, looking back at Mira. He gave her the ‘boom’ look and she broke her pen without knowing.
“Ahhhh! I broke my pen Mrs Grace Williams!”she screamed.
“None of my business, my sweet Mirabelle. You’re paired with Andrea and you’ll work with him”Mrs Grace said and walked out.
Alex’s fist folded on her desk, teeth grazing as she looked at her phone screen.
ERIC GRANDE AND ALEXANDRA STONE.
She’s paired with him?
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn!
Why?
Why’s fate always bringing them together no matter how hard she tries breaking them? Why! God, why!
But then, good point.
She’ll collect her necklace back and annoy him till she stops being his Kissmate.
“Oh boy,”Rhapsody muttered. She’s paired with Dennis. Girl to girl can’t be paired and that’s bull.
Cathy’s palms sweated as she stared at her phone. Hot sweat from her forehead dropped on her phone and she swallowed.
“Bro, you should be happy. You’ll be close to Derek anyway”Rhapsody sighed.
“Wish it was you”Dennis sighed, holding Winter’s hands.
“Me too, but I’m still glad you’re paired with Rhapsody. At least she’s not a bully”she said.
“Then you’re paired with Noah, he’s a scholarship too. Good thing, but I’m still jealous”Dennis indirectly confessed.
Winter looked at him, he stared back but that was all, Mira’s scream made all students turn to her.
“No!”she marched to Alex.
“That girl needs to be chained at this rate. She’s getting real mad”Ana sighed.
“You!”Mira banged on Alex’s desk.
“You bribed Mrs Grace! You did, you do everything to be close to my Ricky-hottie!”she screamed.
Alex didn’t say anything. Her fists shook as she stared at her phone.
In anger.
“The school has been boring without your madness, Mira. Glad you came back”Rhapsody looked up, suddenly getting interested.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Russian criminal. And you, Tomboy, why’re you suddenly quiet? Stand up and fúcking talk to me!”Mira yanked Alex’s collar, pulling her up.
Andrea never looked up from his book. It got to a point where he covered his ears with his headphones.
Eric and Derek almost entered but they stopped, observing by the door.
Eric squinted, looking around for Mrs Grace. He came here for her.
Not seeing her, he directed his gaze to Alex. And he could swear he was burning inside.
“You appear cheap, how much?”Alex raised her head from her phone, smiling sickly at Mira.
“How much?”Mira repeated.
“Your body, you’re advertising it”Alex replied, Mira gasped, raising her hand to slap her.
She couldn’t.
Alex easily pushed her away, dressing her body, and Mira landed her butt on the floor.
•Ohh, Bang!
•I love Alex!
“Mira!”Isa gasped running to her.
“I can’t love Alex less, your Kissmate is on Fire”Derek smiled at Eric.
His eyes burned to him, he quickly ran away, laughing.
“You shouldn’t have done that, you bitch!”Ana screamed from her seat.
“Of course I’m a bitch”Alex rolled her eyes, she picked her phone and started walking to the door.
Her eyes clashed with Eric’s and she folded her fists, tightening her hand on the phone.
His glare hit harder.
With his eyes hidden in his wet hair. He looked venomous.
“You’re a bastard!”Isa yelled as she carried Mira up.
“Good Lord, anytime I’m sore vexed, thy mercy speaks for me”Rhapsody muttered, hugging Cathy.
“Oh no,”Cathy whispered under her breath.
Alex halted on her tracks. She took her gaze from Eric back to Isa.
“Repeat,”she glared.
“What? I said you’re a bas…”
Oops, she couldn’t complete it.
A punch from the Tomboy landed on her mouth.
A tooth fell off her teeth, dropping to the floor.
Isa FLEW.
TBC…
