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I am too annoyed at Piya to open her DM. The start is visible, right next to her perfectly lit and posed for profile pic. "Don't be mad at me :( but..." I would have to open the message to read the rest of it.

My head pounding, I just whip my phone to the other corner of my bed grumbling, "fuck this," and stagger to my bathroom to shower.

Once in there it takes me a little while to relax, stripped naked with an obscenely hard cock, no doubt Piya's doing, I stick my head under the running water waiting for it to get hot. All I can think about is the feeling of her wet pussy on my fingers, her ass grinding into my crotch, that kiss! My god despite all this bullshit I fucking want her. She knows it, that’s the problem.

Feeling the water crashing down over my torso, streaming down over my abs and hips as I place my hands on the cold tile of the shower and crane my neck a little hoping the hot water and the pressure will help loosen me up and relieve my headache. It doesn't, but the shower feels perfect, exactly what I need on a morning like this. Especially after a night like last night.

Did Piya really just use me as some sort of pawn in her bullshit relationship, I wonder as I spit a stream of water that has flown into my mouth. There had to be something real there, there is no faking that kind of arousal, we both felt it, I think as I am soaping up my arms and shoulders.

About a dozen other thoughts run through my head through the course of the shower and the only reason they stop is because I run out of hot water. The only thought that comes to me with 100% certainty is how badly I want Piya, how much I want to fuck her. As I step out of the shower and look at my completely steamed up mirror I grab a towel and dry myself off, walking out of the bathroom and go and make myself some breakfast.

I'm pretty sure Piya isn't used to not getting responses for so long. I can hear my phone buzzing, muffled by my mattress but still going off at a much more active rate than I'm used to, or care for. I try my best to ignore it, but curiosity gets the best of me.

Looking at my phone I see a handful of notifications, all but one of them are from Piya. The other one is from Piya's friend, who I find out is called Yui, she was the one who showed me the photo last night. "Hey! it was good to see you last night!" followed by a couple winky faces and then, "crazy huh?"

I respond back with a quick, "good to see you too! you're looking amazing lately." Innocent and well meaning, from her posts I can see Yui has been very public with trying to get in better shape, posting a lot of pictures of her training, flexing sweaty in a mirror with cute little ponytails and kissy faces.

What I didn't know was she was at brunch with Piya. I quickly found out when Piya fired off a couple more messages my way. It was only when I looked at Yui feed did I see a picture of the group of them sitting out, all made up and looking way fresher than I felt that I figured out what Piya was doing. My nerves still too raw, my hangover still too pronounce to respond to her I sent my phone down and started my day in earnest.

A short while later, sooner than I care to admit I am drawn back to my phone, looking again on Instagram, maybe hoping for that photo to magically be back so I can see how close I was to finally fucking Piya, maybe because I'm loving this cat and mouse stuff just like Piya is. The photo is still not there, but there is a picture of Piya, wearing nothing but a towel taking a selfie in the bathroom mirror. The towel isn't wrapped around her, she is strategically holding it up, blocking the exposure of her breasts and pussy as it hangs down in front of her. The caption reads, ‘wish you were here.’

She tagged me in it.