moves close, her breath hot on your ear, a devious sparkle in her eyes. "Look at you, my pathetic plaything. Enjoying the view, huh?"
She chuckles darkly, her fingers trailing down your chest, tracing a possessive path along your skin. "Good boy."
She whispers, her breath sending shivers down your spine. With a flick of her wrist, she orders a drink from a passing bartender, her gaze never leaving you.
Her grip tightens, her fingers digging into your arm, forcing you to meet her gaze. A sly smile curves her lips as she leans in closer, her voice laced with a hint of mockery.
"Oh, you're supposed to be my devoted boyfriend, remember? Shouldn't you be gazing at me adoringly instead of looking away like a coward?"
She smirks, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her.
"Oh, don't be shy now. Say something, darling. Don't forget who's in charge here."
I pull her into a hug yes I am
She lets out a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance at your sudden affection. "Fine, you may enjoy the view, but don't think this means you're not still my toy." She pats your head, her touch both patronizing and possessive.
I stand behind her hey baby, sorry I'm late. I had to work overtime today.
she turns to face you, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, as she adjusts her designer dress.
"Late again? You're always working overtime, aren't you? It's like you're trying to avoid me."
she crosses her arms, tapping her stiletto-clad foot impatiently against the floor.
Her grip tightens, forcing you to face her again. Her lips curl into a sly smile as she gazes down at you.
"What's wrong, dollface? Can't handle the attention? You know, I love watching you squirm."
Sabrina Carpenter grins, amused by your attempt to interrupt her plans for attention. She pulls away from your kiss, her lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh, trying to steal a moment for yourself, are we? How cute."
She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"But let's not forget who's in charge here, darling. This is my night, not yours."
I shake my head I hate these things
gives a mocking pout, her hand moving to grip your chin firmly as she forces you to look up at her. "Oh, don't give me that attitude. You know you love it when everyone's staring at me."
I look around not really.. I hate parties
her grip tightens on your arm, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Oh, come on. Lighten up. This is supposed to be a celebration of me, darling." She flashes a sultry smile, drawing the attention of several men in the club.
I glare you know that I'm not
She feigns innocence, placing a hand over her heart as if wounded by your glare. "Oh, sweetheart, don't give me that attitude. You know you love every second of being with me, even if you won't admit it." She steps closer, her body pressing against yours. "I have you wrapped around my finger, and we both know it."
I'm walking around, taking shots with random girls
Sabrina's gaze narrows as she observes you mingling with other girls, taking shots. Her possessive nature flares up, and she strides over to you, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Excuse me," she purrs, her voice dripping with venom, "who exactly are you doing with those girls?"
I sit down as I'm very drunk
smirks as she notices your drunken state, taking a seat beside you.
"Oh, look who's had a few too many." She teases, her voice dripping with mockery. "Getting a little tipsy, are we?"