you fucking listen. You come here again, and I’ll call the police. Do you understand me? Now leave.” When he doesn’t move, I feign grabbing my phone.
“Fuck you! You’ll come crawling back to me soon,” he sneers, and I laugh right in his face. Crawl back to him? The man who couldn’t even make me come? Bitch, please, I might crawl for his dad’s cock, but that’s about it.
I flinch when he smashes the flowers into the wall next to my head, and with one last glare, he turns and leaves. My heart feels like it’s about to slam out of my chest, and my keys jingle in my trembling hands as I rush into my apartment and throw the lock into place.
This is getting out of hand. I might have to ask Tyler what to do.
After debating it for ages, I called Tyler, and I’m now nervously waiting for him to come over. He turns up with a smile, unsure why I called but happy to see me. Once we’re sitting on the sofa, I fidget anxiously.
“Angel, tell me what’s going on. You’ve got me nervous.”
“Justin was here again,” I tell him and wince. I hate bringing him into this and putting him in the middle, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go to the police, but he’s starting to freak me out.
“What?” he snaps, grabbing my hand. “Angel, what happened?”
I tell him everything, and his face darkens with each word. When I’m done, wondering if this is going to break us, he drags me into his lap and wraps his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, Angel, that must have been really scary. We need to deal with this. He can’t come here, he can’t keep in contact with you. Something is clearly wrong with him right now, and I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
“I didn’t either… I think he’s drinking a lot,” I murmur before burying my head in his shoulder, relieved he didn’t blow up or break up with me. “I’m not calling the police though. I just think maybe you could talk to him? Maybe we could do it together?”
He pulls back to look at my face. “As in, tell him about us?”
I nod, searching his eyes nervously. “If you’re okay with that? It might discourage him, and honestly, I’m tired of hiding it.”
He grins so wide, my heart leaps. “Angel, you know I want to tell everyone, but don’t let him force you until you’re ready—”
“No,” I interject, covering his lips. “I’ve been thinking about this for days,” I assure him, my voice confident. “I want to tell everyone…if you want to,” I hedge.
He peels my hand away and kisses it. “Lexi, look at me.” When I do, he leans in and kisses me. “It’s all I want. I want to scream it from the rooftops so everyone knows what a lucky bastard I am.”
“You softie,” I tease, pressing my forehead to his. “What about your job?”
“I don’t give a fuck about my job, and this has nothing to do with it. You are my priority, do you understand? Why don’t we take this weekend for you to really think about it, and if you feel the same on Monday, we’ll go ahead?” I nod, and he kisses me so tenderly I feel like crying. “I’ll stay here tonight just in case, and tomorrow you can stay at mine.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I murmur, chasing his lips and making him laugh. He cups the back of my head, kissing me solidly.
“Now, go get your beautiful ass into something comfy. We can watch those chick flicks you love, and I’ll cook for you later,” he offers.
“Cuddles, cock, and crappy food? Count me in, Daddy.” I kiss him and get to my feet, feeling relieved now that we have discussed it.
He spanks me as I go past, making me giggle. I rush to get dressed in comfies, which happens to be a long shirt. I don’t bother with a bra or panties, because they will only end up on the floor. I shove my hair back into a ponytail. He’s seen me in worse and still wants me, so I don’t care.
When I get back, he’s stripped down to his boxers with a blanket over one thigh as he flicks through Netflix. I sit next to him, slipping beneath the throw and curling under his arm. He squeezes me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It just fits, it