breath, I hear a loud pop, and then the bed collapses to the floor. I scream again as Sean’s arms protectively wrap around me as we fall to the floor.
I look up at Sean, and we both laugh at the bed that is now in a collapsed mess on the floor.
“Milo!” I say, looking around for my cat, hoping to God that he wasn’t under the bed in his usual hiding place.
Sean rolls off me and begins cleaning himself up while I pull my pants up. I run, searching around the room for my cat. I open the closet door and find him trapped inside, lying in the corner of the closet. I smile as I pick him up and cuddle him in my arms. He meows and nuzzles his head up against my face, happy to see me.
I look back at Sean as he pulls his pants back up. I just had him, but I want him again. Now. I take a deep breath, hoping that feeling will pass, but it only intensifies as I look at him. My headache is gone, and I feel alive for the first time since he last fucked me. He’s turned me into a sex-craving lunatic.
But it’s not just the sex that I want. I want him. I want the guy who, even while he was trying to keep his distance, still took care of me. If he can do that while pretending not to care, I want to know what it’s like for him to truly care about somebody.
Damn it, what has he done to me?
13
Sean
What the fuck have I done?
I keep can’t keep having sex with Olive. I’ll ruin her. Because I can never love her. Not when my heart is already taken. And she needs someone to love her.
But I can’t seem to stay away from her. The first time was for fun and was harmless, but this time was a relapse, one that I can never repeat again, no matter the fact that I so desperately want to.
“Do you have everything?” I ask Olive, who is firmly clutching her cat with a large smile on her face.
“Just one second,” she says as she searches through the closet and finds a couple of items of clothing. She finds a small bag in the closet and puts all the items into it. Then, she picks up her coat, putting it on as she stares at the broken bed. “I feel kind of bad about the bed,” she says, looking at it and then back at me.
I pick up my jacket and put it on. Then, I dig into my wallet. I pull out several hundreds and throw them onto the bed. “There. Now, he can buy a new one,” I say.
She stares at the hundred-dollar bills, and I know she wants to ask about my job again, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just puts the bag with her things over her shoulder and then picks up her cat again. She deliberately walks toward the door and opens it. Owen stands in the doorway, glaring at her.
I know that she didn’t hear Owen screaming and pounding on the door when I was fucking her. She was too much in her own world, oblivious to anything else other than me. And that’s how I wanted it.
Owen pushes past Olive and into the bedroom. His eyes grow wide as he sees the state of his bed. “What the fuck did you do to my bed?” Owen shouts at Olive.
“We fucked. He made me come and scream like you never could.” Olive cocks her head to one side with a sly smile on her face. “But then I’m sure you heard that part.”
Owen takes a step toward Olive, and I can’t stand the thought of him going near her again, so I step in front of him, stopping him from moving any closer to her.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” I say.
“I should call the police. This is breaking and entering. And, now, you can add damaged property to that list of laws you broke,” Owen says.
I take a step toward him so that he can feel how much stronger I am when I stand over him. “Call the police. I dare you. It will be your word against ours. And I’ll tell the police how much of a piece of shit you are to put your hands on a woman like that.”
Owen steps back, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t argue with me, but