Page 30 of Midnight Wedding

I’m feeling sick again for a totally different reason as I head out into the main room. He’s not in the kitchen or in the living room. Nobody answers when I call his name.

The fucking dickhead’s gone.

I slump against the couch and stare at the windows. Did he seriously just ditch me after fucking me again?

I don’t even know how to feel right now considering I did just vomit the moment we finished.

Can I really blame him for running away? I mean, I just had some of the best sex of my life, and then I ruined it by getting sick the second his dick pulled out of me.

That’s not the best look, all things considered.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. I’m trying not to cry, but this is absolutely pathetic. I swear, this has to be rock bottom.

He used me for sex. At least, that’s how I feel. He could’ve stuck around to make sure that I was okay, but instead, he ran the hell out of here the first chance he got.

I slink back to my own apartment, feeling filthy and disgusting. I shower, but that doesn’t really help. Mom’s awake, but she doesn’t ask where I’ve been. Lucky for me. I don’t even know what stupid lie I’d come up with.Oh, nowhere, just banging the hot murdery neighbor again, no biggie.

Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Every time he wants to get his dick off, he’s going to call me up? And the fucked part is, I can’t really turn him down.

Not after what I saw.

I wanted it tonight. No doubt in my mind. The second he looked at me again, I wanted his hands on my body and his lips against mine.

But what about next time? What if I’m not interested anymore? I start to feel cold all over, and I retreat into my room, my face buried in my pillow. Wet hair soaks down my back and gets my sheets damp. Fuck, I’m so far over my head right now that I’m pretty sure I’m drowning.

Arsen murdered a guy. I watched him do it. Now I’m sleeping with him again, and I don’t know where any of my lines are. If anyone asked me a few weeks back, I would’ve said there’s no way I’d ever fuck and suck a murderer’s dick.

Guess I don’t know myself all that well.

My phone starts buzzing. I can barely work up the energy to look at it, but the stupid thing is insistent. I’m cursing as I grab it, ready to throw it across the room, but the name on the screen makes me pause.

It’s Arsen.

What the hell does he want? Already horny and ready for another round?

“What do you want?” I snap at him.

“Come to your door.”

I sit up straight. “Sorry, what?”

“Your apartment door. I have something for you.”

“You have—” But he already hung up. I glare at the phone, heart racing. What’s going on right now? I thought he ditched me after getting what he wanted, but maybe I was too fast to judge. I sneak out of my room, feeling like a stupid teenager again. I don’t want my mother to catch me talking to Arsen. I reach thedoor and gently ease it open, and there he is, lurking on my threshold.

He shoves a paper bag from the pharmacy on the corner into my hands.

“Take those,” he says. His expression is hard to read. It’s like he’s pissed but also concerned.

“Takewhat? Look, I’m so sorry I got sick earlier, I just?—”

“Take them,” he repeats. “I’ll wait here.”

“In the hallway?”

“I can come in if you’d rather.”

“I don’t even know—” I open the bag and words fail me.

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