Page 2 of Asphyxia
Alexis and I barely talk anymore, and with Chyler gone, I haven’t had either of them to bug me about who I’ve been sleeping with, making him the most uncomplicated secret I’ve had to keep in years. Until now…
In the past week, Marcus had been pressuring me to make us something more than just casual sex—fuck buddies—but after my break up with Adrian, I still didn’t believe my heart was ready to let another man in. Even though it’s been years since we’ve been together, a fraction of my heart still struggled to let himgo.
“Mads—”
“Don’t. Marcus.” I warned, snapping my hand up. “Don’t ruin a good thing while we have it,” I added as I turned to face him.
Marcus sighed, dragging a hand up and down his face before stepping into the bedroom and dropping himself down on the edge of the bed.
“Fine. I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop chasing you.” He huffed like a small child, pouting that he had been denied.
“There’s nothing to chase; I’m standing right here.” I laughed, rolling my eyes at his little tantrum. “Or are you suggesting adding some roleplay to our sex life?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.
I was more than open to adding a little extra spice to our sexual endeavors—not that he needed it with the way he continued to fuck me into submission.
“You know how I love experimenting, Mads.” He shrugged with a sly smirk. “Whatever you want, just say the word.” Marcus bit down on his bottom lip, his blue eyes pulling me in.
I stalked across the room before straddling Marcus’s lap, fisting his shirt in my hands, and pulling his chest towards mine.
“Run baby, run,” I murmured, devouring his mouth before biting his bottom lip.
Marcus tasted like the sweetest sin. I was only here for a good time, and Marcus would learn precisely what that meant.
Chapter 2
Dean
“Getthefuckout,Dean!” She screamed, throwing a vase full of yellow roses across the room, just barely missing my head. “Who the fuck is she?”
Amber, my girlfriend, had been at my throat for months. Her insecurities and inability to trust me created a distance between us that I had worked tirelessly to close.
There was no one else, only her—at least, that was what I kept telling myself, but she was making it incredibly hard to want to stay.
“What are you talking about?” I had no fucking clue who she was referring to.
I repeated the same routine every day. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. Aside from stopping by her apartment every other night to puff up her ego and then leaving shortly after she had fallen asleep, I hadabsolutely no time to even attempt to fuck around with someone else.
Amber stormed across the room and shoved her phone in my face, displaying a text message from one of her closest friends—her only friend.
Mel: Girl, you should keep a tighter leash on your man. Pretty sure he’s sleeping around on you.
What followed the text was an out-of-context photo of me having a casual conversation with a waitress three nights ago when Marcus and I went out for drinks before being called to assist Derek in wrangling Alexis.That woman was a fucking menace…
Sure, the waitress had her hand on my arm as we spoke, but she was just being friendly. What the photo didn’t show was the massive rock on her ring finger. The waitress was married, so there was no flirting, exchanging of numbers, or anything remotely close to either of us being interested in each other.
“Are we seriously doing this again, Amber?” I scoffed with sarcasm as I ripped the phone from her hand and tossed it over to the couch. “What more do you want from me? When I’m not at work, I’m here with you or back at my apartment with Marcus.” This was getting fucking old, and I was growing tired of walking on eggshells for her.
“Move in.” She rushed out in a pleading, almost begging tone. “Prove to me that you need me as much as I need you.” Amber looked up at me with her sad, doe eyes, and all I could do was shake my head, dropping my eyes to the floor in disappointment.
While I deeply cared about her, the constant bickering and accusations had started to take its toll on me.
Three months ago, I would have said yes without hesitation, loving the idea of us being closer and taking our relationship that one step further. But now, I didn’t know if this was what I wanted anymore—what I needed—a woman who couldn’t trust me to save her fucking life.
If I wasn’t being accused of cheating, then it was not giving her the attention she so rightfully deserved. I could never win with Amber. She was always looking for ways to make me look like the sole fuck up in our relationship, and I was over it.
“Dean—”
“No.” I stepped back from her, biting down hard on my tongue. “I’m done with this—with us, Amber.”
