Like We Used To (Bazz B - Bleach Fanfiction)

Chapter 17 : The Cheater

Bazz B tilted his head to the side as he zoned out halfway through sex together with this girl whom he had never met before but he found her attractive, her large breasts and curves, it turned him on but he didn't know why he wasn't enjoying it as much as he imagined too. It was weird, fucking these one night stands that didn't mean anything to him, he would try to imagine them as the brunette but it just ended with him ramming himself faster and harder into the women that was underneath him.

He didn't even gave the woman her closure as he ripped himself free from her, "Bazzard" She whined, hitting the bed with her fists as she begged for him to fuck her again but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. He gritted his teeth as he pulled his sweat pants back up, fixing it as he stood, "Get the fuck out"

His tone was enough to make the woman obey him, gathering her things quickly as she left the hotel room, shutting the door loudly behind of her. Bazz B sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling alone. He hadn't felt alone for the past months until now but what was he to do?

Lighting up a cigarette, he placed it at the corner of his lips, closing his eyes as he tried to wiped his thoughts of the girl that he had given so much too. He didn't know what had driven him to quit his job at the auto repair shop, he could've waltz into work and act like nothing had happened, give her his love again, show her who he is, but no, instead, he had chosen to quit, to rid his life of the only good that he has.

He lay back on the bed, legs still placed on the floor. He was being dragged back into the life that he had tried so hard to stray away from. He was already branded as a criminal when he was first brought in for the murder of several human beings, the one who had brought him in was Karl Ayame, her brother. They demanded to know who had killed them, the several body parts that they had found added up to almost ten people, all of which remained unidentified.

As he took another drag from his cigarette, he exhaled the smoke through his nose, trying to get himself to relax, to stop thinking about the brunette but he couldn't stop himself. Everything that he does, he thinks about her, he couldn't even bring himself to go back home now that his sheets smells like her, like it was woven into the thin fabric.

He groaned when his phone begin ringing, reaching for it on the floor, he collapsed back on the bed, not bothering to look at the caller ID as he answered it "What?" He didn't care anymore. If he was to step back into his old life, he might as well just draw a clear line, be who he once used to be.

"Bazz B" Jugo's voice. He sighed, holding the phone away from his ear for a second "Where are you? We need to talk"

"Hotel Zeus"