Dusk

3| crave

Ava

Jett lied. We didn't go to celebrate his win. We along with ten other people went to celebrate the win. And among those ten were four women whose bones I was just about to break if they didn't keep their hands to themselves.

"You were so good out there, Eli." One murmured in his ear, pushing herself closer to him.

I shut my eyes and downed my glass. Isabella and Jett had disappeared like they always did. I was sitting in a booth along with Elias and the girls. Their desperation was making me cringe. They were trying so fucking hard and he wasn't even paying attention. I didn't understand why they wanted to bend down for a man. Elias was sexy, stunning and a whole lot demanding, but a man nonetheless.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks." Elias replied, shifting away. He looked at me with wide eyes, and stared at my expression for a few seconds. I saw the wheels turning in his head and a small smirk appeared on his face. Leaning back to get more comfortable, he kept eye contact with me.

"You looked so hot." Another one said.

His smirk widened but his eye contact didn't budge. I didn't understand what games he was playing. When the same girl tried getting closer to him again, he didn't push her away. I felt my blood boil. He was deliberately making me jealous. And by the way my fists itched to knock these women out, it was working. And by the way his eyes darkened, he knew.

I got up before I could witness something more, pausing to glare down at him, then walking away. The music was loud and the club was crowded. People didn't bump into me like I'd expected them to, and I was walking across the dance floor when my waist was grabbed from the behind and I was turned around swiftly.

"Why did you walk away?" Elias asked me.

"I needed a drink."

His grip on my waist tightened. "Why did you walk away, Ava?"

"I said I needed-"

My sentence ended in a gasp when my hair was pulled down harshly, making me look up in his eyes. His face was confronted into an expression of anger, jaw clenched and tight. I held his biceps to keep my balance. "Do I need to teach you manners again, Ava? We don't lie to each other, or have you forgotten that as well?"

"I didn't like seeing you with other women." I muttered. "It made me jealous and I didn't like that."

He let go of my hair at my confession, his eyes loosing some of their anger when I said the truth. Elias and I had established the first rule of our relationship even before it started. We never lied, not to each other. However much the truth may hurt the other, there would never be any lies between us. That was supposed to make things easier and less complicated. It did the opposite.

His eyes burnt my skin as he traced my cheekbone. People danced around us but we paid no attention to them. His eyes were frozen on me and mine were frozen in his. He pulled my bottom lip with his thumb gently, making my mouth part. "You don't want me with other women, but you also don't want to be with me. How does that work?"

It wasn't that I didn't want to be with him. It was that we would never work. He was a ticking bomb and I was the timer. We only created chaos. There were so many differences between us that there were bound to be clashes which would end in someone hurting the other. We didn't mix, him and I. However much the undeniable chemistry and attraction between us, Elias and I were like day and night. Both bound to each other, yet cannot stay together.

"You want to be with other women?" I asked.

"No, fuck no." He let go of me and pulled his hair. "The thought of us being with other people makes me violent, Ava."