steal my girl | dua + bella

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Tuesday morning.

I woke up, barely able to move because of how hard Sydney had fucked me the night before. She was lying next to me, but I decided to get up before she woke up and wanted to have sex. She was ridiculously obsessed with sex.

Sydney isn't your typical girlfriend. If she doesn't get what she wants, she'll make a fuss. If I don't get what I want, she'll say I'm selfish. She makes everything about her and isn't aware of her surroundings.

She's not always bad though. She definitely scores a 12/10 in the bedroom. She keeps everything exciting and different. Her kisses are so pleasant and soft. She's also so beautiful. She has long blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes.

It wasn't until that morning when I realized that things haven't been fine between us. We used to be so in love and now we just use each other for sex. I don't know - I don't think I love her anymore. Do I stay with her or do I leave her?

I got up, out of bed, grabbed my clothes and quietly walked to the door. I left her room and went to the living room. I put my clothes on from the previous day.

"Bella." I heard, coming from the bedroom.

"Yes, Sydney?" I said back.

I couldn't stand hearing her voice after realizing that she treats me like I'm a dog or something.

"I need you" She moaned.

I knew it. Sex - All she wants is sex.

"What for?" I asked.

"I want you to fuck me"

Of course. I entered this relationship thinking she'd actually love me and not only use me for pleasure.

I took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom.

"Syd, we have to talk." I sighed.

"Why baby?" She asked.

I had to tell her how I felt. This was my chance.

"We both know that we're not in love anymore. We can't keep using each other for sex. I'm sorry Sydney but I'm done with this." I explained.

She started to cry. "No Bella! You can't leave me! What do I do without you?"

"Find someone else that will love you and provide everything else you need. I don't think we're meant to be."

"You could've told me that before you straight up broke up with me!" She whined, "Did I do something?"

"You did a lot of things, Sydney. You are way too obsessed with sex, I'm not always in the mood. You are too controlling, you always get what you want but when I want something for myself, 'I'm selfish'. You don't love me, I don't love you. All you want is pleasure." I said, leaving her house.

It was the right choice. It wasn't good for my mental health to stay with someone like her. She was controlling and mentally abusive.

I got in my car and turned on the radio. The song "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo played. Before I knew it, I was crying. Not because I missed her, but because I was afraid of being alone.