My Little Dove

Chapter 42

Doves POV:

We sat in my bed, me, with a big shirt on and my dildo still on display.

He didn't care not one bit.

"Tell me why you're mad"

"Does it really matter?"

"What the hell? Yes, it fucking matters" He fussed. "Nothing happened yesterday to make you upset"

If only he knew. "If you want your money and apartment back it's all yours"

"Dove, I want you back. I want us to be okay"

"Well let the dream go"

"Don't you dare fucking be like that"

"Don't speak to me like that"

He runs his hands through his hair. He was trying so hard to contain himself.

He knew I hated when people yelled at me and I could see he was on the brink.

Immediately Bucky got up, left, and slammed the door shut.

I waited 10 minutes before I go and see what he was doing.

His shirt was off and he repeatedly punched the bag. After a few minutes, he stopped and sniffled. Did I make him cry? Again...?

"What's up with you, baby? I just want to make everything right" He huffed and puffed, then kicked the bag with so much force it seemed like he would knock it right down.

"Why are you so damn mad at me? You know I'd do anything to make it better. But, I fucking-gahh" He groaned in frustration

The sweat dripped from his nose as he stared at the floor. "I hate what you're doing to me. To us. You're making me mad, as I could scream at you mad. You know I hate raising my voice at you. I just wanna grab you by your shoulders and shake you until you tell me why you're being so distant and cold"

I drop my phone on the floor and immediately try to duck and hide.

"So you can moan my name, masturbate to my voice, and watch me box, but you can't tell me what's wrong? Real smooth, Dove"

I stay hidden until I hear him walking toward me. I hurriedly try to crawl away, glancing behind me every few steps, until I bump into something.

"Get up" He demands, standing in front of me

I fall back and scoot backwards.

"Dove, don't make me drag you"

I stand up and dip. Running down the hall and into random doors. I could hear him chasing me.

I make it to a closet and it was peeked open just enough for me to see him walking past.

"You're playing a lot of games today"

I cover my mouth, trying to stop myself from laughing.

He stops and I see his eyeball looking at me.

"Hello, poppet" Bucky opens the door and closes it. It was pitch black but I felt his hand grazing my cheek.

"Why are you being mean?"

"I said what I said" I shrug.

I don't feel his warm breath on my face anymore. I don't feel his hands on my hips.

"Figure it out" He whispers in my ear and gives me a microscopic kiss right behind my ear and leaves.

I take advantage of the fact that he was gone and bite my lip. He gave me so much sexual frustration.

I peek out of the closet and watched him walk away. Damn me for having impeccable taste and agreeing to be with that sexy ass man.

~

I read one of my sex books to keep my mind off the real man I wanted to fuck. Gosh, I was a mess.

I hear his shoes against the floor and I look outside of my door.

He was dressed all nice and even had on some eyeliner. "Sexy bastard" I mumbled

He grabs his keys and shoves them into his pocket.

"Where you going?" I call

He stops and turns around. "Out. Don't wait up"

Bucky wouldn't go that far, would he? No, he wouldn't. At least that's what I would tell myself.

~

I was scrolling on my phone when I got one of those BuzzFeed news notifications.

It read:

'Boxer, James Barnes having late-night drinks with Steven Rogers and famous model, Natasha Romanoff'

"He didn't" I whispered to myself. I spend the rest of the time he was out overthinking.

~

I fall asleep and woke up when I heard the door close. I check my phone and it was 3 am.

"That bastard"

I give it 5 minutes and then rush upstairs.

I open the door and he was sitting in his boxers by himself.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" He scoffs

"Did you bring those bitches in here?"

He laughs and takes off his underwear.

My anger didn't even care about his penis. "Stop fucking laughing"

"Dove, how the hell are you gonna tell me you hate me then get mad when I go out and live my damn life!?"

Fair point.

"Did you do something with them?"

"Do you think I did?" He mumbles, wrapping a towel around his waist.

I go silent.

"Dove, do you think I did?"

"Maybe" I murmur, tears in my eyes

"Why?"

"Because of what I said to you"

He slips his finger under my chin and my eyes meet his.

"I couldn't touch anyone knowing I'm drowning in how much I love you"

He kisses my temple and I drop my head to look at the floor.

"Go to bed, Angel"

I leave his room and lay in my bed. I couldn't help but cry my eyes out.

I was angry. Not at Bucky, but myself and letting myself get used by Emmanuel for so long. He was controlling my life and we weren't even together.

~

The next day was awkward as hell. He made breakfast and I didn't come out of the room until I knew he was gone.

We didn't speak at all to each other that day. Or the next.

I missed him and I knew he missed me, but he didn't push it. He never did.

We were just barely in the same room and when we were, one of us immediately left.

The only thing that was kind of a silent mutual decision between us was the sex tape we made. It would disappear from my room and appear back. We both knew we watched it, whether it was the cute moments or the kinky ones. We knew.

But as days went by, I couldn't help but ask myself.

How long was this gonna continue until we really couldn't do it anymore?