Renee POV:
"I need to please", I begged.
"Ma'am I can't do that", she said shaking her head.
"Why not"? I asked getting frustrated.
"Because I can't, giving personal info out isn't allowed".
"I'm his girlfriend and I'll be in and out. Please".
She sighed grabbing here keycard out of her counter drawer ."Come with me", she said.
"Thank you so much!" I smiled.
"Make it quick, okay?"
"I will", I said following her up the stairs that led to Chris' apartment. Once we finally made it to the 3rd floor she swiped the keycard unlocking his apartment door.
"Please make sure its quick", she said opening the door.
I nodded walking in and closing the door behind. I hurried up tossing my bag onto the nearest sofa by the door. I pulled out my phone going to my contacts and clicking Trey's name.
"Hello", he answered.
"Where is it"! I said through gritted teeth tossing pillows off the couch.
"That's not a nice way of saying hi Renee".
"Trey I'm not gunna do this right now", I sighed getting off the floor from looking under the couch.
"I don't know what your talking about".
"Yes you do! Where's the picture?!"
"Say please and then I'll tell you", I could tell he had a stupid ass smirk on his face. Frustrated and tired I obeyed him and begged for him to tell me. "Hmm...let me think about it", he said hanging up.
Did he just...I sighed loudly throwing my phone somewhere and rummaging through Chris' things. I looked everywhere from the living room to the bathroom and still couldn't find anything. I closed the kitchen drawer, then resting my hands on the counter top. What am I doing? Breaking into his house looking for a stupid picture. I wiped away the tear that fell. Only a few weeks and I don't have do this anymore. I reminded myself pushing off the counter.
"You looking for this"? A voice said from behind, I spun around.
"Ch--Chris", I stuttered.
"This is what you looking for"? He asked again holding up a open beige envelope.
I nodded. "Ple--".
"You know I got in my car this morning and found this bullshit"! He shouted throwing the envelope at me making the pictures scatter across the marble flooring. "But knowing you I thought you were a little more classier than that, and didn't let every nigga in the school hit. So I drove around the block a few times trying to convince myself that maybe Ty was pulling a joke on me. But nope. There's no way he could've edited this shit. So you have exactly 5 seconds to be completely honest with me or you leave and don't talk to me ever again".
I stared down at the photos that laid on the floor of me and Tremaine. I shut my eyes tightly trying to get the hunting images out of my head wishing Chris never saw them. "I'm sorry", was all I could think of.
"Sorry?! That's all you can come up with!"
"What you want me to say"! I sobbed loudly looking at him.
"I want you to tell me what in the hell possessed you to fuck him"!
"It doesn't matter"!
"Doesn't matter!!? You telling me We don't matter then??"
"We do matter Chris", I tired to explained. "Im doing this for us".
"For Us..."
"Yes".
"..Renee what's going on? Does he know about us?"
"No. Its just..", I inhaled deeply. "I love him not you", I spoke harshly.
"What...Renee you don't love him, you know that", he said walking towards me.
"Chris I do", I sniffled.
"No you don't and imma prove it", he reinsured me leaning in and kissing me. I cried harder against his lips. I don't want this to end like this and it wasn't, in time he'll see that.
"Chris", I choked out as he kissed on my neck. He forced me against the counter bitting on my neck. "Chris stop", I said trying to get him off. He held my hands to my sides as he went back to my lips kissing me more roughly. He still kept my hands in his while his fingers fought to get my zipper down. "Chris Stop", I repeated crying.
One of his hands squeezed my ass. "Kiss me back", he growled.
"Chris just stop please. You don't have to do this", I pleaded.
"Then tell me you love me".
"I don't. I don't love you", I shook my head.
The lust and anger that filled his eyes soon became dominant by anger and rage. He shoved his hand down my pants into my panties. "Stop"! I cried louder. He released my hand from his grip cupping my mouth muffling my cries as he toyed with my clit. Feeling the unwanted pleasure that he started to cause I did what was necessary and slapped him. He didn't even flinched as he slipped two fingers inside pushing as deep as he could go. "Chris", I moaned against his hand.
"All you gotta do is say it" he breathed in my ear swirling his fingers around.
Fighting with myself on whenever or not to say it, I finally gave in feeling myself close to the edge of losing it. "I love you", I mumbled.
"Huh"? He questioned removing his hand from my mouth.
"I love you", I said throwing my head back.
He abruptly stopped fingering me to pulling out. "I love you too". He said placing his hand against my face and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion against my cheek, "I want you to know that", he stared into my eyes as he spoke.
"......I know".
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Chris POV:
I walked up next to her as she unlocked her door. I ignored the bruises that were spotted on certain parts of her body that were visible from under her dress or the ones that I noticed a few weeks ago on her waist at the dinner party. I hate the fact she wont tell me what's going on, like she can't trust me. It doesn't matter I'll find out my damn self.
"I'll see you tomorrow", she said.
"Yea", I said.
"Bye".
"I love you".
She smiled. "I know", she said before kissing my cheek.
She knows that? Just wish she knew that I could be trusted.
