Tennis Instructor (A.K.)

Chapter 16: You Were Right

    Melody was pissed. It was obvious that Awsten was preoccupied with Owen, a sickening amount in her eyes. If she was ever bored enough to ask about his day, it always included the little tennis player. Hearing about the time he spent with another girl filled Melody with envy more than anything else, but she told herself it was frustration. She pretended that it was her reputation she was concerned with, but in reality, her ego couldn't handle it.

She couldn't accept the fact that Awsten didn't want her back, despite the fact that she didn't even want Awsten for genuine reasons. Besides using him for his body, Melody was so focused on dating Awsten in order to improve her reputation. Her perfect plan of making him fall for her hadn't unfolded at all how her egocentric mind had anticipated, which left her back at the drawing board.

Throughout the weeks that Awsten and Owen seemed inseparable, his sexual frustration was only growing. If Melody was never in the picture, Awsten would handle his attraction to Owen privately. But, he had a sexual outlet and he was sure Owen wouldn't want him back, so he took advantage of the situation. If Owen was busy at work or Liza demanded attention, Awsten was making plans with Melody. His plans with her weren't heartwarming, like binge watching horror movies or talking about music. Instead, they always revolved around Awsten and Melody having boring sex that he survived by imagining Owen.

He had dropped Owen off at her house a few hours prior, giving her a tight hug and telling her to text him when she was off work. She smiled and agreed, and Awsten's plans for the day were suddenly empty with her working an unexpected shift. So, to pass the time until she was off, he had texted Melody to 'hang out.'

     The truth was, Owen had woke Awsten up that morning and since then he had been desperate for a sort of release. Awsten had slept in later than normal, and Owen being the worrier she was, woke him up in case he had plans for the day. When his eyes fluttered open to see Owen kneeling in front of him, her hand rubbing his bicep as she rambled about his sleep schedule, he wanted to pull her on top of him and stay busy in bed. Her disheveled morning appearance made his morning wood throb out of desperation for attention.

     But, they continued their days like normal since Awsten would never make Owen uncomfortable by admitting his thoughts to her. He valued her trust too much to risk things over lust. As much as it disappointed him, Awsten would rather have Owen as a friend than not have her at all. He would live without sex if it meant he got to simply see her constantly.

     He was a horny rich kid, though, so knowing he had a girl waiting to relieve him of this sexual frustration was enough for him to text her. It didn't take long for him to get to her house, happy to hear that it was empty as per usual.

As he laid in bed beside her, their lips moving together, he couldn't help the boredom he felt. Pretending Owen was the girl desperately writhing against him didn't do anything for Awsten at that point. He was starting to realize it would be better if he dealt with his feelings for Owen alone. Being with another woman was starting to make him nauseous, and him and Owen hadn't even shared a bed, much less a kiss.

"What's going on?" Melody asked with faux concern as she pulled back from his lips. Her eyebrows were furrowed like she was worried, but it was all an act. She knew he was disinterested because he was too preoccupied with Owen. That knowledge made her want to scream, but she was scared of Awsten leaving her. He was too easy to lose, and she was too proud of having him.

"Just not in the mood to move slow today," he chuckled. It was a lie, but his dirty smirk was enough for Melody to not mind. There was something incredibly alluring about Awsten, maybe it was his gentle eyes or his perfect smile. He could persuade anyone into anything it seemed, and he used it to his advantage with Melody.