No Angel

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The rich oak door with the intricate designs and WV carved in the middle of it swung open not even two seconds after Demi rang the doorbell. Her eyes instantly met Wilmer's, who she hadn't seen since she had come back from her little "disappearing act," as Jhene had begun to refer to it. He was unusually dressed to the nines in a personally tailored designer suit with Italian leather shoes and the gold cuff links with his initials on them that she had gotten for him on one of his birthdays. She couldn't remember which one.

"Oh, hi." It sounded as if she hadn't been expecting to him answer, as if she had been expecting him to ignore her like she had been pretty much ignoring him since she had told him that she didn't want to be tied down.

"Hi..."

"It looks like you were just heading out...I don't wanna hold you up." Was he about to go on a date? Had he called up one of his previous whores and decided to wine and dine her for the night? Was she being replaced in his life by someone who knew what they wanted and was ready to settle down and could give him the family that he wanted?

"No, I've got some time to spare. You wanna come in?" He held the door open wider for her, keeping the welcoming smile on his face. She was almost surprised at how nice he was being to her but then she remembered that little speech that he had given her about no one loving her like he did.

"It's nice to see you. We haven't talked in a while..."

"And whose fault is that?" Never mind on the whole nice thing. Demi folded her arms over her chest and stared back at him, searching for something to say.

"Wilmer, I told you why I couldn't be with you anymore," she responded as he released a chuckle, but there was no humor behind it. He seemed more amused than anything else.

"Yet you've been parading around America with Drake promoting your little song. What is it called again? Take Care?" Wilmer questioned with nothing but bitterness laced in his tone.

And what was she supposed to tell him? She was supposed to be with Drake just for publicity but Wilmer wouldn't believe that. She didn't even believe that. She could understand where he was coming from but Drake was different from him. Drake wasn't expecting for them to get married and for her to pop out child after child. Drake really didn't expect anything from her except for the truth, but Wilmer had always seemed to want so much more. He wanted commitment but her and Drake were just having fun with each other, right?

"You're being really immature right now. I didn't come here to argue with you. I just wanted to talk and catch up and-"

"And what Demi? There is nothing for us to talk about. You have Drake and I have...I'm busy."

"I thought we were friends." Demi could feel her bottom lip quivering as her lips poked out and she took a few steps away from him. Why couldn't she ever just be friends with a guy without them wanting something more from her? Trey wanted sex, yet he had a girlfriend. Wilmer wanted a relationship, yet she told him that she wasn't ready for one. And they were both supposed to be her best friends.

"Demi, I can't just be friends with you. I have been in love with you since the day I met you. I have given you everything, but you can't even give me a quarter of what I have given you. I want to give you all the love I have but you can't even take it. It's like you're incapable of receiving love!" Wilmer exclaimed. He was the angriest that she had ever seen him. The undertone of his skin was turning red and his chest was rising high with every breath that he took and he was pacing in an unmarked pattern.

Demi opened her mouth to reply but she was cut off by the feel of Wilmer's lips on hers. Demi gasped but that only made him force her tongue into her mouth, grasping her neck with both of his hands as he tried to kiss her with as much passion as he could, trying to communicate how he was feeling through his kiss. And she almost fell for it. She almost melted into his arms and agreed to be in a relationship with him and force herself to settle, but she couldn't. She wasn't a toy. She wasn't an object. She wasn't to be tossed around and used and she didn't feel as strongly about Wilmer as he did about her. It didn't have to be like this. She had a choice, she had a will, she had...she had Drake.