Did You Get Enough Love

19. The Things We Do For Love

"I went to a hotel. I'm sorry. I'll call you when I'm ready.
-y/n

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"I hate you." You mumbled against her lips. "I hate you so fucking much." She nods her head, capturing your lips between hers again. "Let it out." Ally groans as you began to slowly grind on her lower half. "Tell me why you hate me y/n."

You pull back from her, looking into her eyes. You never lose rhythm pressing yourself into her. Clasping your hands around the back of her neck, becoming ungodly close. "I just do." You mumbled against her moving lips.

"So why did you call me?" Ally says looking at your flustered eyes. Her hands find their way to your hips with a harsh grip. Pushing you closer as if you couldn't be anymore. Kissing you one more time.

Your movements come to halt. Tears nearly flood your eyes. You're better than this. You press your hands against her clothed chest. Ally's hands don't leave you. "Because I still fucking love you."  The older woman brushes her fingers through your hair staring at you softly.

  Your body grew weak. A kind of weak that makes you want to give up and just take whatever it is that you are resisting. You rested your head on the front of Ally's shoulder, for only a brief moment. Laying another kiss on her, only this time it was slow and delicate.

"Tell me how you did it." You breathed.

•••
August 23rd.
3:12 pm
(Three hours before Billie was found.)
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She had imagined being in prison. Laying on the stiff beds staring up at the concrete ceiling, counting the cracks in the walls. Being caught for what she was about to do. But one look at herself in a mirror and she knew as such a powerful person, no one would suspect her. Nobody suspects a someone with such a fragile reputation. One that can be destroyed in seconds. It would be too risky, especially for a woman.

    Ally's heels clicked down the busy New York sidewalks. 505 W End Ave. She repeated in her head. It wasn't long until she found the building. Her gaze looked to the top of the building where the penthouses were homed.
505 W End Ave Penthouse, NY. The gold plated plack read.

One push of the rotating doors a woman in the lobby smiled watching as Ally saw her way to the elevator. She stood waiting for the gentle ding. A small gust of air let out of the automatic doors. Leaving the woman enthralled in her being.

Ally's finger grazed over button "14" fourteenth floor. Apartment number 532. Ally had on queue in her head. The pointed heel of her shoes started to echo into the hallway as she stepped off the elevator. 529...530...531...

Just one door over. A single door laid between what would soon be a dark fate. For who, was the only question that remained unanswered. Ally ran her palms down the side of her pants. She still had time. She still had time to back away and leave you, or save you from what you had been forced to call "love" for so long. She was one knock away.

"Ally?" Before she knew it her fist was up to the door. It seemed to have opened itself, she doesn't remember making herself known. "Billie." The brunette stood up tall. Billie looked out in the hall. Poking in both directions. "What are you doing here?" The blonde woman asks now with both of her arms folded and crossed over her chest.

    "I think we should talk." Ally gestured that they take it inside. In which Billie complied to. The women sat in the "main sitting room" as Billie called it. Ally didn't dare sit next to her. She made sure she could look her dead in the eye as she said what was about to come out of her mouth.

    "You and y/n, is she okay?"  Ally crossed her left leg over the other leaning back in the faux leather chair. Without a blink, she watched as Billie's face began to contort. A slight eye roll as some would describe. "Is this what you came all the way here for? To interrogate me?" Billie stood up from the sofa walking over to the cart of alcohol next to the window. She poured herself a glass of tequila.

"Answer the question, Billie." Billie shot back the drink before taking a long pause. "We are fine." Ally adjusts herself to face the other woman. "That wasn't my question. I asked if she was okay." The blonde let out a huff. "I don't know Ally. Why don't you ask her yourself. No harm in it, I'm sure you've already slept together anyway." Billie took another drink. "Like the little slut that she is." She mumbled into the glass that was being held with a death grip by her hand.

"Don't you ever call her that. What the hell has she ever done to you, that made you feel so miserable, you decided you had to go fuck around with another woman?"

Billie smiled a devilish grin. "What makes you think I gave two shits about y/n in the first place. Hm?" Billie took yet another swig, leaving a little at the bottom. The alcohol was slowly starting to get to her head. Drunk words speak sober thoughts they say.

"You should have. If I knew how much you hurt her long before now-" Billie turns around pointing her finger against Ally with the pressure of a knife, "you wouldn't have done a goddamn thing." She spit.

Ally didn't say a word. Keeping a straight face, not an emotion to be seen. She raised a glass to Billies drunken hand. "Why don't you finish off that bottle." Without a second to loose the other woman took it from Ally's hand just as fast as she drank it.

The brunette stepped back. Slowly heading for the chair she was sat in before. Watching as Billie walked over to the couch, slouching her position.

She can't tell the difference yet. Ally thought with a small smirk painted on her lips. Ally headed for the door seeing that Billie was dozing off. "Next time, don't let someone else pour your drink." She whispered in the dying woman's ear.

•••

•Present day•

    Ally finished her sentence. Taking a breath she looked at you, who laid against her chest with no physical reaction. It was now that she worried you were regretting coming back. Now knowing how she did it.

    You mumbled something under your mouth that she didn't quite catch. "What was that?" Ally's hands traced patters on the back of your shoulders. "I love you."  You whispered just barely audible. "You still love me?"  The older woman adjusted her position on the bed, you sat up with her. "I don't think there is anything you could do that would make me stop loving you, Even if that includes killing my wife. I get enough love from you, I don't need anyone else."

    Ally placed you back on her lap where your legs surrounded each side of hers. Her hands found their way back to your waist, holding you tightly. But this time it felt different, it was a loving hold. A hold that made sure you didn't feel uncomfortable. It wasn't much longer until your lips became one once again.

   Most people would call you crazy for loving the woman who murdered someone you loved. Something about knowing the truth made you feel at peace. Truth is, Billie never gave you enough love. Maybe it was one sided, or maybe it was mutual. That's something you wouldn't mind not knowing the truth about.

    "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Ally whispered in between kisses.

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The End

A/N- thank you all for reading and giving me all your suggestions and thoughts on this book. It meant a lot
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-m