A Love Like War: Sequel to Mr. Player

Part 13

Caitlin's POV
Justin: swing by tonight. I miss u.

A smile crept across my face. He missed me!

***later that night***

I pull up in Justin's driveway, debating whether to see him or not. I finally decide to just go and knock on the door. He seems like he could use some cheering up right now, especially since him and Sydni divorced. Maybe I can help him move on because as much as I hate to admit it, that day I walked out on him was the biggest mistake I ever made. The drugs just scared me more than anything, but now I got it all figured out and he's gonna be mine...

I knock multiple times, but no one ever comes to the door. I hear loud music blasting from inside the house so I began to search the porch looking for the spare key, he always keeps around. I finally find it and unlock the door.

I could've swore a tornado hit the inside of that house, from the way it looked.

Me: "HELLO?" I called out. No reply...

I start my search for him.

After coming  to a close of my search, I find him. He laid face down on the floor of his and Sydni's -__- bedroom.

Bringing myself to my knees and touch his still body. The sense of my touch caused him to roll over and look at me.

Justin: "Sydniiiiiii" he slurred, happily.

Justin: "You came back for me." He continued.

Me: "uhm no, sweetie. Its me, Caitlin."
His smiling, relaxed face suddenly turned to a mixture of confusion, tension and sadness.

Me: "You told me to come over." I put my hand on his thigh, inching towards Jerry. He didn't stop me, so I continued. I didn't wanna take advantage of him, but damn he was looking sexy. His scruffy hair and untamed facial hair turned me on in every way. He licked his lips as my hand approached his dick.
He let out a small moan. I smiled, pulling it out and stroking it. I pumped it a few times before bringing my lips to it.  He shivered as I went down on him. Every moan he let escape his throat became sexier and sexier. I slid my shirt off and brought his lips to mine.

He rolled on top of me, pinning my arms down and exploring my body. Finding the button of my pants, he took them off. His fingers quickly found inside of me, turning me on. I moaned as he continued.

He pushed himself in and out of me, making my legs shake.

Justin: "I love you." His beautiful eyes shined with the reflection of the window.

***the next morning***

I opened my eyes up to the most handsome man in the world. He laid, looking out of the window. I studied the red marks on skin, unaware of them until now. We can fix those later.

I laid my head on his chest, only for him to brush me off and roll over.

Tf?

Me: "baby?"

Silence. This nigga's ignoring me.

Me: "Justin!"

Justin: "You finished, ain't you?" He replied, coldly.

Me: "I-I-I..."

Justin: "I thought so. Leave." I blinked a few times, trying to take it all in.

Me: "You're kidding, right?"

Me: "Right?" I repeated. He ignored me again.

Me: "You fucking used me!" I yelled.

Me: "I miss you? I love you? That was obviously bullshit, Justin!"

He climbed out of bed and began to walk out of the room. I followed, purposely forgetting my clothes so he'd come to his senses.

Me: "Look at me! Look at all this! You had all of this last night and now you want me to leave?! I thought you fucking loved me!"

He went down the stairs and looked back up at me. I put my hands on my bare hips. He shook his head.

Me: "JUSTIN!" I yelled, following.

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

I grabbed the bottle and threw it to the ground, watching it shatter. He glared at me.

Me: "I want you to love me."

Me: "Please. And I'll love you."

Justin: "I don't love anyone."

Me: "You can love me."

Justin: "I don't wanna love you. Fuck love."

Me: "But if Sydni was here, you'd love her." He rolled his eyes.

Justin: "You need to leave."

Me: "You want me to leave?" I chuckled.

He looked at me.

Me: "Fuck Sydni. She made you like this. A heartless, little fucking cunt."

Me: "Rot in hell." I said, before storming upstairs and throwing on my clothes. I came back down to him chugging a beer. I rolled my eyes.

Me: "By the way, you've got so may cuts, I mistaked you for Edward Scissor Hands this morning, stupid bitch." His eyes dropped to the floor in embarassment. I slammed the door and got in my car, taking off.

Fuck him.