Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 70

EZRA

I continually drive towards Olivia's room, but keep thinking about how this is wrong to have meaningless and worthless sex with her; I mean we used to have sex three times a day I guess to spare time especially during the thousands of parties that people throw everyday but this time is different because I didn't love someone like Rachel, when we were having sex is more than meaningless sex, it's true love.

When walking in the same dorm building, I accidently walk to the hallway that Rachel's old room was in and her dancing in her underwear with a baggy t-shirt flashes in the back of her mind. Fuck! I miss her random dancing times but turn around to go Olivia's room since I mapped out this whole building for the last two years, who has the good rolled up weed to kill pain or has the good pussy. As I walk towards it, I knock on the door and through the thick wall, it smells like weed.

"Hey baby," she says with a lit cigarette between her lips, I move past her, sit on the bed and throw my shirt on the floor, "Are you going to keep smoking and staring at me or we gonna bang?" I harshly ask and lay down, I don't miss these cardboard beds at all. Olivia nods, twists her bud on a can to put it out and toss her white crop top at me that she was putting her small tits on display like the slut she is.

She swings a leg over my legs, leans forwards and smacks her lips against mine and her breath rinks of the smell of weed but I deal with it, it's not my first rodeo. I lift my hands, press my finger into her hips to make her moan, "Let's take these off," she suggested as her small and boney finger followed the trail to the zipper of my jeans. She starts unzipping them, even when they slide down my hips along with my boxers; I don't think this right but a moan lets out my mouth as her fingers go deeper inside and wraps them around me, "You like that?" she seductively says, bites her bottom lip and bates lashes. My eyes roll in the back of my head as she continues the pace until seeing the most beautiful angel's face appear in my mind, "Stop, p-please," I breathlessly say.

"What? But I know you like it so don't pretend—".

I get her off of me before she finishes her sentence, pull my boxers and jeans back up, "I have to leave," I tell her, putting on my boot without lacing them back up because I wanna get out here, if I was the same person I was last year I would be sucking on her until she's high and dry but I can give a less fuck about her.

I just want Rachel. No, I need Rachel, "Where's my shirt?" I look under the bed, and around the disgusting room then see Olivia taking a picture of herself on my phone, "Oh were you looking of this?" she asks, points at it, "It smells good while looking good on me, don't you think?" she pushes on my buttons a little farther than looking at my phone, the photo is almost sent to no else other than Rachel and i feel my nails digging in my palms, "Don't think about that?!" I yell; she annoys, begins to type something, "Wow! That was a good fuck, and it smells like mint," she smells one of the sleeves and smiles, "citurs," she reads out and click sent in front of me.

If it wasn't against the law, I would be slapping this bitch but I'm a man with problems and slapping her won't solve them, just cause more problems, "You are a bitch and leave us alone," I snap, snatch my phone away from her and leave when I can.

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After the building, I let my anger take over me to lead me and my alcoholic liking to Holly's bar to drain my guts and guilt; shut the car, shove keys into my pocket and head inside the bar.

I take a seat next to an older woman with hollowed eyes, and smells like she's been here for an hour or two, then the bartender comes over, "What can I do for you, sir?" he asks. I look over at the woman finishing looks like her fifth martini, "Please give me a whiskey on the rocks, and keep them coming," I say, look over at the woman circles her finger around the top of the glass, " please, get another martini for the lady and put it on my tab," I suggested and she mouths thank you.
"You are a kind and handsome man. What's your name?" she asks.

I gulp down my drink, "It's none of your fucking business so buzz off lady," I snap in a quick movement I go to the other side of the bar.

A while later, I slam another glass down on the table as body feeling is not still on the bar stool. It feels like bricks on the ground if I move a inch but I get up anyway to leave this place. On the drive to the apartment, I probably stopped driving  at least four times to not get arrested.

I unlock the apartment, tie my shoes when trying to hold my balance and keep the alcohol inside without throwing up and having the apartment smelling like it; I slowly walk to the couch, flop on the couch as the door starts opening. My vision may be blurry but a sweet scent comes through and sees Rachel who has a shock yet cold look giving me a 'I hate you' look and walks away from me without a single look back in silence.