This Won't Work

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"I'm not tryna talk at all
'Cause I'm tryna love you crazy
Put some more inside your cup
And drink 'til you numb the pain"

- The Weeknd

Max was the first guy who treated her right. He treated her like a goddamn princess. That was only at the beginning, when he controlled his anger.

Elana always denied his issues, even whilst her friends warned her.

Sure, he would occasionally come home angry, blaming it on his studies. Elana could get by that because once his sudden burst of anger passed, he went back to the loving boyfriend he was.

That was until three months ago.

That night, his voice had shook the walls of their apartment and those mood swings Elana had thought to be nothing turned into abuse.

She left without hesitation.

Elana depended on anyone who would give her the slightest amount of attention. She was awfully codependent on Max for his conditional care and money. Which is why she had nothing when she left. Not a dollar in her pocket.

At least she had the pinned contact on her phone.

Nova and her older brother lived together after their parents' tragic accident. The siblings decided on keeping their parents house after they passed. There, Nova's brother had raised her for the rest of her teen years.

Nova and Elana had been best friends since Elementary school and nothing would ever change that.

The sky was pitch black and the air was thick when she arrived at Nova's front door. Nova didn't question her and welcomed her in.
She gave Elana a room of her own along with the comfort she needed after the trauma she had endured.

Now, it was 3 months later and Nova's brother was beginning to charm Elana.

Charming in an arrogant, egotistical, womanizing way.

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Returning from her lousy, exhausting job at McDonald's (the only place Elana could afford to work) she cared about two things only. Sleep... And pleasure.

Pleasuring herself had recently become an addiction. It was taking a toll on her life but still was the reason she rushed home from work.

She knew nobody could take pleasure away from her.

Pouring herself a glass of water and gulping it down her parched throat, the glaring light of the TV in the living room suddenly became interesting. The couch was hidden by a wall so she couldn't see who it was until she arrived. She sighed extra loudly when her eyes met his.

"Hey, look who's here." A smirk played on his lips. 

Elana had quickly come to realize that Damien was always smirking. It was just another reason why she hated him.

"Come here, sit." Damien patted the spot on the couch beside him.

"Yeah... no thank you." Elana responded.

"Come on, Elana." He whined. "What's the big deal?"

What was the big deal?

Sure, Damien was attractive and he knew how to use it very well. He took every opportunity to use his looks in order to benefit himself. He always got whatever her wanted and it made sense.

His features were sharp. Slim eyes, sharp jawline, defined cheekbones. Raven hair that shared the same color of his eyebrows- of course shaped perfectly to fit his perfect face. And pink lips that were constantly pulled into a smirk.

His body had every quality of a Greek God. Broad shoulders and as he had a habit of being shirtless Elana had seen his abs multiple times.

Not just that, but the confidence he projected was enough to put anybody to their knees.

Yet, his attractiveness did not distract Elana from the different women he had in his bed every night. He took every possible chance to flirt and tease. Most of the time he smelled like sex and other woman. And he's just plain arrogant!

And adding to that, Damien had been trying to get Elana into his bed since the first day she spent here.

But sure, she would sit beside him, leaving a foot of space between them.

Without shame, his eyes raked over her body. He stopped at his favorite part of her. Her breasts of course. What else would it be?

"You think you're so slick."

"Oh no, I'm not trying to be." He smiled. A frustrating, somehow perfect and white-toothed smile.

Elana's body stiffened when his hand landed on her thigh. Her reaction to him was obvious yet her stubborn self attempted to hide it.

This was a usual thing. He would tease her. She would yell at him. It was a cycle that unfortunately for her Damian loved. 

He adored getting her all hot and bothered, knowing Elana wouldn't do anything about it (because of her reputation of course. Who would she be to sleep with a manwhore like him?).  It was amusing to him because she wouldn't let him fuck her, but she would proceed to spend her nights trying to cum on her own fingers. Which most of the time didn't do it.

How did he know this? He's not a creep. It's just her bedroom is right next to his. And, well, the walls are thin.

Elana clenched her jaw when his hand tried to reach any further. Her hand clasped around his wrist. "Stop that."

"Why? Making you feel things you don't want to feel? Come on, Elana. It's just sex."

"We've had this conversation before."

He almost rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

"Why are you trying so hard to get me into bed? I know you have a fucking list of girls you could fuck instead." Elana responded.

"You really want to know?"

An annoyed expression settled on her face. "Is it about my body?"

He smirked, proving her answer correct. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't make it more than it is, princess-" He leaned into her ear- "Just one night of amazing, no-strings-attached sex." His voice a whisper.

Elana ignored the way his voice raised the hairs on her arms. "Don't call me princess."

Now it was Damien's turn to roll his eyes. "Listen, I got one of those 'girls' coming over right now. So unless you wanna see some things, you should go."

"You're disgusting."

When Elana stood she could practically feel his eyes on her ass. She just knew that smirk he always had plastered on his face was being displayed.

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I'm proud of you. You got through the first chapter lol

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