This Won't Work

High

"Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Make you cry like a baby"

- Chris Brown

After leaving her ex-boyfriend behind she was anxious most nights. Leaving her a night of restless turning or furious masturbating.

This night, she couldn't take it. Her mind was rolling, projecting the same anxious thoughts over and over until she dizzied.

The bed where she laid in, limbs splayed, was large. She was grateful. The room she was given was large too. This house as well.

Nova's parents had been rich so this house once belonging to them made sense. It also explains why Damien was unemployed and still not broke.

A glass of water was something she could really do at 1 AM. She padded into the kitchen and collected her water. Then spotting that the sliding door leading to the balcony was open.

There was Damien. A blunt between his fingers, puffing smoke into the cloudy sky, leaning against the banister. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular back decorated with a few tattoos here and there.

Elana wouldn't admit it but she was a sucker for a tatted up man.

The air that hit her when she walked into the balcony was cold. A shiver vibrated down her spine, goosebumps emerging on her arms.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked at her sudden appearance. A lazy smile gracing his lips.

She shook her head.

"You know what helps?"

"Hm?"

He gestured to the joint.

"I don't smoke."

"Of course you don't." Damien averted his gaze to the sky, chuckling to himself.

She scoffed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He glanced at her disheveled, exhausted state and couldn't prevent the dirty thoughts. Would he leave her just as she is now after fucking her? Hair a mess? Eyes red?

He smirked at his own thoughts. It wasn't his fault. Weed made him horny.

"I mean, you don't do shit, Elana. You don't even have sex. How could you live like that?" Irrelevant laughter followed.

She couldn't take him seriously, especially in his state. "I have sex. I have a lot of sex."

A grin brightened his face. "Of course you do. So you'd rather struggle every night to make yourself cum?"

His response shocked Elana. Her shock soon shifting into a glare.

"Sweetheart, if you need some dick just tell me."

"I don't need anything. Especially not from you." She scowled.

"I'm just saying, baby. I'm right next door."

"Stop calling me pet names."

Damien completely ignored her. "Can you answer me one question?"

"Not if it involves sex."

"Oh, everything I say involves sex, baby." He paused. "What don't you let me fuck you?"

"Really? We're doing this again?"

"Yes, we are." He mumbled, his body moving closer to her. A large hand grazed her waist. "What's so bad about it?"

She tried to get away from his hand only for him to pull her back. "I don't want to."