The Pact

Chapter Eight: He manages to cockblock all the way from New York

Chelsea's POV

I rolled over, watching Paxton peacefully sleep, his chest slowly rising and falling. I smiled as I watched how peaceful he looked despite all the shit he's been going through in his family. I knew he was upset last night when we came back from dinner. His dad's car wasn't in the garage and his mother was locked in her room. What was supposed to be our romantic evening turned into a therapy session, much to both of our disappointment. Even though I was the one who decided to be a therapist, I was still mad at myself for not becoming one after sex.

Paxton stirred, causing me to break away from my thoughts. He groaned, pulling his pillow over his head and mumbling curse words as the sun hit his face and he started waking up.

I gently nudged his ribcage, causing him to groan since he was still slightly sore.

"Wake up." I whispered, pecking his shoulder.

He looked up at me and gave me a sleepy grin. "Morning," He said in his raspy voice. "how'd you sleep?"

"Terribly." I said, turning to face him better.

He propped himself up on his elbows. "Why is that?"

"Well you see, me and my boyfriend had an amazing first date, and then we had a few drinks and the night got even better. But then when we got back to his house to finally have some real fun, it all went to shit real quick."

"That sounds tragic." He said.

"It really is." I said sadly.

He grinned and rolled on top of me, pecking my lips. "I think I can take care of you."

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him kiss me again. "Won't your mom hear?" I said against his lips.

"Not if we don't make any noise." He said, making his way down to my neck, causing my lips to slightly part and my eyes flutter shut.

His hands slowly lifted his t-shirt up my body, completely taking it off before continuing to kiss me down the valley of my breasts. I arched my back right when he was about to take one into his mouth. Unfortunately we didn't get much further than that because his phone rang.

"Turn it off." I demanded.

"Just ignore it." He said, continuing to kiss down my body.

Finally the ringing stopped, but it began just as quick.

I threw my head against the pillow as Paxton moved from on top of me to the floor where his pants are. "Incredible, he manages to cockblock all the way from New York." He said once he finally hit ignore. He climbed back onto the bed and crawled on top of me, leaning down to kiss me when his phone rang again.

I sighed and pushed him off me. "I don't even want to have sex anymore." I said, pulling the shirt back on over my head. "I told you to turn it off!"

"I can't just-"

"Who is it anyways?"

"Aaron!"

The phone rang again and I groaned, stretching down to the floor to pick his phone up. "Answer." He glared at me. "These legs aren't spreading until you answer that damn phone."

"You have such a way with words." He said sarcastically before sliding to answer. "You better be f.ucking dying." He said, putting Aaron on speaker.

I sat with my legs crisscrossed, waiting for Aaron's response.

"Well I've learned quite quickly that you never answer your phone unless someone calls you ten times. Good morning to you too, sunshine."

Paxton rolled his eyes before laying down, tucking a hand beneath his head. "Mind telling me why you're being a pain in my ass all the way from the opposite side of the country?"