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im well aware of the liabilities that come with dating a rockstar but i guess that slipped my mind when i decided to go to the grocery store for some coffee creamer. i had an odd feeling about it when i opened the door and it was a little too quiet.
i brushed it off (stupidly) assuming that vince was asleep or something. i walked into the kitchen and put the creamer in the fridge and that was when i heard a girls giggle. i raised a brow to myself and walked up the stairs.
and as i assumed, there was vince, my boyfriend of a little over a year as of two weeks ago, undoing some huzzys bra with one hand and pushing down her panties with the other. "having much fun?" he jumped halfway across the room when he heard my voice.
"baby its not-"
"oh no, its fine. by all means, go ahead," i tell him and walk out of the room. he gets dressed and tells the girl to leave and by the time i see him again, hes crying. im cooking stir fry and this hot pan of oil is really tempting but i refrain and keep it on the stove.
"i didnt-"
"no really, its fine vince, i knew it would happen sooner or later," i tell him. which is true, i anticipated it at one point or another but i didnt think he'd be so frivolous about it.
"your lying, your pissed," he states the obvious.
"vince, obviously im pissed but it'll pass. im not surprised."
"baby, i swear im to God im sorry and i wont do it again. tommy came over and he left her here and i shouldve said no and i didnt," he apologies. i knew he was lying because i ran into heather and tommy at the store.
i smile softly at him. "its fine, go take a shower and supper'll be done when you come back."
he smiles back, touching my cheek softly. "you are the coolest chick," and he kisses me softly before running upstairs.
once i hear the water start, i walk over to the phone and dial the number. "hello?" a voice grumbles from the other side.
"hey duff, its me. sorry if i woke you," i apologize.
"your fine, honey, i needed to be up anyways. did you need something?"
"well kind of," i sheepishly reply.
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God, since when is los angeles so cold? its around eleven and after getting vince drunk (not a very hard task) i left once he passed out. if that son of a bitch thinks he'll cheat, get caught, and stay with me, hes dumber than i thought. getting even is going to be very fun for me because im gonna show vince just how easy it is to cheat and not get caught.
i decided to walk to duffs since its not far but im regretting it now since the temperatures apparently dropped. i get to his driveway, put in the code he gave me over the phone and when i get through the gate, hes waiting on the porch leaning against the rail.
"hey pretty girl," he whistles at me. i roll my eyes as i walk up the paved driveway, the wind ruffling my curled hair. did i use the excuse to get pretty? hell yes, i never get to look pretty pretty. its always sexy pretty, never nice pretty. although i guess its still sexy pretty if this is gonna go where ive planned it to go. im wearing a black cami dress and black slip on wedges. i curled my hair too, just for the fun of it.
"hey handsome man," i whistle back once i realize hes got no shirt on. God this man is so hot. "how are you?" i finally get up the stairs and in front of him.
"better now that your here," he smiles and immediately pulls me in to kiss him. im not complaining when his hand pressed me by the back of the neck closer to his mouth. "you look really pretty, by the way. shame your gonna look like a mess by the time im through with you," he tells against my lips before kissing me again. he pulls me into the house, pinning me against the closed door by my hips.
