you'd seen the infamous guitarist of guns n roses, slash, around the strip quite a bit. you'd blown him in the bathroom a few times but it had never gone past that. mostly because you two found each other too early to leave. but tonight he wound up finding you again later and asked if you wanted to come back to his place. he paid for you cab and you left, the whole ordeal was simply about the sex.
but that started happening almost every time you went out, to the point no other men tried to take you home because they knew slash would. you were dancing with your friend when a familiar cologne mixed with cigarette smoke filled your nose and two large hands landed on your hips. you leaned back into his chest. "you know, your scaring the hoes off," you tell him over the loud music.
"oh am i? i hadnt noticed," he leaned down, lips hovering over your shoulder. his hands squeezed at your skin, pulling you further against him. you groaned softly as his boner pressed against you ass through his leather pants. "you feel what you do to me? dressed like that?" he asked after hearing your groan.
thats where your demeanor changed. you were pretty sure you werent the only girl he was hooking up with but he was making damn sure that he was the only man you were with. it was getting old. why did he think he could limit you to only him and he could do whatever he wanted?
in reality, that wasnt the case at all. slash had stopped hooking up with other girls after the first night you stayed with him. you'd probably hooked up 6 or 7 times prior but he asked you stay the night since it was 3 in the morning. you ended up talking about his snakes and the fact that you had a bird (he thought that was 'fucking cool'). he thought you were awesome and you were everything he wanted in a girl.
you were respectable, nice, beautiful and best of all, an absolute nymphomaniac. he hadnt actually had sex another girl for nearly two months. but you didnt know that.
your eyebrows flatten out into an emotionless expression. "yeah? is it from me or the other girls you been feeling up all night?" you asked before abruptly pulling away and walking off to the bar.
his shoulders fell, eyes widening as they followed your retreating figure. yeah he had talked with a few others girls earlier and yeah hed been a little handsy with all of them but he didnt actually touch them touch them.
he tried to find you un the sea of people before finally spotting you with a glass of whiskey. he sat down next to you, needing to explain but you spoke before him. "dont start, it isnt fair for you to be able to do whatever you want and then you keep other men from being able to talk to me."
"i swear, i havent hooked up with another girl either-" he frantically starts but you cut him off.
"sure," you hummed unconvinced as you search the bar for a man that could at least somewhat measure up to slash's looks.
"i promise. i only had my arm around her, my hand was on her thigh for maybe 5 minutes, i swear," he pleaded.
you hummed again, still not looking at him. you honed in on some guy across the room, he was pretty good looking. he had olive skin and dark short hair, dark eyes and he was holding a beer bottle. (if yall can guess who this is...)
just as you went to slip off the bar stool and go talk to him, slash grabbed your wrist. "whats wrong?"
"i dont know what your talking about, im fine," you brush off but the skin on skin contact set your arm ablaze. instead of going to the man though, you made a beeline to the door.
and slash quickly followed.
"hey!" he called, jogging up behind you to keep up with your quick pace. instead, you just sped up and held your arms tighter, trying to find some warmth in the cold of the night air.
but when he called again, finally getting up next to you, you had no choice but to respond. "i dont want to see you anymore, now just leave me alone," you say firmly before feebly adding, "please." your eyes stung with tears but you had to try to keep them at bay until you got home.
as you go to turn away, he grabs your elbow. "whats wrong?"
"nothing," you respond weekly, trying to tug your arm away but ultimately failing.
with the fixed look he was sending you, you knew he was far from believing you. your expression was flooded with defeat. "neither of us are going anywhere until you tell me what is wrong."
"you wanna know whats wrong?" your voice broke as you tried to muster up to get the words out. when he nodded, you continued. "i love you, thats whats wrong." a tear slipped down your cheek as you finally admitted it.
