Young God

Gimme a Fuckin' Break

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He chalked the pounding up to just another hangover. But then it never stopped and he'd gone to bed sober the night before. Though there was no actual headache, he presumed he wouldn't dodge one completely.

"Open this fucking door! I know your cheating ass is in there!"

She wouldn't go away until he faced her.

"I'm not going anywhere until you come out here and face me like a man!"

Harry sighed and rolled out of bed, shirtless, disoriented and irritated. He made his way to the front door through half-closed eyes. He yanked open the door just as she raised her hand to bang her fist against it some more. "Nina, what the hell are you doing here?"

Nina gave him a shove and let herself in, brushing past as his eyes fully closed. "Where is the bitch?"

"I assure you there's no bitch here," he grunted, closing the door behind her before someone reported yet another noise complaint to the landlord. He didn't bring his partners back to his home. Nina had been the exception and he regretted that daily. He followed as she stalked through the apartment, pulling open doors and checking corners. "Even if there was one, what difference would it make?"

"None, I guess, since you can't be faithful," she said, planting her knee against a couch cushion to lean forward and check behind the furniture.

"I never cheated on you. When we dated two goddamned months ago," Harry reminded her, the daze clearing, instantly replaced with sheer exasperation. "You have got to let this shit go. Frankly, you were settling." She was a stunning girl and insecure as all hell, a disastrous combination. They had only dated a few months and clearly she'd grown more attached than he had.

Nina scoffed and shook her head as she stomped toward the bedroom. Infuriated after discovering the room was indeed bitch-less, she spun around, eyes on fire. "So I guess you kicked her out earlier than usual?"

Nina's behavior had baffled him for the duration of their relationship and she'd kept it fresh on his mind since they'd called it quits. Showing up at his house, his job, even going so far as to spray paint a scathing message on the Ducati.

She'd been smart enough to make herself scarce for a while following that incident. He might have actually killed her and she sort of believed it, too. They'd had their fun; it was over and she hated it, as she never hesitated to say.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath as he fought the urge to shout back.  He stared her square in the eye, neither flinching as Nina crossed her arms and waited for an answer that didn't exist. His tone even, he finally spoke. "You are actually fucking insane. My dick is far from the only one in town, please go find another one."

"Yours is my favorite, though," Nina said, carefully moving toward him, her lower lip protruding as he raised his hands, refusing to allow her to lessen their proximity. To say their physical compatibility was top tier was an unfortunate truth. Resisting her had rarely been easy. She looked up at him, her features softening as their eyes met.

"It's seven in the morning. I have to get ready for work. Maybe we can talk about this later," he lied, with full intent to dodge her for days to come. That was one thing he'd loved about her. How pliable she'd become on those occasions when he'd tell her anything she needed to hear.