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⚠️SMUT. DADDY KINK. CHOKING. DEGRADATION. PRAISE. DIRTY TALK. OVERSTIMULATION. NAME CALLING. HAIR PULLING. MENTION OF BLOOD⚠️

"Baby?" Shit. I can never just run away without having to face my problems. Or should I say problem? I don't know.

"Yes?" I mumbled before I turned around to face him. My eyes widened seeing him in nothing but a towel. Water was dripping off of him, it made him look so freaking sexy.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he motioned towards my bag.

"I was just grabbing my things. I didn't want to bother you." A small frown fell upon his lips before he looked away.

"Are you sleeping with Tristan?" I nodded slowly before looking down at my shoes. This is so weird.

"Right. Uh, Goodnight Kali." Fuck this.

"Brandon," He looked at me and titled his head.

"Why are you mad at me?" He looked confused before he came over to me. He grabbed my bag and sat it aside before he cupped my cheek.

"You know I could never be mad at you." It doesn't feel that way.

"You haven't said a word to me all day. You've basically ignored me this whole time. Look, if you mad about last night I-"

"I'm not."

"Then why are you acting like that?!" I'm so frustrated. I just don't understand what's going on. He says he's not mad about this but he's not explaining what he's mad about.

"Sit down." I shook my head and pulled away from him.

"Brandon I-"

"Sit down." He said, his tone suggested that I had about three seconds before he made me sit down.

I didn't want to, but I walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. I just want to go to sleep. I don't want to talk anymore.

"Can you give me a second to put some clothes on?" I nodded and messed with my shirt. He went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I thought about running and locking myself and Tristan's room but that seems childish. I'm just nervous this isn't gonna go the way I want it to.

I know I'm being so whiny right now but this is bothering me so freaking much. There's so many possibilities as to what he could want, and a lot of those might not have anything to do with ME.

What if he wants to get with Hilary again. I mean, as much as I hate to say it, she's pretty. I wish she wasn't it would be much easier to dislike her but she's genuinely pretty. She just has an ugly attitude which makes her atrocious.

"Baby," I looked uo hearing B. He had dried off and slid on a pair of boxers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not upset with you." He said softly before he came over and sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him.

"I just....I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I never meant to hurt you, baby. You know I'd never hurt you like that. I love you too fucking much to let you go." He said before he pulled me up onto his lap. I bit my lip as he gripped my waist.