Growling under her breath, Morgan felt the anger fume inside of her, her stomach churn and the hairs on her neck stand. Never in her life had she felt so hot with embarrassment. Taking one last look, careful to keep her anger down to a minimum, so that she wouldn't sock one on him, Morgan pressed her hands to the air, before turning on the heels of her shoes and pushing her way past everyone, exiting the club all together.
"Take me back." She hissed, her adrenaline pumping, her veins showing as the driver in the car nodded his head. Getting inside the car, Morgan slammed the door shut behind her, not looking back as she tried to calm herself down on the way to the house.
Once he had parked in the reserved parking spot, Morgan pushed the door open almost practically pulling the door apart as she shut it closed behind her, her heels clicking against the pavement as she opened the door to the house and walked inside.
Taking deep breaths, Morgan clenched and un-clenched her fists, breathing through her nose as she gritted her teeth together. "Son of a bitch!" She screamed on the top of her lungs, walking over to the coffee table as she grabbed the empty glass standing there before chucking it and across the room, where it shattered into a million pieces.
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The night had grown young and Justin had decided to take a hike and go home. The club had grown with more and more people as the minutes passed, the music louder and the smell stronger. Nodding for the guys to go on with him, he couldn't help but gush about what had happened on the dance floor, back when Morgan was here.
"I had her so good, we were close to fucking on the dance floor - that is," He turned to look back at them, a smirk on his lips. "I pulled away and announced my win."
Grasping the back of his neck as James pushed up on his back, pushing and pulling him with a smile on his face, cheering him as they all joined in.
"Where's the car?" Justin furrowed his brows as immediately his smile withdrew and in came a frown. "That bitch." He muttered, his hands clawing into his hair in aggravation before pulling away and grabbing his phone from his jacket.
Back at the house, Morgan paced the floors of her room, thinking of all the ways she could get him back without punching him square in the jaw. Chewing on her bottom lip, Morgan groaned to herself, suddenly growing tired and irritated with all of this.
Though before she could think straight, Morgan heard the engine of the car outside rumble and she knew, she was in for it now. Running over to the window, Morgan pulled the curtains apart, her eyes settling on the moving car slowly driving out of the driveway.
Shit. Justin was coming back home.
“I'm going to kill that bitch with my bare hands!" Justin growled, his eyes darkening as he strutted out of the car and onto the sidewalk, James following behind as he grasped Justins bicep.
"Woah, chill out man. Don't do anything you'll regret."
"That dumb bitch took my car -"
"She didn't take it. Technically Henry drove her." James intervened, slowly letting him go as Justin calmed down.
"Whose side are you on anyways?" Justin spat, his hands on his hips as he thought things through.
"There are no sides. You started this game man, it's up to you to finish it. She has every right to get upset. You need to chill and relax. She got you and you got her, just leave it at that. Will you?" James slowly explained, growing frustrated.
"I guess you're right." Justin ran a hand through his hair, walking away as he entered the house, his gaze soon landing on the shattered glass, but no Morgan around. "Damn," He breathed out.
"She sure as hell was angry." James finished for him as he looked over the area, biting down on his lip, his eyes wide. "That girl sure as hell got a lot of rage."
Speaking no more, Justin merely just walked away as he made his way up the stairs and into his room, passing by Morgan's without a word. Closing his door shut behind him, Justin tugged on his shirt, throwing it on the floor before making his way into the bathroom.
Removing his pants and boxers and he threw them in a pile on the floor before making his way into the shower and turning it on, the hot water pressing on him as he let out a sigh of relief.
Today sure as hell was crazy. . . But the night's still young.
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Coming out of the steamy shower, Justin wrapped a towel around his lower torso as he used another towel to dry his damp curls. Licking his lips together, Justin looked himself in the mirror as he sighed deeply.
What in the world did he bring himself into?
Shaking his head, Justin opened the door to exit the bathroom and as he did so while closing the door behind him, he began to make his way to his dresser went he caught a glimpse of a lid down figure on his bed. "Sweet Jesus. . ."
"Why, hello Nicholas." Morgan purred, her eyes flicking over to lock with Justin's as she gazed towards him in such a way, it made goose bumps rise on the skin of his arms.
Quickly shaking his head as he realized this was all just a game, Justin snapped out of his trance as he looked away and towards the shelves that held his clothes. "What do you want Morgan?"
"Oh nothing." She sat up. "Thought I'd stop by. . ." She stood up before slowly beginning to make her way over to him.
Glancing back, he saw the length of her legs and the exposed of her breasts from the small robe held tight against her body, causing Justin's member to effectuate itself. "And what?"
Wrapping her arms around from behind him, Morgan began running her hands up and down his bare chest. "Have fun." She leant on the tip of her toes, brushing her lips against his ear. "If that's alright with you."
Feeling the heat rise to his neck, Justin kept himself to a minimum value before he lost control as he gripped her hands. "No."
"Oh come on Justy. . ." She took his ear into her mouth, sucking on it before biting down against it. "I know you want to."
Leaning his head back, Justin turned around, coming face to face with her as he felt her hot breath clash against his lips. "Do you really find me to be this stupid?"
"I find it funny how you always say that." She responded back, biting down on her lip as she brushed her bottom half against his. "Stop fighting it. I know you want to. . ."
Smirking to himself, Justin quickly grasped her hips causing a gasp to leave Morgan’s lips as he slammed her against the drawers. Dropping his head down so that it fit within the space between her shoulder and neck, he began laying soft kisses on her flesh as he traveled up to her ear. "You want me?" He pulled away to glance at her eyes. "You can have me." He brought his face dangerously close to hers, their lips just mere centimeters apart. "But not like this."
