Till Death Do Us Part{Book 3} *Completed* (Old Version) Being renewed

Here We Go Again

Nathalie Paris as both Summer & Winter, I love her. She's so gorgeous.

{Chapter Nineteen} "Angry sex is amazing." I rolled over the other side of the bed with Khalid slumping above me, his head between my cleavage. "Definitely." Khalid mumbled back in response as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Can we stay like this forever?" He looked up at me and gave me a smile.

"I'd love to but I have to go to training." I pouted my lips at him and gave him the puppy eyes. He hovered above me and smooch my lips. "Not going to help." He responded back moving away from me and stood up, giving me a nice view of his behind as he put his clothes back on.

I sat up on the bed and wrapped the sheets around me as I kneeled toward the edge of the bed, my hand supporting my weight and the other holding the sheets still as I leaned forward. He turned around after putting his shirt on and slipped his arms in the short sleeves, leaning down to kiss me on my lips. 

"I'll call you when I'm done training okay?" He brushed my hair back and caressed my face as I nodded my head at him. "Okay, I need to go to work later tho. I have a photoshoot at five." He dropped the hand on my face and leaned up straight with a sigh.

"Don't you think you should calm down a bit? You went to the gym already now you have a photoshoot too? You're not going." Khalid shook his head seriously with a shrug and I looked at him with knitted eyebrows.

"What? It doesn't even make sense. I won't do anything, just pose for some pictures." I argued back as I got out of the bed to stand up in front of him, my hand holding the sheets in a tight grip.

"You're not going. You wanted to be a cheerleader okay, you wanted to be a model okay, you wanted to go to the gym okay I have no problem with that but don't abuse this privilege." I parted my lips as I shook my head in disbelieve. Is he tripping? I think he is.

"You can't forbid me to do anything! You are not my father." I shouted at him with pinned arm on my side as I glared at him. "But I'm your mate, and I want what's the best for you and this isn't." He replied back firmly without leaving room for discussion.

"Well I don't care if you think that's the best for me. I'm not a child for you to tell me what to do and what not to." I turned around with a huff and strolled toward the bathroom but he snatched my upper arm in a tight grip.

"Are we seriously arguing about this again?" He asked me exhaustedly and sighed as he looked at me defeated. "Yes, yes we're arguing about this again." I asked shakily as I yanked my arm away from his grip and held back the tears. "You guys think that it's simple like that but it's not. It doesn't matter if I work my ass off or sit back and do nothing. I'm still going to die at the end, so it doesn't matter."

I broke down again, like I've been doing these few days. They like to see me like this, broken and vulnerable. "I give up, I can't do this. I can't live a life like this. Just let me die."

"Let you die?" Khalid replied taken back for what I just said and scoffed. "And you say you're not being selfish. You think only about yourself, you talk about dying like you don't have anyone. Like you're alone in this."

"Khalid...."

"No, you said enough." Khalid said after I tried to speak. "You know what? Do want you want. I'm done trying. Do you think you're the only one hurting? I'm going to lose my mate, how do you think that makes me feel?"

"Please don't leave." I stepped forward but he took a step back, shaking his head with a scoff as he turned around. "Khalid I'm sorry." I cracked out as the tears coated my vision and I shakily put my fingers over my lips and pressed them together to hold in the sobs that were threatening to escape my throat.