Scömìche One-Shots

Don't Lead Me On Pt. 2

I stepped into my apartment, inhaling deeply and taking in the scent of the numerous flowers I was receiving every day. I didn't even need air freshener at this point- my house always smelled like the abundance of flowers that I happened to have in my household. 

I was going out with Kirstie and Jeremy later to a club, and I was excited. I was well aware that I was going to be a third wheel upon joining them, but I'd promised myself to get out of their hair after spending a little bit of time with them. I decided to take a shower, since I'd had a long day at the law firm. Being the secretary of the CEO didn't seem that bad, but it was challenging since I had only recently been upgraded from an unpaid intern. I didn't always want to be involved in law; hell, I'd had dreams of becoming a musician or an artist or something that would allow me to use my creativity and expand my horizons... but it had been short lived. I was turned down many, many times, and I finally decided to pursue something promising. Something that would ensure stability. I went back to college, and now I was a part time student and employee. 

As I stepped into the shower, I thought about what could have been. 

Being turned down by companies and other sorts hadn't been what pushed me to stop pursuing my creative side. If anything, they encouraged me because I was confident that one day someone would see my talent and then I'd move away from the brick wall I'd encountered. 

Matthias Jameson. 

An older man that I met at the gym, on one of the rare occasions that I actually went. He was beautiful, and he immediately caught my eye. According to the smirk he threw my way when we made eye contact, I had probably caught his eye too. As I moved to the long line of treadmills, I saw him following me out of the corner of my eye and I felt smug as I started the treadmill and warmed up by speedwalking. He set down his water bottle and towel and turned on his treadmill too. I took this as a chance to check him out, and boy, was I not disappointed. 

He was tall and muscular, with a full beard and surprisingly light eyes, which seemed to be both green and brown. Upon closer look, I realized that he was a ginger and I bit my lip slightly.  A delicious ginger man? Yes please... I thought. He grinned flirtatiously at me, and I caught sight of beautiful pearly white teeth behind plump lips. I adjusted my fringe and looked away, thinking that he hadn't caught me staring but secretly hoping he had. 

"So, do you come here often?" He asked me, turning up the speed a little on his treadmill and began jogging lightly, meanwhile flashing me a dazzling smile. 

I laughed. "You caught me. I don't, actually," I said, smiling sheepishly. He nodded thoughtfully. 

"I figured as much," He replied, and I was about to scowl when he followed up with: "If I'd seen you around, I probably would've remembered such a cute boy." I blushed slightly, but I was smug. He was interested, and I faced him, taking another chance to rake my eyes over his gorgeous body. I caught sight of his arms, and I felt my jaw drop slightly. He was rugged, and that was a huge turn on for me. 

"Why thank you, I could say the same about you," I told him, winking. It was his turn to blush, and I smiled proudly at having caused the beautiful color on his pale but tanned skin. We simultaneously turned up the speed on our separate treadmills, and we chuckled at that. My legs were beginning to hurt a little bit, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. On the other hand, the mysterious beautiful stranger seemed just fine and was looking up at the tv that was in front of the treadmills. 

 "So, Donald Trump huh? The names Matthias, by the way," He said, and I looked at him and realized he was smiling jokingly. I rolled my eyes, adjusting my fringe again and cringing inwardly at the sweat on my forehead. 

"Mitch. Tell me about it," I said, trying to divert attention from my sweaty face. His jogging seemed to be taking a toll on him too, but he was still going at it and I admired his glistening arms and strong legs that kept him at a steady jog. 

He laughed then, and slowed down his treadmill to a walk. I did the same and glanced at the time in my phone, gasping when I realized that we'd spent 30 minutes on the treadmill. That was more than I would have ever done on my own, and I laughed in amazement. He looked at me curiously, and I shook my head. He shrugged and turned off the treadmill, reaching for his water and drying his head. I copied his actions and we both walked over to a bench, sitting down directly next to each other. 

"So would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked me, and I could trace a bit of shyness in his voice. I raised one eyebrow. 

"How romantic," I said teasingly. And I watched his face fall. He went to stand up and I grabbed his arm. "For the record, I would love to go on a date with you. I think seeing you when I'm not all sweaty will be nice for a change." He smirked. 

"I don't know, seeing you sweat is pretty sexy. Besides, I can think of other ways to make you sweat..." He told me, laughing when I swatted at his abdomen. I scowled playfully and walked away. I grinned smugly when he caught up to me and grabbed my arm. 

"What, no goodbye hug?" He asked, pouting but I could tell that he was being playful. 

"Not when I look and smell like th-" I was cut off my him wrapping his arms around me, and I playfully sighed in annoyance before hugging him back. I was astonished when he still smelled wonderfully, especially since he had probably worked out harder than I had. I wonder if he'd still smell this good after working out hard with me... I thought, and pushed that thought to the side. 

"Can I get your number?" He asked me, pulling out his phone. I smiled and nodded, typing in my name as "Mitch" with a purple heart emoji. I typed my number in too, and handed it back to him. He smiled. "I'll text you," He promised, pocketing his phone. 

"You'd better," I told him, giving him a pointed look. We parted ways, and I headed back to my apartment, hungry in more ways than one. 

~

After that, we went on one date, then two, then three and many more. He was an absolute gentleman, and always treated me like a princess. He supported my pursuit of art(in whatever form it would come to me), and I discovered that he was currently taking over his father's business. That meant that he was rich, and he showered me with gifts and money and only the finest dining that Los Angeles had to offer. He promised to use his connections to try and jump start my career, and for once in my life, things looked promising for me. 

But no love story can occur without a catch. 

I should have run away the first time I caught him in bed with someone else... and it wasn't a man. But he ran after me, promising me that he still loved me, he was simply polysexual but that didn't mean that he didn't cherish me and love me and care about me. He made it up to me the very next day, taking me out to my favorite restaurant and telling me that he had strong feelings for me, but he just happened to not conform to exclusivity. 

I, of course, was also a huge supporter of the LGBT community so if I supported other sexualities except the one my boyfriend partook in? That would be hypocritical and cruel. Therefore, I put on a brave face and told him that I would support him. 

And then one day, I realized why he didn't drink at restaurants, social events, or even during our time alone. Matthias was a recovering alcoholic, and his close friend, Jeremy, explained that to me one day when my boyfriend had spontaneously begun to drink at a bar, having one then another then another.  He cautioned me to be careful with him and just try to get him into a bed. He offered to just take Matthias with him, but I refused, not wanting to seem weak. 

That's when Matthias' abuse surfaced. Verbal, physical and emotional.