Si Vis Amari Ama

Prologue

I read the clock on the nightstand, showing that it was five-fifty am.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Tony, the guy I met last night at the frat party, sound asleep. Remembering back to last night, at least the memories I could remember,

I had a couple drinks and started dancing on the dance floor. That's when someone—who I later learned to be Tony—grabbed my hips from behind and I started to grind on him on instinct. I guess he was pleased with my dancing, so he whispered to me to go with him to a room. I wasn't gonna lie myself, he was pretty hot.

Of course, I didn't object, so we found a room not being used and started a heated make out session. One thing led to another and we found ourselves naked on the bed. He had a really tight grip and was so dominant. I didn't feel like being the dominant one at the moment, so I let him take over the reins. He was a good size, but, I've had better.

Trying to slip out of bed quietly, I picked up my clothes and put them back on. It was pretty easy to do since I made sure that after we had sex, that we didn't cuddle or spoon or whatever. I'm not looking to put myself into a relationship anytime soon, I'm actually very far from that at the moment. I don't do that cheesy shit; nope, just not for me.

I put my hair in a ponytail—wanting more than ever to take a shower at home—and put my shoes on. I didn't bother to leave my phone number, because uh, why would I need to? Not like I'll hook up with him again. That's not how I do things.

Passing by some rooms, I heard some people still going at it. All I could do was just chuckle quietly and head to the parking lot. I entered my BMW 320i Sedan and drove off to find the nearest Starbucks to get a hot chocolate since I didn't feel like really waking up with coffee yet. I went though the drive thru and went to Yum Yum Donuts to get a glazed donut.

I got home and it was so silent. Huh, I guess Manda hasn't got here yet to do the laundry.

I hung my keys on the key holder and went upstairs to my room. Finally reaching the shower and getting it ready, I took my pj's that were thrown onto my desk chair. I took a long, relaxing shower and brushed my teeth. Changed into my pj's, I laid down, seeing my phone showcasing unsaved numbers texting me.

I figured they were past hook ups that found my number so I quickly scanned them to see what things they were begging for. Then when I saw that one of those texts were from him, I froze.

I thought he said he didn't want to remember me?

He told me I was a kid, that I wasn't being serious in our relationship. That things would never work out because I had a bad life style and I could never leave it. He even told me that eventually it would happen while we were together. He left me heartbroken and feeling stupid, yet he's reaching me to meet up?

Left speechless, I didn't know what to think. He hated me for my past and my present hobby. I told him it would be my past if we wanted to be something. At least, I would try to stop.

But he always had that voice telling him, making him think I was going to cheat on him. So he never fully trusted me.

Yes, I could have loved him, but I don't want to give into the thought because that's not how I do things. I fuck and move onto the next. I don't get hooked onto anyone. But he fucked it all up. He came into my life and I'm sure I completely hate him for it.

Before I met him, I was bitch and I had the balls to do things people couldn't. I lived life to the fullest. Yeah, I slept with more guys than I can count, but I live like tomorrow is the last day of my life. Which could technically happen, but that's besides the point.