Lust or Love?

Chapter 9

The next few days passed very slowly. Beau was always busy with meetings for The Janoskians or making videos with them so we hadn't seen each other in nearly a week. It felt weird how distanced we became in just several days. Meanwhile, I'd been spending my time working, cleaning, and losing sleep. My new job at Tropical Smoothie, while I loved it, was taking up a good amount of my day since I was hired full-time. Once I was off work I'd go home and clean, mainly because I had nothing else to occupy my time. I'd go to bed only to wake up early and do it all over again. Enough to say, I was bored and Beau-deprived.

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Saturday morning came and for the first time this week I didn't have any obligations at all today. I gladly slept in until noon, catching up on my sleep schedule. I poured some cereal and grabbed my phone, thinking of inviting Beau over to hangout. My mom had come home for a few days but had left again for more "business conferences". She said she'd be gone for several weeks so that left me alone in the house for a while. Originally I thought this would be very convenient for Beau and I, since we wouldn't have to worry about my mom being around if we wanted to get a little "friendly" with each other. But the only good thing that's come out of it so far is that I don't have her nagging me when I eat take out instead of a homemade meal. Yay.

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To Beau:
Hey babe! You got any plans today?(:

From Beau:
Hello gorgeous<3 nah I'm free all day I was hoping you'd wanna hangout? :)

To Beau:
Ah finally! I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever :( I have the house to myself for the next few weeks so you're welcome to come and go as you please(;

From Beau:
Oooooh that sounds very enticing(; I'll be there in 15

To Beau:
Can't wait<3

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That means I had 15 minutes to make myself look fantastic before he showed up. Who knows what we'd be doing once he got here, and I wanted to look good especially since we haven't been together in a while. I loosely curled a few strands of hair and threw on some natural makeup. I grabbed my light wash denim shorts that flattered my ass noticeably well and paired them with a lacy white tank and my loose lavender cardigan. I thought I looked quite pretty for something I tossed together in 15 minutes.

A heard a knock at the door and dashed to open it. My heart did a little flip as I laid eyes on him. Hotter than I remembered in his blue tank and black shorts, sporting a backwards snapback.

I bit my lip as I checked him over and landed back on his eyes, "Hi."

He seemed to be doing to same thing as I waited for his eyes to reach back up to mine as well. "Hey beautiful."

"Well come in," I giggled and moved out of the way so he could step in.

He was a foot in the door when we pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. "I've missed you loads."

I squeezed him back, "Missed you more."

He leaned in to kiss me gently, his soft lips just barely pressing on to mine and then pulling back, just out of kissing-distance. "That's impossible," he smiled and kissed me again, this time full of the passion and intensity he had been holding back originally. God I missed this.

"So what'd you have in mind for today?" I asked him, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the couch in the living room.

"Whatever you'd like to do, Evy. I've just missed being able to sit and relax with you by my side," he formed a pout with his mouth and I giggled. He was so adorable when he did that.

"Well," I began, "the house is ours--we could just find something to do here...." I flashed him a sexy smile and batted my lashes.

"I like where this is going," he smirked and immediately went into a deep, passionate kiss on my neck.

I let out a slight moan and that was all he needed. He slammed my back on the couch and pounced on me, throwing off his hat and coming back to my lips where he remained for quite a while, roughly making out with me. He sat up and yanked off his shirt, and I seized the opportunity in this break to do the same. He swiftly came back to his straddle on top of me. His eyes widened at my hot pink lace bra and devoted his attention to kissing my collarbone and down to my chest. He wrapped his hands around towards my back and cleanly undid the clasps, slowly pulling off my bra. He smirked and dove in.

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"What do you mean 'no big deal'!" I screamed through the flood of tears rushing down my face. "You had sex with her! The fact that you even were looking at her in that way is wrong, much less the fact that you actually put your dirty thoughts into action!" I was beyond fed up. How could he do this to me. I didn't understand what I did to cause this.

*flashback*

Beau was showering in the next room (he'd gotten pretty into the sex) and I was scrolling through twitter on the couch.

"@BrooksBeau I had a great time the other day(; maybe we should hookup again sometime... xxx ;)"

What the fuck? I knew this had to be some fan who just wanted attention, but it made me start to panic a bit. I clicked on her profile and started looking through it. After a few minutes of solid creeping, I found out she lived relatively close and saw pictures of her with Beau and the rest of the Janoskians crew. They were obviously at some night club and were probably drunk. But more important than that, why THE FUCK was my Beau drunk and at a club taking pictures and "hooking up" with this slut?!

I banged on the bathroom door, growing more and more impatient with every second I had to wait for an explanation. "Yeah babe?" Oh his little innocent tone was almost too good.

"Hey, uhh, when you get out I gotta question for you," I tried to sound as cordial as possible, saving my fury for when I could yell at him face-to-face.

"Be right out!" He yelled as he shut off the water. I waited anxiously on the couch for him to come out. How would I even bring this up to him? Just flat-out ask why he was with this girl at a club? It was stressing me out just confronting him.

My thoughts were interrupted when he walked in the room. God, why'd he have to come out wrapped only in a towel? It was hard for me to be angry when he looked so tempting. The pictures on twitter flashed through my mind and I completely forgot about his looks. I was PISSED.

"Care to explain who 'LittleMissJess' is and why there's pictures of you and her drunk at a club on twitter? And why she mentions you mates HOOKING UP in a tweet?" I gave him a venomous smile as I slowly but strongly raised my voice at him.

He was frozen with panic; the blood drained out of his face. "Uh-oh-um-," he began shakily, trying to find his voice. "About-about that..." He struggled to find the words to say. "Look, once I explain to you everything that happened you'll see it was no big deal-"

I cut him off, fed up with the bullshit small talk. I could feel my eyes stinging as they filled with tears, "What do you mean 'no big deal'?!"