No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

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Jasmine pov

I rolled over onto my side, panting, and pulled myslef off of Anthony , moaning as he brushed my over-sensitive Gspot. Then I pulled myself in towards him again, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

"Jasmine ," He moaned. "That was..."

"Amazing?"

"Much more than amazing," He sighed. "I love you," He said again.

"Y-you do?" I said.

"Well, yeah... and apparently, you do too."

"Yeah, but, I ... only said that in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it."

Anthony's omnipresent smirk faded away. "Oh."

I felt horrible.

"But... thats how it was for you too, right? I mean, you don't love me. We hate each other."

"Yeah, sure."

"You... you don't hate me. Do you?"

" I can't lie, Jas . Girl ,I like you a lot.Love you, even. And ... well, when you said it first, I went ahead and said it too."

I stopped breathing. He loved me. Oh shit.

"How long have you loved me for?"

"Can I confess something?"

More confessions? Great. "S-sure..."

"My girlfriend didn't break up with me. I broke up with her."

"You told me she dumped you." I said, wriggling out of his embrace, sitting up, feeling betrayed. I'd only agreed to this because I could sympathise with him. I knew how he felt. We had something in common. I'd let him use my body for his pleasure - and vice versa. And this whole time, he'd been planning it, lying to me, just to get some.

"Well, yeah . . . but, Jas , I've liked you for a long time now, and . . . I've tried to get over you, trust me, I have, but the first time I had sex with Kendall, my ex, I tried to focus on her, I really did, but I kept picturing you, not her. You moaning my name, You begging me to go faster, harder, and the first few minutes I started picturing you, I came like a rocket. Then, I decided to probably lay off sex till' I was sure I could moan out the right name - but thats just it, Jas . Its not just sex. Not for me, anyway. And . . . I know lied to you, but I just thought, if I had to go another day with only fantasies and not the real thing, I was going to go bat shit crazy."

"So what are we supposed to do now?"

"Well . . . Its obvious you don't love me. Not like I love you. So . . . "

"NO! You know what, Anthony , just shut the fuck up. You used me. You lied, and you used me, just to get sex. If you really loved me, you'd tell me the truth. Not that I care, because I do not feel any emotion for you whatsoever. I hate you, Anthony . With a passion."

Angry tears started to pour out of my eyes. He nodded, and got out of my bed slowly and silently, then bent down to pick up his clothes. I stayed in my bed, watching him as he pulled on each item of clothing.

When he was dressed, he spoke. "I know it might feel like I used you, Jasmine , but . . . please, just try to understand-"

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Actually, who am I kidding? I hope you fall down the fucking stairs too."

He grimaced, then walked over to my bedroom door. "Jasmine ?"

"What?"

"Did you have a good time? Tonight?"

I scowled at him. "It was fucking delightful. Now get the hell out of my room."

He nodded, then crept away.

When I was sure he was gone, I lept out of my bed and into the shower. And then, only then did I let myself breakdown. I cried, and cried until I was sure I'd used up most of my bodily fluids. I scrubbed everywhere ferociously, wanting to remove every trace of him from my body. I felt used. Dirty. Tainted.

After I'd finished, I wrapped a towel around myself, then walked back into my room, and put on a black cami and my pajama bottoms, then picked up my phone, and rang Renée .

After three rings, she picked up.

"Jazzy ?"

"Yeah, hey, Re." I said horsely. I'd been screaming way too much.

"Y - you okay?"

"No."

"Jas, do you want me to come over?" She whispered, concern evident in her voice.

"Yes."

"I'll be there in five. Leave your door open."

"'Kay."
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"Wait, let me get this straight, Andy dumped you, then you had sex with Anthony Ramos !"

I sniffed. "Pretty much," Renée had arrived about ten minutes ago. I'd used that time to remove all traces of Anthony from my room. When I'd told her, she'd been . . . well, speechless.

"Why?"

"Did you watch that Justin Timberlake movie? Friends With Benfits?"

"So... you two are friends? With benefits?"

"Well,we would be if Anthony didn't have to muck it up with his emotions."

"What emotions?"

"He loves me, apparently."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back the fuck up. Anthony loves you? As in - love loves you?"

"Y - yeah."

"Wow."

"I know."

"So . . .thats gonna make the sex thing awkward, right?"

"There is no sex thing. Me and Anthony are never having sex ever again. This time was a mistake-"

"Why is it a mistake?"

"Because, he told me he'd gotten dumped too. Thats the only reason I agreed to this. Because we were both in the same postion. Both heartbroken. Today, after we had sex, he told me that he'd never actually gotten dumped. He dumped her."

"Ouch. Jas ?"

"Mm?"

"Do you . . .ya'know, like him back?"

I stared at her. "Shut up!"

"No, really, because . . . why do you care so much that he lied to you? Isn't it about the sex, the sex and only the sex? Thats how this is supposed to work, right? So him lying shouldn't be a problem."

"Yeah it should!"

"Why?"

"Because . . . B- because . . . I don't know, it just is!"

"Because you love him?" She said softly. "Jas, if you didn't love him, you wouldn't have cared about him lying. As long as the sex is good, who cares about that shit? But you do care that he lied to you, because he loves you, and you love him."

Huh.

"I do?"

"I think you do."

"You're crazy," I said. "I hate him. With a passion."

Renée nodded, "Whatever you say... So..."

"So..?"

"Is Anthony good in bed?"

I smiled against my will. "Hes amazing," I admitted.

Preview of next chapter :
"I hate you," I whispered, while he kissed my neck, biting on my collarbonae. I shivered. " I hate you so fucking much..." "Liar," He whispered back, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I gasped. "I'm n- not lying . . ." "You are," He said, moving his hand further south. "Because," He rubbed my clit in slow cirlces while I bucked against his hand. "If you really did hate me . ." He plunged a finger into me. "Why are you letting this happen? Again?"