Danger Prone

Two Truths And A Lie

Hey! Sorry it's been so long with writing this chapter, my sister surprise visited me from college and I've been spending the week with her. Hopefully, this chapter was worth the wait!!

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I just stared at him. He didn't even budge. He looked a lot different from when I saw him last, more... disheveled.

Before he could say anything, I attempted to push past him but he positioned his large body so that it blocked the doorway. I huffed out a breath of frustration and turned my head away from him.

"What do you want?" I crossed my arms defensively and he cocked his head.

"Looking for Jake," he replied coolly.

"Jake left about ten minutes ago, looking for you."

His dark eyes narrowed at me and then he chuckled.

"Alright, I lied. Jake's out in the car, I came to get you."

"To get me?"

He gave me the "duh" look and crossed his arms.

"Well I'm not going anywhere with you, I'm done playing your games Cristiano."

His eyes seemed to glimmer and the corners of his mouth turned up into the smuggest smirk I'd ever seen.

"Games?" He asked coyly. "I'm not sure I understand what you're saying mi amore."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're freakin bipolar man! You're all sweet and nice to me one second, and then the next, you're the spawn of Satan!" I stomped my foot to further my point.

He laughed and shook his head as he unbuttoned his black blazer. Underneath he wore a white dress shirt that practically clung to his chest. Did this man purposely wear skin-tight shirts? Or did he just like to show off his beautiful muscles?

"How does everyone put up with you Ava?"

I rolled my eyes and fought back a grin.

"Not everyone is as difficult like you," I replied.

He watched me as I poured the milk into my Captain Crunch and tried not to laugh when I spilled some.

"Once you're finished eating, I need you to come with me."

I looked up with with a mouth of cereal.

"No," I groaned. "I am not playing your stupid games, Cristiano! I'm not going anywhere with you, I am staying right here!" I stomped my foot to prove my point.

"Ava," he warned.

I held my hand up to keep him from speaking.

"No Cristiano! I need you to stop acting like you like me! Sometimes you seem like you like me and then other times, you act like you want to slice my throat!"

"Ava," he said a bit louder.

"Oh, don't you 'Ava' me! I swear to god that you are bipolar! I don't know what I am to you, but I am sick of being your fuck buddy! You know how guys get blue balls? Well, every time you fuck me or eat me out, I'm left with a blue pussy! Or whatever the equivalent to blue balls is!"

He just stared at me.

"Are you finished?" he solicited.

"Yes," I huffed.

"Good," He stood up and buttoned up his blazer. "Now that you're done, we have places to be."

He took my hand and tried to lead me out the door when I pulled back.