beauty behind the madness | the weeknd

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3 days later

Rose

I lie back against the couch and stretch my legs out, flicking through the tv channels. It's only one in the afternoon and I'm at Abel's apartment by myself. He's gone to work. I realise that I need to ask him exactly what the hell he does. All I know is that he owns a nightclub.

My phone starts ringing and I answer it without looking at who the caller is. "Hello?" I say, still flicking through the tv channels.

"Rose," I hear Jordan say at the other end of the line.

I quickly sit up and frown. "Jordan? Why are you calling me?" I ask.

"I need you," he says, desperately, the words slurred. Is he still drinking? "Please! I'm falling apart without you. Please, just come by the apartment, so we can talk."

I squeeze my eyes shut and suck in my breath. To talk, that's all he wants. "Fine," I say, sighing. "But not at the apartment. Meet me at Starbucks at two. If you're not there by then, I'm leaving. And make sure you fucking sober up before then, too."

"I'm sober," Jordan says quickly.

I snort. "Sure you are," I mutter. Before he can say anything else, I hang up.

An hour later, I walk into Starbucks and find Jordan sitting at one of the window seats. When he sees me, he starts waving, his face breaking into a smile. I slide into the seat and put my hands together.

"I'm glad you agreed to meeting up," Jordan says, clasping his hands around mine.

I quickly pull my hands back. "What do you want to talk about?" I ask, looking down at the table.

Jordan licks his lips before speaking. "Come back home," he says. "Please. We can work things out."

I shake my head and look at him. "I don't want to work things out, Jordan," I say. "You're a cheat. Do you really think that I can trust you after what you did?"

A sad expression is painted across his face. "I'm sorry. How many times do I have to apologise?" he asks.

I feel myself growing frustrated and I clench my jaw. "No matter how many times you apologise, i wont take you back. I'll forgive you, maybe, but I'm not ready for that right now." I take a deep breath in and breathe out slowly. "You need to move on."

Jordan's eyes flash with anger. "The same way you've moved on with Abel?" he snaps. "You're a slut."

"Well, at least I didn't cheat on you with him!" I whisper shout.

Jordan's hands clench into fists. "But you're fucking him, right?" he asks; looking at me with hard eyes.

I look him in the eye and feel my lips from into a smirk. "Yeah, I am. And you know what? He fucks me better then you ever did." I don't know how the lie slips off my tongue so easily, but it does.

Jordan glares at me and he starts grinding his teeth. Feeling satisfied with his anger and jealousy, I get up. He grabs my wrist, holding tightly, which I know will leave a bruise. "You'll come running back to me," he sneers. "Just watch."

I look him in the eye. "I don't think so," I say. I pull my hand out of his grasp and walk away.

A couple of hours later, I'm laying on the couch, when I hear the door open.

Abel walks in and raises his eyebrows. "Have you been laying there the whole day?" he asks, shaking his head.

"No!" I say.

"Sure," Abel says. He walks over to the couch and lifts my legs before sitting down and placing my legs on his lap. I watch him as he takes out his phone and starts texting. His head quickly turns and he catches me staring. "What is it?" he asks and I shake my head and smile. He smiles and returns back to his phond.

I turn my attention back to the tv before I feel his hand starting to stroke my leg. I'm only wearing a jumper, so my legs are exposed. I look at Abel who's still smiling. His hand starts to trail further up my thigh and I squeeze my thighs together, trying not to be affected by his touch. I bite my lip and ignore how good it feels. Abel's hand reaches my inner thighs and I suck in my breath. "Abel I don't think you should do this," i say, heart racing.

"Is that why you're not stopping me?" Abel asks. I look at him now. He's looking at me with lustful eyes, biting his lip. His hands slips under my underwear and he starts rubbing. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him enter a finger inside me, while using the other hand to rub and squeeze my thighs. His strokes start to become quicker and just when I'm about to reach, he quickly pulls out.

What the fuck? I look at him like he's crazy. "What - why did you stop?" I ask and he raises his eyebrows.

"Don't you remember?" he questions, smirking. "I'm gonna make sure that you beg me to fuck you."

I watch as he gets up and walks away. There's no way he can leave me like this. I need him to finish off what he started, but I don't want to beg for it.