Addicted To You

Oh, You're In My Veins

...and I cannot get you out. Oh, you're all I taste at night inside of my mouth.
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Pound, pound, pound.

Ashley Benson sits straight up in bed, frightened by the noise. Who would be banging on their hotel room door at—

She checks the clock.

3:00 in the morning?

Nudging Tyler, she whispers in a panic. "Tyler, wake up."

The actor grumbles and rolls over, causing Ashley to pinch him hard. "Tyler, wake up! Someone is banging on our door!"

The male yelps, his eyes flying open at her statement. He sits up and turns on the lamp, rubbing his eyes as they climb out of bed. Ashley follows behind him closely as they approach the door, not sure what's on the other side.

Who in their right mind decides to pound on a door in the middle of the night?

Taking a deep breath, Tyler exchanges a look with Ashley before opening the door.

"Ryan?! What the fuck? Why are you here at 3 in the morning?!"

Ryan steps forward, causing the pair to back up. When they do, he comes into the hotel room and shuts the door, anger practically radiating off of him. His eyes scan their attire, noticing how Tyler's only in his boxers and how Ashley is in Ty's shirt without pants on. 

"You little slut." He growls, not liking what he sees. "I've come to get you. I got us a room so you don't have to stay here with him anymore."

The actresses mouth drops before her eyes narrow, upset about the fact he randomly shows up and comes to claim her.

"I'm staying here with Tyler. You should go home." Her arms cross over her chest, a stern look displayed across her face.

"No you are not!"

"Yes I am, and you can't make me!"

Ryan laughs at her response, eyes darkening. "How much do you want to bet?"

A shadow casts over Tyler's face as he protectively moves to stand in front of Ashley again, staring Ryan down.

"Try anything and i'll fucking kill you." Tyler threatens, a side of him coming out that she's never seen before.

Ryan is heavily breathing from the anger building up, taking a few steps closer to the pair. He's trying to scare Ty, but Ty is having none of that.

"I'd like to see you try." Ryan spits in Tyler's face.

Before Ashley can register what's happening, Tyler's hands reach out and snatch Ryan, clutching his shirt in his hands. He stares down at the man furiously, towering over him.

"Do you really want to go there?" Tyler speaks quietly, but with a harsh tone, intimidating him.

Ryan swallows the lump in his throat before smiling, practically asking for more.

Worried that this could get out of hand so quickly, she grabs Tyler's arm, her eyes pleading. "Let him go! You're so angry, Ty. Don't do anything you're going to regret."

His words break through the red he's seeing, taking a moment before shoving Ryan off him. "You better go."

Ryan puts his arms up in surrender while he chuckles, mocking him. "I'll be back." The male storms out, slamming the door behind him.