Love ~A Series of Short Stories~

Screw You, I Love You|BWWM

RENÉE

She sat down at the dining table, rubbing the palms of her hands into her eyes. Shaky breaths came then, along with some attempts at calming phrases. Renée didn't need a mirror to know what she looked like in that moment.

An emotional mess.

Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged, on her face and sweater-which she had no clue how she'd clean.

She continued chanting to herself, "breathe... Just... Breathe-"

The front door opening, closing, then being locked caught her attention. She didn't move from where she was, kept her head down.

Prayed that she didn't hear it.

Clack.

And there it was.

The chain lock. He wasn't leaving.

Renée didn't have to look up to know that a few seconds later, Tyler was looking at her from across the table.

"Renée..." He whispered, dropping his keys onto the polished chestnut surface.

Silence.

"...I missed you today."

Still nothing.

"The craziest thing happened today-"

"Shut up," she finally spoke.

Tyler stood there, blinking. She looked so still as he watched her, he wasn't sure if she was even breathing.

He made his way to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Renée flinched, and her head shot up, her eyes met his.

They held each other's gaze. Not for long. But long enough for Tyler to watch a single tear fall from her left eye down her cheek, carrying traces of makeup with it.

Renée stood up, wiped her face, then walked into the main foyer, headed for the stairs.

Tyler went after her, grabbing her arm to stop her from running away.

"Renée, I can explain what happened-"
"You're a bastard, you know that?" She questioned, not really wanting an answer to her question. The mere sight of him made her sick, hurt.

All she saw in his eyes was the scene from earlier that day, that woman on his lap. Him smiling.

Smiling.

He waited a while before he spoke again, and finally released her arm.

"She told me she loves me... We're a lot alike. And she understands my work..."

Renée couldn't stop the tears from falling, and it felt like her throat would burst from the huge lump that sat there as she held back her sobs.

"We'd probably make a great couple, but I don't want her. I want you," he added.

Drying her eyes as much as she could, Renée turned her body just enough to look at him.

"Fuck you. Go back to screwing your accountant, Tyler. I'm done with you, with this."

For the first time in a while, her boyfriend actually looked hurt, "Renée-"

"FUCK! YOU! I was trying to surprise you today, and I see that! She was fucking straddling you. And you were smiling. Smiling!

Then I get asked to leave by one of your minions because nobody even knows we're together!" Renée lets out a pained laugh, which sounded more like scoffing.

Tyler extend his arms out, trying to hug his hurt lover, "babe-"

"No! NO!" She screamed, pushing his arms away.

"Don't touch me," she whispered.

Tyler sighed, heading toward the front door, "I think I'll go."

"Good," she uttered, turning her back towards him. She wouldn't dare cry again, as it would give his ego the boost it craved. Her pain was his pleasure, every tear and scream had him smiling.

Smirking would be the better word for it. The slight curve of his lips, that mischievous spark in his eyes. It riled up and excited her so greatly.

And she couldn't stand it.

Fear slowly crept its way into her as she awaited the descending footsteps, or her front door shutting as he left her there to feel.

She knew what was coming next, knew that it could have the power to shake all the resolve she had left. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to stop him.

Warm hands encircled her waist, rough stubble touched her cheek, and the smell of him filled her senses. She closed her eyes slowly, "stop-"

"No," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers through her body. He tightened his hold on her just enough, bringing his body up against hers.

"I'm not going anywhere..."

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