Proud - Keep You

Chapter 18

“Come on baby... Let’s get you to bed,” I whisper to (Your name) as she tiredly scrambles out my car. She was dozing in and out of a sleep on our way back to the hotel, I didn’t try and make a conversation; I just left her to sleep if she wanted.

I meet (Your name) on the other side of the car and begin walking her into the hotel, by holding her hand, a few people gasping and clapping that I have eventually found my best friend. “Why are people clapping?” (Your name) asks quietly, “Because I have finally found you,” I whisper to her as a grin grows on her face, “thank you for finding me... I thought you lot had forgotten me,” she frowns “no, never! Every day I was trying to find a way to find you, and I told Ivy to sing Proud for you every night, she used it as a prayer to bring you back,” I told (Your name) as her facial expression showed she found that extremely adorable, “bless our daughter,” she giggles as I chuckle. “According to Marvin, Ivy is SO adorable he wants a child himself,” I wink at (Your name) as we come up to my hotel room door, “really?” (Your name) gasps “yeah,” “wow... Jasmine is gonna have a tough time on her hands,” she giggles “what’d you mean?” I ask a little confused “well... It was tough for me, but maybe because... I donno, the dad wasn’t there,” she snaps. Her sudden change of attitude takes me aback, but I still have hold of her hand. Although, I look at her with a wounded face before pulling my hand out of her hand, which makes her swallow hard and frown, but I turn may back to her and open my hotel room door, “Aston... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, I- I- I’ve been so stressed, I mean I’ve been kidnapped and locked in a cage for half a year, I’m just in a mixed emotion state- What is she doing here?” She tells me, as I open the door and step inside, although even though we are inside my hotel room she doesn’t stop her sentence and then sees a woman in my bed.

(Your name)’s POV:

“Kylie this (Your name)... (Your name) this is Kylie,” “I know who the fuck she is,” you hiss, but you look at Kylie as she smirks and then gets out of the bed, dressed in a corset. “Are you two together? What happened to Claire?” You asked Aston, everything had changed so dramatically since you’d been gone! “I and Claire divorced... I divorced her because I wasn’t with her and she was getting bored; I wasn’t the husband I knew she wanted. So I let her go and live her life,” Aston tells you “and now you have Kylie,” you say, as he sits on the end of the bed, but Kylie crawls up behind him and begins to kiss his neck “I’m not with her... She’s just a friend of mine,” he tells you quietly “really? By the looks of it, it doesn’t... WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING KISSING HIM,” you suddenly scream, anger and jealousy has bottled up too much that the lid has popped off. “Why? Are you jealous that I and Aston have a close friendship?” She smirks as she takes off his jacket, flings it to the floor and then reaches over his shoulders to start undoing his shirt.

“STOP IT,” you scream at her, but Aston stands up and walks over to you “calm baby,” “no,” you whimper, while struggling to keep the tears away. “I haven’t been with you for more than five minutes and you’re allowing a woman to strip you,” you whimper as tears build up in your eyes, as Aston sighs “she’s only a friend,” he whispers to you, as he takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom, leaving you in the middle of the room and goes back out the door, shuts and locks it. This makes you cry...

Aston’s POV:

“WHO THE FUCK, DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” “Do what?” “Try and strip me in front of her,” “you were allowing me to,” “yes my jacket, but you started on my buttons, that’s the reason I got up and left you,” “don’t you want sex with me anymore?” She asks quietly “no... Just- Just get the fuck out,” I hiss at her as she frowns and tries to cry. “Fake crying doesn’t work on me,” “she was fake-crying!” Kylie stops trying to cry and then retaliates to what I said “(YOUR NAME) HAS NEVER FAKE-CRIED IN HER LIFE... I can tell when she’s upset, and by that she cries. It’s a sign for me to comfort her and if you can’t cope with that... Well I’m not sorry that you’re just a jealous bitch!” I hiss at her “I’m not jealous-” “Then give me a GOOD reason why you just accused her of fake crying,” I shout “BECAUSE SHE FUCKING WAS-” “SHE WASN’T AND DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING SCREAM AT ME,” “or what you gonna do?” “Kick you out of this room... Dressed like that,” I said as she panics “you wouldn’t,” “you wanna test me,” I hiss at her...

(Your name)’s POV:

You tucked yourself under the sink, as it had a long worktop, and a huge amount of space under it. Hiding under it, you put your finger tips on the tragus part of your ear to block out the noise that was probably coming from the main part of the hotel room. Even though you had no idea what was going on in there. Plus, you had your eyes scrunched tight, and mumbling yourself the song Proud.

Having no access to the time or having any time acknowledgement, you risked the thought of opening your eyes. Slowly, but surely you opened your eyes to see Aston crotched in front of you and smiling softly when you made eye contact. Swallowing hard, you instantly noticed that he was fully dressed, but with a bruised and cut lip. Frowning, you took your hands away from your ears, and went onto all fours to have a closer look at his lip; frowning even more, you stroked his cut and bruised lip gently with the tip of your right index finger. “What did she do?” You whisper “she punched me... She’s gone though,” he whispers back, but you became confused “did you have sex?” “No baby... We had an argument and she didn’t like the fact I stuck up for you. She thought she had replaced you and I told her VERY clearly that she hadn’t. No one has replaced you, and then she decided to fight me, she managed to catch my lip before I pushed her out in the middle of the corridor in her just the corset she was wearing, then I collected her clothes and then threw them out a minute later,” he tells you quietly, but you swallow hard and frown.

Subtly licking your lips and still being on all fours; you crawl a little closer to him, before reaching up and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss, before slowly pulling away. Although, as you did pull away Aston’s eye contact met yours and kept hold of it, but you smiled sweetly as he did too. “It’s been a long time since I tasted the lips of a man so beautiful,” you whispered as he smiled, while his eyes glistened, “and it’s been a long time since I laid eyes and felt the lips of the most beautiful woman in the word,” he whispers before placing his lips back on to yours.