She was at her prime and her moans were golden sharp. The gasps were clear and her hands held me like I was an inch away from death..and this is where I felt I was winning.
Jordan: --There Abel!!! right there..
And she's here and were both so...
Jordan: uuhn! A-Abel fuck!
As she arched into a climax and release. The phone just had to ring and I knew exactly who it was. As much as I wanted to tell her not to answer I didn't.
Jordan: *answers in an exhausted tone* mmm. yeah?....But I can't leave right now. --oh. okay. bye.
I looked towards her and I could tell that was going to leave me alone in the bed.
Jordan: ..Abelxo?
Abel: do you have to go?
Jordan: * concerned face* --He's in the hospital..I have to see him.
Abel: I guess I'll be here then.
Jordan: You're not coming with me.
Abel: no..I'll be fine here. * kisses her * see you later.
She grabbed her things and left through the door.
...He should've died in the hospital for all I cared.
YOU ARE READING
Wrong Beauty
Teen Fiction•The Weeknd• Dedication: This story was originally made for my bestfriend, Naomi. So I dedication goes to her. °scripted story°