My Unhealthy Relationship

My Unhealthy Relationship Ch.4

Sorry for the delay. ^___^

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          I WOKE UP having the hugest hangover. I groaned, tossing back in forth, but finally got up and took a shower. As I got out and got dressed in a cute romper, I went to downstairs to take some advil.

Suddenly a loud knock at the door startled me. I was to short to reach the peep hole, so I slowly unlocked the door, about to open it when someone came barging in.

"We need to talk." Ivan said, his gorgeous eyes angry.

"No, we don't." I said, my eyes not meeting his in shame.

"I heard what happened last night, you with some fuck boy."

"Your point?" I said.

"My point?! Your my girl." He grabbed my wrist, turning me towards him.

I couldn't look him in the eye, my heart was racing. He gripped my chin and turned me towards him. My eyes drifted towards him and his eyes were hard.

"I'm sorry." Was all I said.

He crashed his lips to mine, his hands drifting into my hair, down my body. I didn't hesitate, but kissed him back instantly. I almost forgot how he tasted, my sweet drug.

We were interrupted by my phone ringing, but I didn't intend on answering it. Ivan stopped, he looked in the direction of my phone, trying to grab for it.

"No." I said backing up.

He glared at me, "Why, who is it?"

"Obviously I don't know." I looked down and saw Calvin was calling, my cheeks flamed.

"Then why are you blushing?" He glared.

"I'm not!" I said getting frustrated, sitting down on the couch in a huff.

Ivan stood there staring me down for a moment, but my guilty eyes didn't couldn't meet his.

"I heard about you with some guy at the club." He stated matter of factly.

My mind drifted, wanting to avoid this conversation. His friends would rat me out, but if he was doing with some girl I'd be the last to know, by anyone.

"Yea, my friend. Can't have male friends now?" I questioned him.

"No, not when your mine."

"Oh..that's what I am now." I said sarcastically.

"Yea, meaning no guys can be touching you, or dancing all over you in clubs."

I sat quiet, my eyes still avoiding his. I felt the couch dip beside me, as he put his arm around my waist, tugging me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I wish I had all of him, I thought to myself. Until then, I refused to be all his. I couldn't tell him this though, because for a second I felt at peace. We weren't arguing for a change, it was just us two, enjoying each other's company.

If I missed anything, it would be the old days. When we first met. Yea, sure we were just friends with benifits...but it turned into something more. Or well, so I thought. I knew I loved him, and I could tell he loved me to. I guess that wasn't enough for him though, but what was?

The rest of the day we spent the day together, enjoying much needed time with each other. I smiled every time I kissed him, and was more than ecstatic when he offered to stay the night.

The next day, I woke up cuddled in his arms, his smooth chest bare. His mocha covered body tempting, and his lips slightly parted. I eyed his full lips, drifting down his body...

Bang! I jumped a little, but Ivan was still hard asleep. I drifted downstairs to find my room mate managed to wobble to the couch, sprawled across it.

I chuckled. "Roomie."

"Fuck...I'm tired." She said flipping over to face me, her eyes meeting mine with a smirk.

"So...I saw someone's car out there."

"Yup." I said, walking into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water.

"He's no good." She said quietly.

"Why's that?" I mean I didn't really have to ask, but I wanted to hear it from someone else.

"You'll figure it out, I hope." She sighed, walking up stairs sluggishly. I heard her door close, as Ivan descended from the stairs.

"Babe." Ivan walked up kissing my forehead and grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge.

"Look I gotta run.." He said before I could even reply back.

He walked out the door, without a second glance.

I glared at the door. Yea, he would manage to ruin everything he just made up for.