Deadly Love

Chapter 8: She's Acting Weird

Who would've thought that I would have given myself to Matthew Princeton?

Things were normal for me just a few weeks ago but now I have paparazzi following me.

After Matt and I spoke and everything, he asked if I was up to go again. I said yes.

We once again had sex but this time I was on top, we were on his kitchen counter and he actually made me cum.

Jenny texted me and asked if I wanted to meet up at our favorite Diner. I said yes because.... food.

I left his apartment, in his hoodie and sweatpants.

He gave it to me because he said it was cold outside and he didn't want me to get sick.

"I'll keep your clothes here and wash them for you. Maybe you can drop in to get them.... tomorrow?" Matt leans up against the door and I smile.

"Are you just using my clothes as an excuse to get me over here again?" Touching his nose, making him scrunch it up, I laugh.

"Maybe." He leans forward as I twist the strings of his hoodie with my fingers.

Closing my eyes, our lips meet for a sweet kiss goodbye, but Matt quickly turns that kiss into a passionate one.

I had to pull away from him or else I wouldn't have left.

"See you, rockstar."

Exiting his building a whole bunch of men with cameras were taking my picture like they're not creeping me out.

They began following me down the street like fucking weirdos.

"Can you guys fuck off?" I put my hand over my face.

"Is that a hickey?" One of them says.

This is ridiculous, Matt told me that they would be down here but I wasn't ready for this.

And shit, maybe it is a hickey I didn't really look at myself that much back there.

All I did was take my makeup off and walk out.

I stuck my middle finger up at them and got into a cab.

Fuck, like all I wanted to do was to walk out of his apartment and go eat some food.

I felt like they all knew that we fucked. I felt like "Hey! I just had sex with Matt" was written on my forehead.

My fingers traced my lips, recalling the events that took place. I could still feel his hands on my hips.

I could still feel his soft lips on mine. I could still see the way he looked at me.

I could still hear the way he moaned my name.

For some reason the whole time I was in the car, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was on my mind, I felt like I was on cloud 9.

The driver has to snap me out of my daydream by yelling fairly loud.

"Hey lady! We're here. That'll be $10.50."

I hand him thirteen dollars and hop out of the cab.

The chaos behind the city is what drew me to it. There were always cars honking at other cars and there were always people moving. No matter the time.

Approaching the busy diner, I could already see Jenny through the glass.

She was sitting alone on her phone. I'm pretty sure she doesn't really have anything specific she's looking at.

She just wants to look busy so that she's not just sitting there.

The smell of pancakes and burgers hits my nose as soon as I walk in.