Mine

(8)

I looked at Jace who stared back at me with an amusing look on his face. He smirked and tilted his head, his arms crossed. He made me sick. But honestly it was too much for me to handle. I gave one more glare to Jace before I walked away.

"Princess, wait!" And to my surprise it was Micah. He had wrapped a robe around his naked body. He had the nerve, the fucking audacity to even touch me right now. I still smelled the sex on him and it made me even angrier. "No!" I hissed and he stopped my angry little fists from slamming into his chest.

"Babygirl please just listen-" "Enough! Stop with the fucking pet names, you ass!" I felt tears swarm in my eyes. And for a split second, I forgot that Jace was still here.

"What, does his sexual orientation bother you that much?" He snorted. My anger was getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

"You need to get out. Now." I growled and it surprised him because his eyes widened and his usual cocky attitude vanished into thin air. His arms were now uncrossed too.

Then this mysterious lover of his had thrown on his clothes and jumped into the conversation and the whole house felt like it would crumble underneath my anger.

"Okay, you know what?" Micah suddenly snapped as if he felt the lividness radiating off of me. "Everyone who isn't Rayna, get the hell out. I'm pissed off, I'm hungry, slightly horny but that will change when that fine piece of ass leaves and I also have a lot of explaining to do so that that lovely lady over there doesn't fucking castrate me in my sleep. Everyone got it? Good. Now please leave."

"Yeah he's the nice gay one since you think the real problem with this shit is me having a problem with his sexual preference. Get the hell out before I fucking call the police." I snapped and stomped off into the kitchen.

Like the day hadn't been bad enough, I come home to this bullshit. I heard his voice go quiet as he tried to usher the people out and after about five minutes it worked and he came into the kitchen with me, guilt written all over his fucking face.

He sat down at the table while I stood up, not even glancing at him. In fact my back was turned to him. I couldn't even look him in his face.

"Princess, sit down please." I sighed and chuckled harshly, shook my head.

"You know what's really funny Micah?" I finally turned around and his eyes widened as he backed up. "Shit Rayna!" He screamed as the knife that was in my slippery grasp was now embedded deeply in the wall. I missed his jugular vein by a fucking inch. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"That's absolutely fucking rich coming from you. Let me get this straight and then ask me again what the hell is wrong with me." I paused dramatically and walked slowly over to him. He backed up a bit as I yanked the knife out of the wall and twirled it in my hands, my fingers going across the blade. I smiled unemotionally and inhaled then exhaled, my head cocked to the side.

"So.. My boss... Oh, I'm sorry ex boss, was in my house while you were getting your brains fucked out and you think that's... hot?" My fingers ran along the base and blade of the knife once more as I continued. "You think my boss who you've met just once should be allowed into my house again while you got screwed by another dude?"

"Rayna please just put the knife down, okay? W-we can talk about this." I laughed wildly, and walked even closer to him, his back now pressed against the kitchen sink. "Oh? Now we can talk about it, Micah?" The fake smile facade melted and my anger came back heavily.

"What the fuckshit were you thinking, huh?! How long has that been going on under my roof and you didn't utter a word? I'm supposed to be your bestfriend! I've known you basically my entire life and you've just been lying to me. You couldn't tell me you were gay?! Seriously? Every date you said you had with a girl was it really a man? And the nights you used to come back here with your hair fucked up and back scratched up you lied to me then too, didn't you? How long did you really think you could get away with that shit?"

Micah had bit his lip but was looking me straight in the eyes and I huffed after my spiel was done. He looked phased but not too much and grabbed the knife, still staring at me.

"You are one crazy woman. You finished screaming at me, love?"

I growled at the pet name as he threw the knife into the sink with a loud clattering sound. I wanted to slap the shit out of him. He tossed me over his shoulder angrily and I yelped as I hit his back for him to put me down but as usual he didn't listen. It took me a while to realize that we were in the living room. He sat me down roughly on the couch and before I could stop it, my hand flew across his cheek.

He didn't scream, just grabbed my hands and kneeled down beside me. I was still trying to fight for my hands and it gave me a sense of deja vu.

And it was now that I would see his anger come out too. "You wanna talk about secrets sweetheart?" He spat the word harshly as he chuckled.

"Cool. Let's talk about the fact that you've been letting your married boss do whatever he wants to do to your body."

I snapped my head up at him so quickly, I thought I got whiplash. He let my hands go and they drooped down into my lap.

"Did you tell me that? Well did you? And how long had that been going on? You're such a hypocrite for blowing up at me when you have your own secrets. Newsflash, I haven't been hiding it from just you. I've been hiding it from everyone and was going to come out on my birthday because I felt it was going to be a hard pill to swallow. I was trying to fucking wait since I knew you had a lot of shit to deal with it and I knew your parents were fucked up and against gay people. I just didn't have the time for your judgement, I get that from enough people as it is."

Damn... He was right. I hadn't even mentioned his name around him. And I legit just went crazy on him, trying to throw a knife at him. He was also right about my parents. He probably had thought they filled my head with hateful and spiteful things.

"W-when did you find out?"

He scoffed and suddenly stood up, grabbed my wrist and forced me to lay on top of him as he ran his fingers through my hair.

What the hell...?

"That boss of yours must've snuck inside the house because you're so smart and left the spare key on the patio instead of underneath the welcome mat like I told you to." He sat up making my body mirror his own so that I was in his lap.

Shit. Fucking hell, I felt so dumb. "You shouldn't have hidden the truth." Did that really just leave my mouth? "Neither should you." He retorted and sighed, me still sitting in his lap as he ran his fingers through his hair. A memory flooded through my head and I chuckled, my own hand in my head.

"That would explain why you were so comfortable just waltzing into my bathroom." And at this he began to laugh too, then we're just laughing together and I love it. "Yeah yeah. Now get off me while I go get some wine and we laugh about how fucked up this friendship is." I just laughed and scooted off his lap. As he went into into the kitchen my phone buzzed with a notification and when I opened it I almost screamed at what was looking back at me.

It was a picture of me tied up in Jace's office, need I remind you that I was basically naked. Then there was video footage of him on top of me when I was on the office table again basically naked. There was one more final message and my eyes widened at it.

"If you don't want this to get out, I suggest you play nice and be the good girl I know you can be."