Biggest mistake (Complete)

Chapter 19*

"I will give you a chance... but starting as friends. I still don't trust you and I can't put myself in a relationship where I'm always anxious for what's going to happen. We can see where that takes us."

It was hard not to give myself over to him, but I need to believe that we can get over everything, and right now I'm just not sure we really could. Neither of us trust the other, and a relationship wouldn't work out from this.

I look over at him once I deliver my decision, and while I see sadness in his eyes, probably wishing to have just been forgiven, he nods his head in agreement.

"I think your right. It sucks because I want all of you, but the fact your even willing to have me in your life is enough for now. But I promise you that I will make you trust me again, and we will start the family that we were meant to have." Spencer says with confidence.

"Great, now can you untie me?"

We both look at each other and laugh. The tense atmosphere starting to disintegrate. "I don't know Ar, I'm really liking this position." Spencer says, wagging his eyebrows at me.

I mean so am I, but we are only going to be friends. This whole celibate for two years thing is really kicking my ass right now. And the fact that the specimen in front of me is fine.

"Yeah well I'm hungry and Erica and John should be here soon and I need to change."

He looks at me confused, "wait, whose John?" I can already tell he's trying to hide his jealousy.

I roll my eyes at him. "John Harper. He's my friend who came to stay with us for the week." I neglect to tell him how Erica and him are hitting it off.

He looks at me, trying to control his anger, and before he can say anything, I pop my eyebrow up, as if to challenge him to say anything about him.

He seems to be grasping at straws to remain level headed, and through clenched teeth spats, "I'm glad to see your making new friends."

I can't contain myself anymore and start dying. "You look like your about to murder someone! Oh my god he's my friend! Literally nothing more calm your tits!"

All the anger seems to evaporate from his face, and he's blushing from my comment. "I'm sorry I just don't like sharing what's mine."

I look at him, and yeah we might be playing around, but I need to keep him straight. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm not yours. You two are both my friends, equal to one another."

Immediately he becomes quiet. I can tell he's really sad, but we literally just talked about being friends. But damn does it suck to see him so sad.

"I think I'm going to shower to wash off the plane smell, and then we can all go out to eat." He tells me, not able to look me in the eye.

He starts to make his way over to the bathroom connected to the room, when I remember I'm still tied up.

He finally looks at me again, and starts laughing. "You know, if we were a couple, I would leave you tied up, but your clothes would be off, leaving you in anticipation for the fun we'd have. You know like my mouth around your hard nipple, and my hand pleasure your cunt. Making you so hot and horny that you can't contain yourself, and be left without being able to finish the job yourself." He looks at me, smirking, knowing he's turning me on.

Damn, I wish we could, the stupid bastard! He's going to try and kill this friend thing, but I have to stay strong and not letting him show he's affecting me. So I glare at him.

He starts to chuckle when he see's my expression. "Of course, we are 'only' friends so I doubt that would do anything to you." Looking so smug knowing it does.

He then comes over, finally about to untie me. He makes sure to press his body on top of mine, definitely going out of the way for the extra body contact. He pretends to lose his balance, making it so his face is pressed to my ear, "Sorry, I slipped." He whispers in my ear.

He finally gets me untied, and I push him off of me, making him land on the floor with a thud. He sits up and gives me a smirk, "Seems like someone couldn't handle the body contact of a mere friend."

I glare at him, and then smirk, looking at him to say, "yeah because I felt like I was being harassed."

He gets off and huffs, going back over to the bathroom, but not before shooting, "whatever you say!" Over his shoulder.

Smug little prick. He's really going to make it hard on me, I hate to say it but I'm honestly craving his body. But I'm not weak, I'm not going to let my desire win. I love him, and I want a relationship built on trust, not sex and that's what's going to happen. Now I jut wonder how Kayla's doing.