You let out a long sigh before taking a drag of your cigarette, this is the fourth fight this week, and you were tired of the bull shit.
You'd think that you would be done with him with all this mess between you two, but you just couldn't get enough.
You looked towards the window that the moon shone down on, leaving your skin luminous to everything.
The thin, silk night gown you were wearing appeared to be glowing under its touch also.
The hand that didn't hold your freshly lit cigarette, went through you h/l h/c hair.
You didn't understand why though, he would get on your everlasting nerves, but you wanted him still.
Was it the way that his wavy brown hair fell around his face the right way, or how his gorgeous green eyes captivated you to no end.
Or was it after every fight he made it up to you....under the sheets that is.
You scoffed at that thought, but even though you acted like it sickened you to no end, you knew you loved it.
God how you loved it
Every time he touched you, your blood ran hot. Whenever he called your name, you melted.
You took a final drag of your cigarette, exhaling the smoke, and putting it out in the windowsill.
You get up and walk over to the couch, turning on the TV to occupy yourself; you didn't want to think about him.
Not right now anyway, because if that was the case, you would want him, and that meant you would start fighting.
Like the fight you had earlier that night.
~*~
You let out a frustrated sigh.
"I don't have time for this shit Antonio, and you came up to my job!" You spat.
"What the hell are you doing working at a fucking strip club?!" He questioned.
"Why the hell do you care?" You cross your arms.
"Because your my girlfriend, that why ____!"
"Well if you must know: I was low on money, and it pays! So that's why! Geez it's not like I'm cheating on you!" You argued back.
"You could've come to me instead of shaking your ass for it!"
"Damn it Antonio, why are you so worried about what I do! You sure as hell didn't come to me when you were with that bitch!!"
He ran a hand through his hair, and gave you a look.
"You’re still going on about that?! I told you she didn't mean shit to me!" He exclaimed.
"So what, just leave me the hell alone!!" You were about to walk off when he grabbed your wrist.
"Let me go! I got to get back to work!" You yanked at his arm.
"You’re not going back into that fucking club ____."
You scoffed. "You can't tell me what to do!"
You finally yanked your arm free of his grip.
"_____! Don't you go back in that fucking club!! _____!"
You glared at him, not saying another word before walking back into the building.
~*~
You sighed, running a hand through your hair at the memory.
Suddenly there was a knock out your door, and you already knew who it was.
Especially at this time of night
You walk to the door, unlocking it before you completely opened the door.
It was him.
The moon made him look even sexier than he already was.
He looked down at you as you glare back up at him.
"What do you want? Why are you even here?" You asked him, crossing your arms.
"You know why I came, _____." He stated
You noticed he had a bottle of wine in his hand along with his car keys.
Really
You rolled your eyes. "No not this time. We just broke up, like three hours ago." You said.
He sighed heavily. "I came to apologize. Now can you let me in." he stated, frustrated.
You sighed, moving out of the way for him to come in.
Closing the door, you follow him to the kitchen, where he already pulled out two wine glasses.
"Want to drink?" He asked, starting to open the bottle. "Why the hell not..." You sighed.
He poured the two glasses, handing you yours while taking a sip of his.
"So you wanted to talk." You said, sipping your glass, walking back into the living room.
"Yea," His voice was coming closer, so you could tell that he was coming into the living room.
He sat on the couch beside you, placing his glass on the coffee table near yours. His green eyes find your e/c ones.
"Look, _____, I'm sorry. All this fighting, and upsetting you, I don't mean it. I care about you really." He said.
You look at him, as he stares at you. You could tell his apology was sincere, so you accepted it.
"Okay." You say, downing the rest of the wine in your glass.
"You said what you said; now you can go."
He ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair.
"I didn't come here to argue with you."
"Well then leave, because that's all that's going to happen anyway."
"Damn it ___, why can't you just accept my apology?" He asked, frustrated.
"Why can't you stop being a pompous ass?" You remarked.
"Says the stripper,"
"You know what? I'm through! You've won Antonio. You've gotten on my last fucking nerves."
You stand from your seat, about to walk off when two hands grab your waist.
Antonio pulled you down onto his lap so now you were straddling him. His muscular arms locked around you, preventing escape.
"I'm sorry..." his satin like voice asked kissing your neck, hands grasp your thighs.
You give him a death glare, which he disregards, continuously nipping at your skin.
"Antonio..." You warned, placing your hands on his chest.
His hold on was you only getting tighter, his green eyes twinkling deviously.
He leans forward, licking the shell of your ear slowly before whispering: "I'll make it up to you _____."
You shivered in delight, heat rising to your cheeks. You decided to finally give in.
He picked you up bridal style, a sexy smirk found its way to his lips.
Then he walks off to your room, where he in fact made it up to you.
