Tiffany.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed once more.
I was in such disbelief. I couldn't think. I was going to be sick - I could feel it. Needing to get as far away as possible, I winced as I climbed off of him. I heard him curse under his breath as he tried to grab for me.
"I didn't mean that, Tiff," he said lowly.
I slapped his hands away and attempted to get off the bed but he reached forward and managed to get hold of me. His hands closed around my wrists as he pinned me back down to the bed, looming over me.
"Look at me," he commanded.
"Get off me!" I cried feeling disgusted in myself. I've never felt so low in my life.
"I didn't mean it!" he raised his voice causing me to frown and try and push him off of me.
"BUT YOU SAID IT!" I retorted.
His eyes softened, "It was an accident."
"Get off me!" I successfully pushed him off me and scrambled off of the bed looking around frantically for my clothes. "Where the f*ck are my clothes!?" I cried before spotting them in a heap on the floor.
"F*cks sake man. Tiff, just stop." He started to get frustrated as well as he got off the bed, removed the condom and slipped on his boxers.
The f*cking audacity for him to display such attitude after what he just did. I pulled my knickers and jeans on.
"How could you say that?" I whispered, my eyes turning into slits as I looked at him, throwing my t-shirt over my head.
He shook his head, "I swear to you, it was a mistake,"
"You said her name whilst we were having sex, Theodore-" I stopped talking, turning from him and lifting a hand to my head. The feeling to be sick was rising again and I had to close my eyes to push it down. I didn't care whether he had said her full name or just 'T' because at the end of the day, he was still referring to her.
"It was a mistake, Tiff. I wasn't even thinking about her!" he spun me around. His facial expression was a mixture of nervousness and desperation as his eyebrows narrowed.
"BUT. YOU. SAID. HER. NAME." I said slowly, using my hand to emphasise each word. It was like he wasn't even listening to me as he kept repeating himself.
He dragged a hand down his face, "I know, I'm sorry-."
"Shut up!" I hissed. "I need to get out of here, I can't do this." I muttered throwing my hands up and looking for my things. I was too embarrassed and emotionally unstable to stand here any longer.
"What?" he asked his face hardening.
"I'M DONE."
"Nah, Tiff wait.." He started walking towards me and his arms managed to pull me close to him. I flinched and he frowned not liking my response.
"Tiffany…"
"You've actually ruined everything," I shook my head holding back my unnecessary tears.
I yearned for his touch as his fingertips wrapped around my arms, but it just felt so wrong. Like I wasn't meant to be there.,
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his neck bending slightly as he looked down at me.
"Do you always think about her when we-" I croaked quietly but he cut me off.
"I wasn't thinking about her! I swear to you."
"Why did you say her name then!?"
"It was a mistake,"
"I can't even stand to look at you right now," I pulled away from him, feeling sick to my stomach. "It's crazy how this whole time all I could think about was trying to please you and trying to be better than her and the whole time she was on both of our minds. I mean…" I sniffed, knowing that I was done with tears for today, "Where do we honestly go from here?"
