High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 24

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The continous sound of giggles, moans and the occasional sound of the bed squeaking irritated me.

I sighed, watching as cool air formed swirls in the air.

How loud can they be?

Rowen ordered me to stay here. He told me that he's responsible for anything that would happen to me.

Frankly, I didn't care. The annoying sounds of them fooling around aggravated me. Why was that stupid whore here? He had me. That should be me. Not her!

God get a grip, M!

I clutched my head, shaking as tears fell. Why was I crying? It was no point. Not over a boy. No. Not him. He was bad for me.

I tilted my head back, letting the tears trickle slowly down cheeks.

I needed to get out here. And fast.

I checked to see if those two were still going at it. Once I was sure Rowen was too wrapped up in making-out with Gwen the slut, I broke into a run back towards the bar.

In under five minutes, I was pushing open the door to HotSpot again, but for a different reason.

Walking towards the bartender, I sat, trying to regain the breath I lost.

"Can I help you?" He asked, eyeing me up and down before smirking slightly. Disgusting pig.

"Yes. Do you know a Sawyer?"

Author's Note: ... guys. i just had literally the best fucking k-i-s-s of my life! *squeals* im so fricking happy and on a high. and no, it was not my first kiss.