Black And White (GXG)

Whiskey Mornings (2)

Cleo's POV

Tick-tick-tick

Make that damn ticking, I thought to myself. Fuck, its so annoying.

Brady, my boytoy, I mean boyfriend, looked over at me as I was now tapping my newly manicured fingernails hard on the desk in front of me.

This class is so boring it's calculus which I guess is supposed to be hard? It really isn't though it's easier than two plus two. Brady glanced at me once again and I was about to snap at him if it wasn't for the bell letting the class go. Thank god for that.

"Hey Cleo, do you want to come over and hangout?" Brady asked as I was backing up.

"Sure." I tilted my body towards him my hair pushed back behind my shoulder and slightly bent over so he could see into my shirt. His eyes grew wide with anticipation of what will happen when we go over to his house.

He drove me to his house and once the front door of his quaint home we were making out like wild animals eating their food. Of course his hands were roaming but they had no effect upon me. None. Zip, zero, nada. Its weird everytime we do this I never feel anything i've never orgasmed. No matter how many times he did, I never would. I think Brady just assumes I do before or while he does because he always asks how it was and if I enjoyed it.

He began to pull u sup to his room while kissing my neck. The kisses were sloppy and weren't enjoyable but it didn't matter. I'm supposed to like this. Boys touching me places, having fun, drinking, drugs, just living life. Right?

Brady shoved me into his bedroom and just about slammed the door closed with my body. He likes this shit to be rough. He took off his shirt and left hickeys all over my neck. He pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra. Brady moved me from the door and threw me onto his bed. I didn't want this. I don't like this. I hate it. I hate it.

"Do it, make him happy." The voice in the back of my head said to me. "He'll love you and stop cheating on you and you'll enjoy it once he loves you. You've got to know that." I know it would make him happy but it wouldn't make me happy, actually it makes me want to cry to even think of having someone's dick inside of me.

Brady took off his pants and was beginning to take off mine as well when I interrupted him, "Stop." He looked at me weirdly.

"Why would I stop you like this?"

"I-I don't like it, I never have," and there it was, all out in the open. He's going to kill me now, or kick me out.

He kicked me out. Now I have no ride home, I guess i'll call someone to come pick me up. It wasn't until thirty minutes later Cleos butler came to pick her up in the family car. On the drive home no words were exchanged. Benji, the butler, pulled up at the curb of the mansion, he went and opened up my door.

"Thank you Benji," I said to him.

"You're welcome Miss," he replied back softly.

I walked up to the house Benji in tow. I opened up the front door to come to a cold empty house. No ones home.

"Benji, please go and do something fun with your time, I won't be needed your assistance as of now." He bowed and walked off to enjoy his time.

I went up to my room and closed the door. I looked around the spacious room and glanced at one of my posters it was for a movie called 'American Satan' my ex-best friend and I used to have matching posters till he moved and while he was moving there was an accident. I miss him everyday he was the only one who ever understood me. He would stay up till two am and we'd just sit and talk on the phone. At times even just in silence. He was amazing. Enough of that. I went and got ready for bed.

As I was laying my head down to my pillow I looked over at my night stand to see a picture of us at a concert. I was on his shoulders we were both smiling like idiots yet it was some of the most fun we had. I cried as I remembered that night with him. 

I got out of bed and went the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. I pulled out three bottles of whiskey and drank them all within 20 minuets of thinking about that day. I miss him so much.

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He looked and smiled at me as I sat down on the bench in the middle of the small venue.

"What are you smiling at jackass?" I asked him.

"Nothing it's just we're about to see Saving Abel I've always wanted to see them, but i never have."

"I thought we went and saw them, I know I have, at Sunshine."

"Huh that's weird you almost never go without me."

The band was about to start and I was getting a really bad headache so I went and sat down. I told him to go have fun without me and that i'll be fine. I just want him to have fun, that's my promise to him. For him to have fun even if i'm not. I went and sat down with my family and ate some pizza they had. I watched him have fun and head-bang and go crazy.

"He's happy,' I said to myself quietly. "He is happy."

When my headache started to disperse I went and joined him in the crowd. We had fun till the last second of the concert. As the band wrapped up and the announcer said his goodbyes we went and got more pizza.

"My grandma wants a picture. Let's give her something weird. Get on my shoulders and let's take one like that." He suggested.

"YES! Let's do it." I all but mumbled back at him. I got on his shoulders and we were laughing our asses off as we were doing this.

"I'm getting this framed," I said to him as we were reviewing the pictures.

"Yes, get me one too."