No STRINGS Attached. [ R-Rated]

Chapter 2

WARNING IM TELLING YOU.

Sorry For the Really LONG Wait Guys x

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Chapter 2 (:

Riya's POV-

I laid on the couch afterwards, my back pressed up against Justin's naked body. He was tracing a pattern on my side and I automatically cringed away from the touch, shivering slightly under the touch. I liked it ... But again, I hated it. I wanted the touch to mean something to him, and I knew it didn't.

"You know why I wanted it to be you that I did this with? My own best friend?" He suddenly said, and my whole body froze. He leaned down, planting a hot kiss on the skin of my shoulder. I shook my head fiercely and he continued to talk. "Because I knew you would understand what I meant by no strings attached. I knew you wouldn't get attached to me, I knew it wouldn't matter."

My mind flashed back to the day that we made the deal. We were sitting on his tour bus, and he was complaining to me about not getting any for a while. "I just need someone who will always be there. who will give me what I need at any time.." His body shifted toward mine. "Someone like you.." His hand reached out, tracing the outline of my lips.

Of course, being as naive as I was, I was sold by then. I nodded my head once and that was the first time it happened. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed in the back, having sexx with me for the first time.

I snapped back into reality, remembering his words. I let out a breathless sigh, nodding my head once. "Yeah... Of course." I got up then, getting my silk robe. I slipped it on, making sure to tie it tightly so that absolutely no skin was showing.

I started to storm into the kitchen, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. "Baby, are you okay?" I managed a nod and a thumbs up, signaling that I was just fine as I practically ran into the kitchen, clutching my stomach to try and keep the tears from fRiyang.

God, was he wrong. He was so so so wrong. He said that I wouldn't be attached. Truth was, I was so attached, I would give my life up for the boy. I wanted him. But not in the sexual way. I wanted him to hold me when I was sad. I wanted him to whisper in my ear, telling me everything was alright even when it wasn't. I wanted to wake up every morning knowing he was the first thing on my mind when I did, and the last thing on my mind when I closed my eyes. I wanted him all to myself. I wanted him to be mine.

I slid down the wall by the refrigerator, a single tear falling down my cheek. I heard light footsteps and I knew it was Justin. I had to get myself together. Scrambling up, I wiped my cheek repeatedly, making sure all my make up was okay. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway, fully unclothed.

That was another thing. He was totally confident, around me at least. he went without clothes more then he went with clothes. I confronted him about it a few times, and he simply stated "I know you don't care, I know you don't look." Yeah, right. He was perfect. How could I not look?

"Ri, you okay?" He said, his voice so soft. I nodded my head, a weak smile on my face. My mind was screaming 'NO! YOU ARE NOT OKAY!' but I ignored it as he took a step closer to me.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." I managed to say, biting on my lip. I knew it would be sore in the morning, but honestly, I didn't even give a ****.

"Well come on, babe. We can go lay down." He nodded his head, and then went over to me, picking me up 'bridal style', starting to carry me to the bedroom. It was times like these where I understood why i fell so completely in love with him.

He carried to my room, and I could already feel my eyelids drooping a bit. He gave me a smile and laid me down on the bed, untying the robe I had on. He made a motion and I under stood it, sitting up as he slid it off. He put it off to the side and then crawled into the bed, pulling the covers over us both. "Go to bed, princess. Go to sleep." He whispered, his arms going around me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, falling into an instant slumber.

That night I dreamt of Justin, like every other night.

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i seriously have writers block.

bleh.

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