love on the brain

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Emily's POV

My eyes dart to Alison who glanced at her brother in annoyance.

She just said I was her girlfriend. She introduced me to her brother as her girlfriend. Her family. As her girlfriend.

My inner self was screaming in joy, jumping up and down and humming like a Disney princess.

"You know where the guess room is. Help yourself and don't disturb me", Alison tells her brother who stood there with his hands in his pocket.

Alison walks towards me grabbing my head tightly, and pulling me into the direction she was heading.

She led me upstairs into the master bedroom, she pushed me inside the room before walking in herself and shutting the door.

She was upset but I couldn't help to care about I was her girlfriend.

She turned to me anger flustered in her cheeks.
I look at her trying my best not to smile.

She sighed.
"Where's the rest of your clothes?"

"I went to the pool"

"Doesn't answer my question Emily. So I'll ask you again... where's the rest of your clothes?", she asked.

I was confused. What was she mad about, more like who at?

"What's wrong?", I asked approaching her.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is not only did my brother show up announced, he now thinks your my girlfriend", she spat running her fingers through her hair before walking past me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

I stood there, feeling that rush of realization hit me.

Alison doesn't do the romance thing. Remember.

I turned to her as she looked up at me, "that's only because you told him that I was", I say trying not show my tone of attitude wanting to come out.

I bit my tongue to control my anger.

"Well what did you expect to say Emily? That your some girl I fuck. The relationship between us is non-disclosure.. meaning I can't speak a word of this to anyone. Not even my brother"

Some girl?
What relationship, Alison?
The one where you fuck me until I'm sore, where I rather drink myself drunk so I don't have to be reminded that I gave up my engagement for you. For someone so cruel and heartless.

Someone who only took pleasure on everyone's else's pain. You claim you need me, but you don't need shit. You need help because you are 50 shades of fucked up.

You confused the hell out of me. Wanting to hold me one minute the next you want to punish me. I'm not allowed to show my body unless it's for you. I'm not allowed to leave without letting you know where I'm going.

You see while you were fucking me Alison, I on the other hand was making love to you.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to control my emotions wanting to come out.

She noticed my expression, understanding what I thought. She stood up from the bed quickly walking towards me, "please don't tell me you thought I was serious?", she asked.

Yes.
"No", I lied looking at her. For some reason it felt as she could see right through me and my bullshit ass lie. She knew I was lying. I could tell she knew.

"I told you emily I don't— I cut her off, "I know. Y-you don't do the romance thing. I just thought t— she cut me off, "thought what?", she asked, her words sharp and harsh.

"nothing", my eyes drop to the ground.

My voice was soft and sounded as if it was gone. The embarrassment flooded my face, I literally was turning red.

I noticed she was beginning to say something when I interrupted her again.

"I'm gonna go shower", I say before walking to the bathroom. I rushed to the door trying to push it open, and the door wouldn't move.

The door had to be jammed at the worst moment. I struggled to open it, i wanted to go to the bathroom to avoid something like this, if anything this was making this whole situation worst.

I hear Alison sigh in frustration, as she walked behind me, placing her body against mine causing me to stop my movement.

She used to strength and the door opened. I swallowed hard, feeling her breathe heavily on my neck sending chills up and down my spine.

I went to enter the bathroom when she grabbed my hand that was holding my towel up to cover my almost naked body.

The towel dropped to the ground and I looked up at her, searching her eyes as I feel her hands pin my wrist against the wall.

I breathed heavily, feeling herself grow on me. She then connects her lips with my slowly letting go of my wrist and placing her hands on my hips.

I didn't want to but I knew I was going to kiss her back, which I did. Still kissing me she led me into the bathroom, pushing my body against the corner.

She parts from me breathing heavily, "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings", she apologizes.

I look at her.

"This is who I am. This is who I'll forever be. You know that before we even started this"

She explains as if that answers all of my questions roaming my head.

Like why the fuck are you so confusing? The other day it was like you were confessing your feelings for me. And now I'm just some girl you fuck.

Wow. How fucking ridiculous is this. How does that even work.

Make up your mind. Either you want all of me, or you take none. I'm getting really sick and tired of falling for you and you not catching me.

But instead of starting another mini argument, I decide to be calm and collective.

"I understand. It's my fault for thinking otherwise. I mean clearly you were right I should read everything before I sign.", I explain removing away from her, I walked towards the shower turning on the water so it could get hot.

"oh", was the only thing that escaped from her mouth.

"you know you can go right? I'm pretty sure your brother is destroying the downstairs right now as we speak", I say causing her to roll her eyes and chuckle.

But some how I knew she didn't like me speaking of her brother, more like she didn't like me talking about anyone that wasn't her.

"Right. So I'll leave you to it. Dinner will be ready at 7 as usual. I know how you don't like sitting in the dining room so I'll just have Ally bring it up to you", she tells me.

"No", I blurt out causing her expression to change.

"I mean— it's fine. I'll have dinner downstairs with you, and what's his face", I say pretending as if I didn't know his name.

"Okay", she says walking out of the bathroom.

Alison wanted to play games. Then let's play.

"Game on, A"