My Ultimate Badass

Chapter Twenty-Four

~Georgia's pov~

Wait what? None of my business? Wait so now what? Is this all a massive lie?

"Dylan," I scrambled, pulling him by his collar. He sneered as he watched watch me unfold everything.

"Yes, my Georgia? Didn't I make myself clear?" He smirked horribly.

"What the fuck is this suppose to mean? What is this years all about? How dare you play with my feelings," I whispered, my face not moving an inch.

He started to laugh.

"Oh my god Georgie, take a chill pill, babe-"

"Shut the fuck up, Dylan!" I screamed. His eyes widen with shock and fury. Slowly, he brought his hands to his cheeks, rubbing it slowly as he cast his eyes down.

"You are a fucking man whore! You played with my feelings! Not to mention that you even stole my virginity!" I lashed till I felt my lungs burning. My breathing became unstable and I felt myself becoming faint. Shit, I have asthma.

"You..you can blame me for everything! Yes, I used to, I used to love you! But not now!" Dylan boomed, his face reddening in the process.

"Babe, look at me," he whimpered as he grabbed my cheeks and leaned his forehead into mine.

"Georgia I'm sorry please, cut my balls all you want just..just forgive me please," he whispered.

"What is wrong with you, Dylan?" I cried, my tears falling, every tears breaking me already weak heart.

"First you said a different thing, now you said a different thing again," I whimpered as Dylan wrapped his arms around my face, burying his head in my neck.

"Babe I'm sorry," he cried.

"To think I'll forgive you, don't ever dream of that,drama king!" I snapped, pulling his hand roughly to let go of my hips, but stubbornly he refused.

"Dylan let me go," I said sternly as I gripped on his hands.

"Try me," he grinned.

"Man, you're fucking bipolar," I teased him angrily, knowing that he once blew up after I said that.

"What do you say?" He responded.

"I said, you're fucking' bipolar, Dylan," I sneered, emphasizing the 'f' word.

"Naughty girl-"

"Get off me Dylan!" I screamed when he tackled me onto the couch.

"Think I'll let you off that easy?" He smirked, as he hovered above me.

"What is wrong with you?" I tried to laugh but I ended up coughing.

"Nothing is wrong just wanna have some last fun," he smirked. My heart began to race, as I took in what he meant.

"Man, we had sex like an hour ago, still hungry?" I asked lazily, ignoring the shock in his face. I mentally pat myself on the shoulder for my bravery.

"Maybe I should do it for you," I smirked as I climbed over him. Now that I'm at the top, I'm in charge.

"Now let's see, when will your girl be arriving?" I sneered slyly as I removed my jacket. He wanted fun so I'm giving him one.

"H-how.. How did you know that?" He stuttered.

"I'm intelligent, Dylan," I whispered as I started unbuttoning his shirt.

~Dylan's pov~

My mind went haywire when she sat on top of me. All I could think of was what was going on. She seemed so strong even after crying. I'n sure this is her way of revenge.

"Do you know that the first time you confessed, I thought you were joking" she whispered, laying on top of my naked chest as she trace patterns on my chest. She was partially naked, all I could see was her cleavage.

"G-Georgia s-s-s-top," I hissed.

"Why?" She shot up, looking my straight in the eye.

"I'm gonna give you some fun," she sneered. The next thing she did was unbuckling my belt.

"What the hell you're doing?" I panicked.

"Shhhhh," she giggled.

She simply pulled down my boxers and started to rub it. Shit she needs to stop.

"Stop," I ordered.

She laughed as her eyes darken with lust, her eyes gaping widely. I felt my erection getting higher and higher. Even worse, she nearly gave me a blow job but I immediately stopped her.

"Babe, hope you're full already," she giggled and smirked as she watched me lose control. I lay there in total shock as I controlled myself,to not come on the couch.

She stood up and wore back her jacket and just like that she walked off to the door after giving me a kiss on the cheek. All of a sudden, the door bell rang.

She opened the door as she took in who was in front of her. There stood Becky, her eyes became wide after seeing how disheveled I am on the couch.

"Hey girl," Georgia grinned before continuing. "You might wanna provide your soon-to-be husband some tissues before he mess up the couch," she smirked before leaving the house swiftly.