Cold Hearted

•Pay Back•

    {•Unedited•}
                          ~Ida's POV~

       "You cheated!" I shout, looking at Santi with a glare. He looks at me with wide eyes.
    "No, I didn't," he says. "You just suck at go fish." I lay down, trying to block out the loud music that's still blaring through the whole apartment from the next room. "Do you want me to make them leave? They probably won't, but I can try."
    "It's fine," I say, giving him a smile. "Although, you should take a shower. You smell like weed." He laughs, laying beside me, resting his hand on my hip. I admire his features. Zane and Ever really did create a handsome handsome man.
    "Take one with me?" He asks with a lustful glint in his eyes. Shaking my head, he groans, nuzzling his face in my neck. I run my fingers through his hair, resting my eyes. Even out of all the hard ache and pain of today, this moment makes it all worth it. I'm able to ignore the loud music and horrible smell and enjoy him holding me like I'm his anchor.
     "I love you," I say. He opens one eye, lowering his body so he's head is in my chest. It's not sexual at all, just an affectionate action. "I didn't get to say it back when you said it because you pulled out the Go Fish cards."
    "You don't have to say it for my benefit," he says, closing his eyes again. He must be exhausted. Part of me wants to drop it so he can sleep, but I also want to reassure him that I'm his.
    "I'm not," I tell him. "I really do love you. I have for a long time." He brings himself up on his elbow, the muscle of his bicep flexing out along with the veins in his forearm.
    "For a long time? Didn't you hate me all these years?" I shake my head, giggling. I was a better actor than I gave myself credit for. No part of me hated him at all; it was impossible.
    "No, not at all. You were to sweet to hate; I was just blinded by what my father would tell me. I've had a crush on you since middle school. My twelve year old self would be jumping up and down if she knew she would be laying in your bed with you right now." He chuckles, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
    "But I did annoy you?" To that, I do nod with wide eyes. He runs his free hand down his face as he flops into his back. I rest my head on his chest, throwing my arm over his stomach. "I always thought you were beautiful. My mom she- never mind, I'm sorry."
    "No, keep going. I don't care if you talk about her; she was lovely." I can tell he's smiling.
    "She would always tease me about my crush on you and my dad would threaten to tell you about my crush as if you didn't already know. My mom was disappointed about me getting in all those fights, but I think she knew I would do it again for you if needed. She told me that if I really felt how I do about you, to never give it up."
    "So she told you to torture me until I gave in?" He laughs, wrapping his arms around me. "They seemed wonderful, and from the times I met them they were. Your goodbye with them isn't forever."
    "Oh please, we all know I'm going straight to hell," he says. He sits up, keeping me in place.
    "Where are you going?"
    "The shower like you said." I scoffs, not moving from his lap. He cups my cheek for the tenth time tonight. "This is probably gonna bruise. He really got you good."
    "I know," I say sadly. My sad eyes meet his.
    "He won't hurt you like this again, I promise." I give him a small peck, resting my forehead against his. He brushes my hair out of the way, deepening the kiss. Just that small action makes my heart skip a beat. His tongue brushes around mine, moaning against my lips.
     I can feel myself get wetter as we continue. Soon he's laying back down with me straddling him. I don't know what I'm doing, but my body is telling me that I do. Our kiss grows more heated, his hands gripping and running over my body aggressively.   
    "I want you," I whine. Ever since we finished in his old bedroom I've had a burning desire for him again. His hands grip my ass, squeezing it. I never even thought there was enough to grab. "Please."
     "What do you want me to do?" He grinds against me. I can feel his massive bulge through his jeans.
    "Show me what you meant earlier." He flips me over, my knees spreading to let him between my legs. He cups my aching sex, rubbing my clit through my underwear; they're no use anymore.
    "No," he says. My brows pull together in confusion. "You haven't made me mad." Oh shit. He unbuckles his jeans and slides them down with his boxers. I sit up the best I can and remove the dress, thankful I choose to not wear a bra. He rips my panties off, throwing them somewhere on the floor.
    "Is the door locked?"
    "Of course." I push at his chest, sitting back up. 
     "Actually, I'm really tired and you do need that shower." His lips part in shock. You would think someone took away his favorite toy.
    "Are you serious?"
    "That's payback for cheating. Now take a shower, you smell."
   
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