Gone 2 Long

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Antheia POV

I stared out of my large window in the office, waiting for Tyler to come back. Our workday was over but I had to wait behind cause he asked me to develop a few photos for him. I looked down at my watch getting a little frustrated knowing I'd be late for drinks with J soon. He came back strolling carrying a file and a USB. I grabbed both before placing them in my leather suitcase. I grabbed my coat along with my phone and keys.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, but listen. There's something I need to ask you."

I turned my body fully so I was placing my full attention on him. He moved closer to me before standing close to me... a little too close for my liking. He placed his hands on my waist and I immediately tensed up, guarding myself. He inched a little closer and his curly locks tickled the surface of my cheeks. I tried pulling myself back but his grip on me was too strong.

"Hey, uhm, can you let go of me maybe. I'm late for something."

"Why go when you can stay here and have fun with me, just the two of us baby." I shook my head knowing this wouldn't end well on his behalf but I had to remain cool.

I was about to say something when his lips attached themselves to my neck and his hands travelled down to my lower torso. My body was literally resisting his whole touch but the idiot wasn't understanding. I tried shoving him off but then his grip became tighter and my anger was immediately ignited causing me to lift my leg up towards his male region causing him to immediately let go. I lifted his head up with my finger before laying a hard piercing slap causing his tan skin to become slightly red.

"When a woman tells you to let go, she clearly doesn't want you." I harshly spat before bending down to retrieve my car keys.

"Enjoy your evening Ty." I said sweetly as I walked away ignoring his loud groans and complaints.

***

"You fucking did what? Momma, you a badass... remind me to never piss you off." I laughed off Sam's statement as I had just explained the story as to why I had a small already fading hickey on my neck.

I had been sitting at this bar for quite some time now along with Wilkinson, Dressler, Johnson and this girl who I had just met and found out it was Sam's ex-girlfriend. Her name was Stassie and gosh was she perfection, Sam had some seriously good taste in woman. I wanted to speak to her but she had been giving me quite the eye from the moment I walked in and immediately sparked conversation with Sam.

"Why'd you two break up?" I question Sam, removing myself from my own trance.

"I cheated on her." He replied nonchalantly while he shrugged his shoulders. I attacked the back of his head with a slap earning a little Ow from him.

"You're disgusting you know that you act like you never even cared."

"Ayy babe you just got here, you don't know the whole story. There's a lot of bullshit that got us to that point okay." I just rolled my eyes at him, typical of a boy not to own up to their faults.

I stood up and excused myself from the table in order to use the bathroom, I've been suppressing this piss for so long, I might just blow up at any given moment. Once I was relieved and made sure I was fine, I left the stall and made my way to the sinks, where I was confronted by Stassie on her phone.

"Hey, I hope this isn't weird and all but I wanted to apologize. I noticed I was giving you looks when you back there and I just wanted to say I'm totally cool if you and Sam are a thing." I let out a little chuckle while drying my hands.

"Friends. Samuel's a fuckboy and I have no time for those, we're just good friends." Her lips curled into a smile as I cleared up the situation.

"Well, in that case, this was awkward but either way, I really like you. Think we can put that lil situation aside and be mates?"

"Besties even," I replied to her causing her to laugh. I was immediately filled with euphoria, I finally had my first girlfriend.