1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

House of Love (Pt. 2 of)

Word count:2364

I knock on the door softly and as usual Josh opens it. He offers me a small smile before opening the door.

His feelings where always blunt. He didn't hide how he didn't like guys who were cuter then him.

I didn't just find him cute. I loved Josh the moment we met.

I just suck at these things.

I shut the door behind me and he begins to pull off his shirt.

"Josh we need to talk." I tell him and he instantly looks as though he was being thrown away.

"No." He says flatly.

"I don't want to talk." He says and I'm slightly taking aback.

"No Josh we can't do this anymore." I tell him and he freezes. Tears instantly start to feel his eyes before he looks away.

"Then, stop. I don't want to talk about it. Lets just end things now." He says and I blush.

"Josh;"

"I said I don't want to hear it!" He yells and then silence as tears begin to fall.

"I don't want to hear how you've moved on. How he's cuter. How this was only fun for you." He says and I only rush over to him.

"I'm not with you because you're cute." I tell him hugging him tightly.

"You're cute yes. But if I only wanted a cute body, I wouldn't have chosen you. I would have  chosen someone I could have and leave. Call on when i needed sex. I'm with you because from the first moment I saw you. The moment I opened the door to you standing there. I loved you." I tell him and he squeezes me tightly.

"Matt." He says and I just hug him.

"So you're not gonna leave me for Ali." He says and I smile.

"No, he's Luke's, and I only want you." I smile before kissing him.

I kiss his lips softly and he tries to pulls away but I keep him from doing so. He opens his mouth and I deepen the kiss. He was all I wanted and I needed to make him see it.

So after I kiss him I pull away.

"I love you." He says and I smile.

"No I love you." I tell him and he smiles. That beautiful smile.

"No you." He says and that's it.

"Time for vanilla love making."

*

I was born in extreme wealth. My parents where the faces of their company and I was born into upper class. That oh so exclusive one percent. I was the picture of perfection.

For eighteen years. There was only studies, piano, gardening, and every other hobbies that make the wealthy high class.

My father  made a promise to me. I'd get an allowance and when I'm married I'll get my inheritance.

But I didn't want the money. I just wanted the fun.

Fun became random sex with random people.

Drinking, threesomes, anything that could push me to the edge of pleasure.

Until one day a year after I moved in. There was a knock on the door.

I open it thinking it was another one of my flings I called over but no.

I was met with red hair and the widest smile and at that very moment I was smitten.

"You're cute." I tell him and he only blushes slightly. Still all smiles.