𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Controlling ~𝘾𝙕𝙆~

Imagine him looking at you with those eyes, while holding you against the wall.
*instant lip bite*

"Z you're making a big deal out of nothing!" I shouted storming into our shared apartment.

"You were flirting with my best friend, RIGHT IN MY FACE!" He yelled slamming the door.

"No one was flirting with anyone, and don't you raise your fucking voice at me!" I exclaimed, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, babe?"

Before we let this go on, let me tell you something about my boyfriend here. First of all, we aren't together. We never have been, he's just overly obsessed with the fact that he needs to look after me every second of every muthafucking day. We've been best friends since grade school; he was picking on one of my friends on the playground and I was bold enough to confront him. By doing that he immediately accepted me into his little "crew". I didn't mind, mainly because I was new to Ottawa and the girl was my only friend. They went on to date for a few months in high school, but she ended up cheating on him with some random drug dealer. I lost her as a friend but gained one for life. Sadly at that time he started getting very protective of me. Like I would never get asked to any kind of dance because he was threatening the poor guys. I know he's just looking out for me, but honestly he needs to chill. Back to your regular programing.

"Who do you think you're talking to? I'm not one of your dumb hoes, that you can just control! YOU DON'T OWN- -

"See that right there, that's where you're wrong." With one swift move my back was placed up against the fridge and his tall figure towering over me.

"I might not own you, but you're mine. You'll always be mine." He lifted my chin and made me look into his eyes. His mesmerizing dark brown- WTF.

"Z-

"Looks like you're not so bold now, are you?" He smirked. "I- I don-

He was right, like a switch had been flipped, I was speechless.

"Maybe I should teach you a little lesson about flirting." His hand took both of my arms and lifted them above my head. While the other one caressed my body, my jaw, my neck, down my breasts to my waist.

"Do you think Brandon can treat you better than me?" His eyes shifted to a dark lustful shade as his other hand went under my hoodie.

"Do you think Brandon could be a better best- fuck that." He said under his breath, his right hand finding its way down to my sweats, toying with the strings. He knew one pull of the string and they would be gone, since he purposely bought the set for me and so called "forgot" my size.

"Do you think Arreaga could fuck you better than I could?"

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