Her Tattoo on My Heart

Chapter 1

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Out," she replied simply.

"We need to talk," he said.

"Bullshit, there's nothing to talk about."

"Yes! There is!"

"You're leaving me!" Her hands were balled into fists at her sides and her nostrils were flaring. She was pissed. But then he noticed that her eyes were watery and she was crying.

"Ba-"

'Don't call me that anymore," she spat. "If you loved me you wouldn't be leaving me."

"I do love you."

She shook her head. '"If you truly loved me like you said you do then you wouldn't be moving across the country."

"I'm trying to follow my dreams and I though this could be a fresh start for us. That's exactly what we need after what happened."

"What I need is to be around my family." She turned towards the door and Anthony didn't know that this would be the last time that he would see her grassy green eyes and her plump pink lips. "Goodbye Anthony."

SIX MONTHS LATER

Oh God! Oh Yes! Yes!"

As soon as they both came he pulled out and disposed of the condom. The girl whose name he didn't bother to remember was sleeping soundly when he walked back to the bedroom. No matter how many girls he banged she was always on my mind. No amount of meaningless sex would make him forget about her.

Anthony had it all too. Lots of women he could have at his beck and call. Then there was the money and the fame. None of that mattered because he didn't have the girl.

Snatching up all his clothes off the floor he got dressed in a hurry and left her place. In his new truck he slammed my hands against the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

Anthony searched the glove box for his pack of cigarettes. He needed them. And he happened to leave them on that girls kitchen table where they went a few round on hours ago. Actually there probably wasn't a surface that they didn't fuck on. This girl was a regular chick that he would visit. It was a no strings thing and they both were cool with that or he was.

She knew who he was but she wouldn't dare to say a word to anyone. To cover his ass he made her sign a confidentiality agreement to make sure she kept her mouth shut except for when she was screaming out his name during sex. That was allowed and definitely welcomed.

When they banged he wasn't picturing her face nor did he call out her name. No, he always thought of someone else as Anthony did with any casual banging of his. She had walked out of his life and said that he'd never see her again.

After getting settling in LA he went back to where she lived and her place was empty. He asked the neighbors who lived next door to her at the apartment complex and they said her lease was up and she was moving. That's all they knew. His baby was gone and he would never get to touch her and kiss her delicate lips.

He wasn't sure how much longer he stayed in his truck with the keys in the ignition and the car running. There was a tap in the window and when he turned the girl he left was dressed and holding up his cigs. Anthony rolled down the window. "Thanks..."

"It's Amy," she sighed. "Seriously Anthony? We've been doing this for a few weeks and you can't even bother to remember my name?"

"You knew what you were getting into and you agreed to this." He lit his cigarette and after a few seconds he felt calmer. "I don't see what the big deal is."

She shook her head. "Fuck this. I don't give a damn who you are anymore. Whatever this was its over. Find somebody else you can bang anytime you want and treat them just as shitty as you did to me. Relationship or not I'm some gum on the bottom of a shoe." Amy turned on her heels and stormed away. Anthony took one last glance at her tight ass as she was walking before he set off back home.

After that chick Amanda or whatever the hell her name was done yelling at him he really wanted to fuck. Somehow she managed to turn him on. He called up another frequent fling by the name of Rachel, or at least that was the name he put as her contact name. "Hey, you free right now?"

"Yeah, you wanna?" She asked.

"Hell yeah. You home?"

"Come and get me."

"I'm already outside."

Somehow his dick was doing all the thinking because he was in her driveway. He got out of the car and strolled right up to the door. When she opened the door her caramel curls cascaded down her shoulders and landed right about her perky breasts. "Fuck," he growled low in his throat. "I like em when they're on display." Oh they were on display all right. The shirt was a seductively low-cut V-neck. It didn't take Anthony long before she was buck ass naked and calling out his name.