Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 𝚃 𝚆 𝙾

As we're sitting in the car, driving home, I start biting my lip harder and harder. Trying not to cry.

This night was supposed to make me feel like I was amazing. I was showing people what David had missed out on. The amazing, beautiful daughter they had all missed. And I was there. I was almost there and then he ruined it by acting like he was my dad. Like he cared. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is having possession over what is so-called his.

Well, I'm not his though. Not his daughter, not his nothing. The only thing we share is DNA, but fuck that.

When we finally get home, we walk into the apartment in silence. When the front door closes we both just stand there for a second. The silence deafening.

I slowly look up at Zach and I can see in his eyes that he feels for me. My eyes must look glassy as I'm trying my hardest not to cry right now. I will not cry over that asshole.

Zach reaches out and pulls me in his embrace for a tight hug. I hug him back while snuggling my head in the crook of his neck. He smells amazing. He rubs the bare of my back and slowly rocks me from left to right, trying to comfort me.

"Zach?" I ask soft and he nods. "Dav." He says softly back and I smile a little at his nickname for me. "Help me forget," I whisper and he stops rocking me. He slowly pulls half out of our hug and he looks me in the eyes. I'm not crying but my tears are on the verge of breaking out, he can see that.

"You're vulnerable right now Davina. I don't know if-"

"Please." I know I sound desperate but I don't care. I'm so done with giving a shit about everything.

He looks at me for a second before his gaze falls on my lips. Another second before he leans in and slowly and gently kisses me. The kiss is sweet and soft. My arms slowly snake around his neck and my hands find his hair. His arms fall lower and his hands travel to my waist as he carefully holds me. His grip slowly tightening.

We both pull back to catch a breath and the second kiss awakens the heat. It's nothing like the first kiss. It's full of passion and frustration. Letting it all out in this one kiss. Zach deepens the kiss and our tongues explore each other's mouths, fighting for dominance.

He carefully walks us back into his bedroom, not once breaking our kiss. As we enter his bedroom my belly fills with need and warmth.

My hands find their way back to his chest and I pull off his blazer, only to come back and unbutton his shirt. I can hear him take off his shoes while he zips down the back of my dress. As the dress falls down to the ground, I step out of my heels which makes me a lot smaller all of a sudden.

Zach guides me to the bed and slowly lays me down as our kiss breaks. I'm now just in my underwear but I don't feel exposed. All I can feel is the heat of his body against mine. He runs his hands down the sides of my body while letting his fingers lightly trace the goosebumps he's creating. His hands find my hips and he firmly grabs on to them as he brings his face back to mine.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He whispers and kisses me again. His fingers digging into my skin which is giving me a whole other sensation. I feel a twitch between my thighs and let out a soft moan that he swallows between our kisses.

"Zach." I breathe, trying to finish my sentence but can't. He understands exactly what I'm trying to say and he doesn't miss a beat. His fingers trail down to my underwear and he pulls it off in one swift motion. His fingers finding their way to my slit. He makes eye contact with me as he enters one finger and then another. I moan at the delicious sensation as his finger pump in and out of me while his thumb is caressing my clit.