He Bought Me

31.

Franky

I admire the man I love. Even in his rare high, he worries about me. So, what if I didn't come? To see him like this, it's worth it. I kiss his cheek, "I'll get the keys"

"No...stay" he appears so weak yet freshly awake. I nod my head then rest my head on his shoulder. I love you, I want to whisper but I'm as good as dead if I tell him that. I'll lose him. How can I be madly in love with someone I've known for a few weeks? How can I feel more like myself with him? So happy when he easily hurts me? But hell, I love him.

We stay in the same position for what feels like hours before a knock on the window startles me. "What the fuck?!" Boris snaps. "Hold on" he fixes his pants before jumping out. I grab my pants and panties and quickly shove them on. I can hear Boris cursing Lincoln out.

"Boris!" I yell as I climb out of the car. Lincoln is as white as a ghost. I turn to Boris, "Hey, let's just go home" home? Boris looks at me shocked but recovers and scowls at Lincoln.

"Thank her!" he shouts, "She just fucking saved you"

"Lincoln, you don't have to thank me. Give us a second"

He nods. "Sorry again" he whimpers then hands me the keys and rushes off. Boris looks like he's ready to rip someone's head off, I guess our time together didn't help at all. I blow him a kiss before opening the driver's door. I turn on the car, turn on the heater then roll down the windows.

"Out" Boris snarls. Before I could protest, he yanks me out of the car then slams me into the door. "If I fucking tell him to do something then he fucking does it and you have no say in it!" he screams with pure rage in my face.

"Stop," I say.

"You're the one that needs to stop!"

I find the courage and look him in his eyes but he shuts his. "No," he whispers, his voice softer. "You can't do that to me"

Do what? "And you can't talk to me like that. What happened?"

"Next time, you're taking the damn pill"

"That's what this is about?" I almost rolled my eyes when I realized I said that out loud. Instead, I continue. "I'm not taking any damn pill, so, next time bring a condom"

"You were the one begging for it" his words are harsh but his tone is serious. "I don't know about you but that was fucking amazing and I would've been better if we came together"

"So..." I take a second to replay what just happened and this new information. "You snapped at Lincoln, jerked me out of a car, then almost throw me through it because I didn't come?"

"Hell," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "I'm an asshole"

"You're my Boris" I rest my forehead on his chest. My Boris...my beast, I love you.

I passed out the second my head hit the pillow. I'm furious, I wanted to hear him say his famous three words, they mean as much to me as the other three words. Will he hurt him if I say them? How can loving someone be so fearful? I'm dying to tell him, literally, it hurts. He needs to know, right? Maybe I'm too pathetic, maybe I'm too fucked up, maybe I'm too much of a child.

"Franky, baby, wake up" Boris's voice is soft and smooth. Goosebumps creep through me when his fingertips slide perfectly up my body. In my bra and his shorts expose too much skin, it doesn't help my case.

"Let me sleep" I groan.

"Do you want me to wake you up?" I can't see him yet I know he's smirking.