𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 55

Ariana Grande - God Is A Woman, Bilal Hassani - Jaloux

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Oh there she goes again, every morning is the same. She stands up, walks to the kitchen, drinks a Red Bull, grabs a blanket and sits down on the couch, watching The Originals. This has been going on like this for the past two weeks. 

Since Beth can walk again she has created this cycle of depression and, yeah, I understand you can't - mentally - heal within two weeks, but she can't go on living like this.

Later today I return from the gym and take a shower before sitting next to her on the couch. I press a kiss on her cheek, but she ignores me completely. 

We sit there in silence and I hear her chuckle softly a few times when Klaus Mikaelson starts ripping people's hearts out again. 

When the episode ends, she turns around to look at me and suddenly starts kissing me passionately. 

This happens. Every. Single. Night. And quite frankly it's starting to annoy me. 

Beth sits down on my lap and rubs her hips up and down my crotch. I feel my blood rushing down between my legs and I have to stop this before it's too late.

'Stop.' I say.

At least that still works on her... She looks at me, rolling her eyes - clearly annoyed - and removes her hands from my neck before standing up and walking away. Why does she do this to me? 

I try to get my emotions and thoughts in the same place. I'm turned on and I want to fuck her up against the wall, but I can't let this behaviour continue. 

I am her boyfriend and yes, I love it when she does this to me, but lately I get the feeling she's using me to distract herself from her own pain.

'Way to kill the mood.' She whispers while opening the fridge.

I stand up. I am done. I have kept my mouth shut for two weeks and I let her treat me the way she wanted to.

'I'm killing the mood?!' I walk around the couch.

'Are you deaf? Yes. You are killing the mood.' She points at me with a bottle of water in her hand.

I inhale and exhale a few times, trying to not snap at her right now. 

She stares at me while raising her eyebrow. If I didn't know any better I might start to think she wants to start a fight.

'Talk to me, Beth.' I say with a soft voice, trying to be the bigger person.

'I was about to fuck you on that couch and you stopped me.' She points at the couch with the same hand.

'You have been fucking me on that couch for the last two weeks!' I point at it too. 

'As a matter of fact, that is the only place you allowed me to fuck you for the last two weeks!' I raise my voice.

This is not even about sex. It does bother me a little, but that's not the reason I'm angry at her.

'So what?!' She spreads her arms in the air. 

'You should be happy I'm having sex with you in the first place!' She yells back.

I start to laugh and I shake my head.

Oh, yeah, now she has triggered all the anger I've been holding in.

'Go on! Let it all out!' I yell too.