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💫ANGEL💫

I walked over to the bare naked, tall, perfect man. I watched him as he eyed my John. I didn't blame him. I was blessed. Holding up my lovely best friend, the tequila bottle that was a few sips away from empty, I called a truce, publicly.

"Dear old, Aaron. I just came over to say...we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Here's to new friendships." I toasted.

"Cheers, bro. New friendships." He held up his beer bottle.

"Wait! No! You can't take down a weak ass bottle of beer, dude. Here." I held up my bottle and motioned for him to waterfall. I poured all of the tequila that was left down his throat.

"Sheesh! That stuff is poisonous." He whined.

"No that's nothing. Try these. They'll put you on your back." I held out two blue pills.

"Whoa. I've never."

"Oh. Ok. My bad." I shrugged, popping one into my mouth and taking it down with the drop of tequila left in the corner of the bottle.

"What would it hurt?" Aaron surprised me, popping the last one and washing it down with his beer.

Checkmate.

For the next hour, I "bonded" with my new little friend, got him to share his life story. Cringed every time he mentioned his love muffin, Giselle, and managed to not share one single thing about myself. It wasn't until Loki barged in and interrupted us that I finally got a break. The moment he and Aaron started talking, I walked away.

"We might just have to move down here, man." Jeremy slurred every word that came out of his mouth.

"Tell me that while you're sober, and I'll believe you."

"True." He laughed.

"Seriously though, you're in good hands and it makes me feel better. You've got a good crew. You know what I say, your crew is a reflection of you. They know how to take care of each other. I dig that."

"Yeah, me too." I lowered my head. Feelings. Was I sobering up? "I'm going to get another bottle." I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way inside the party. Walking right to the back of the bar, I grabbed another bottle of tequila.

"Really?" Her soft voice left a whispering mist on the back of my neck.

"Giselle."

"Angel."

"Fancy running into you here."

"Now I see why you were trying the 'sober' thing."

"Oh really?"

"You're a terrible drunk."

"But I'm not drunk." I walked up on her, looking down into her soft features.

"I would love it if you just put the bottle down."

"I would love it if you just broke it off with Aaron and gave me a chance." I rolled my eyes when her shoulders slumped. "Come on. Have a few drinks with me."

"I can't." She began looking around.

"He's outside."

"Angel."

"Why don't you go back upstairs and put that cute little dress back on?"

"What?" She giggled. "Why?"

"Although I'd love to see you standing there in a towel, that little thing did a number on me earlier. I'd fuck you so good in that thing. Aaron can watch" I winked.

"Oh my God." I watched as she squeezed her legs together.

Checkmate.

"You sure that wasn't the drugs? Or Zoe?" She countered.

"Jealous?"

"Yes." I wasn't expecting that. She knew I wasn't. I could tell by the way her eyes darted in the opposite direction.

"Well, how do you think I feel?" Taking my first swig from my new bottle of tequila, I shouldered pass her, but I didn't leave her side before saying, "Go get dressed, please." She did.


THE NIGHT WAS COMING TO AN END. Everyone had left and Loki had cleaners getting his house back to normal. The entire crew stayed behind, too trashed to make it home. Zack and Vanessa were cuddling up on the couch. Imagine that. Aaron crashed in one of the guestrooms, just as I planned. Maxine and Sevyn were snuggling on the rug, scrolling through their phones. I was standing at the kitchen island, still drinking. Giselle was sitting alone on the couch opposite Vanessa and Zack. The way she kept looking up at me, I knew she'd make her way over soon.

"I want to thank all of you for a great night. I love you guys." Loki was on his way up the stairs. "I can't hang. It's three in the morning and I'm about to pass out until Sunday."

"Goodnight", "Thanks", "We love you" were a few of the shouts he got back. I just raised my bottle in his direction.

Giselle began her angelic glide over to face me. Watching every step she took, holding my breath as I anticipated the conversation she'd cooked up in her head. Her face was so peaceful. Why would God make a woman so beautiful and appealing to every piece of my appetite just to attach her to another man?

"Still drinking?"

"Yup." My voice came out raspy and grungy. I almost didn't recognize it.

"Angel, are you okay?"

"Nope."

"Well, can we talk about it?"

"I'm glad you put that dress back on. You look amazing."

"Seriously." Giselle turned to look back at our friends, all spread out around the living room.

"Here." I put the top of the bottle to her lips and poured her an estimated double shot. I took one after her, though I didn't need it.

"How are you functioning right now?"

"The pain in my heart is keeping me alive."

Giselle walked up into my face. So close, I could feel her breathing on my lips. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah?" I turned my head away from her.

"You don't have to poison yourself over me."

"Giselle." I turned back to look at her, pulling her by her waist. "You broke my heart—". Voice cracking, heart suddenly aching from the sound of those words, a tear escaped my left eye. It broke her just as badly as it had broken me. I took in air with a shaky breath.

My golden state princess wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug. Pushing me back to take in my appearance, she wiped my cheek and kissed the spot where the last tear fell. I could tell she sincerely meant no harm. I just didn't understand how she managed to hide her relationship from me. How did she manage to fall for a guy while she loved another? How?

Giselle took my bottle out of my hand and chugged an unhealthy amount of my drink. Scrunching her face as it went down, I knew she would regret that soon.

"Come here."

My instincts got the best of me. I grabbed her neck and pulled her close, pressing my lips into her. She kissed me back simultaneously, our tongues colliding as we slurped on the messiest of kisses we'd ever exchanged. Tongue between my lips. Lips between my lips. Neck between my teeth. And I touched her everywhere. The moan she let out when I inched up her dress let me know she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.

"We can't." She turned to see if anyone was watching. "I'm going to bed."

"Can I come?" I whispered behind her. She didn't answer. She didn't turn to acknowledge my question. She had no idea I was coming along anyway.

The moment Giselle disappeared up the stairs, Zack sat up and smiled at me. I took one last gulp of my tequila and raised it in the air, signaling that I would be attempting to prove my point shortly. I made my way up the stairs. It took three guest rooms for me to find out where Giselle and her lover boy were shacked up. Once I peeped in and spotted them laying on completely opposite sides of the bed, I flipped the switch down, and stood in the doorway.

"What are you doing, Angel?" Giselle whispered.

"I wasn't finished." I whispered back, hiding a devilish gaze behind the shadows of the dark room.

"Please go away."

"No." I walked towards the bed. I saw her try to get up and ease from the bed, so I pushed her back down.

"Angel. No. What are you doing?"

"I need you."

It was like a hush match for the next five minutes. Both talking nothing short of a whisper, she continued to talk me into leaving and I continued to turn her down. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down towards me. I crawled the rest of the way, Aaron only about three inches on the other side of us.

"I need you." I repeated.

"Aaron is right here, Angel. Have you lost your mind?"

"I lost my heart." I croaked. Caressing her legs and then her thighs, I stared into her soul, waiting for a sign that she would break her word. I needed that sure "no" to be taken back. I needed her to want it desperately in order to pull off the impossible. "Let me—" I started at her calf, licking up her leg. She tensed up immediately, releasing her grip on my wrists. Once I got to the inside of her thighs, I sucked her skin into my lips and bit down gently. I heard her let out a silent exhale. Continuing my tease, I warped my hands around her hips and climbed up higher. By the time I made it between her legs, she was quivering like a lost puppy on a cold rainy night.

"Angel." She sighed, taking my hair into her fist. "Please."

If she could see my face, she would have begged me to leave again. There was an ounce of evil sprinkled on the pleasure I felt. I was winning. I was taking her down a destructive road that she would never forgive me for the next day. I was going to make her cheat on her perfect little boyfriend and ruin her perfect little relationship for one lustful moment of pleasure.

Without removing her underwear, I pleased her down below. So delicate. So well-managed. So sweet. It was everything I imagined it would be. And she lost it, clinching anything she could get her hands on. I was sure, by the time I was done with her, I'd have a ball spot from the way she tugged at my hair.

"Please, Angel."

"Shh." I wanted to laugh. I almost laughed. But I needed to do more damage. "Please what?" I whispered. Giselle pulled me up onto her.

"Please." She whined. If I wasn't so pissed at her, I would've been in heaven listening to her beg for me.

I heard a creaking sound. Looking back, I noticed Zack peeping in the door. I hoped he left before he ruined everything. Almost as if he heard my thoughts, he disappeared down the hall. I turned my attention back to Giselle, who was tugging at my towel. Why hadn't I noticed I was still naked? Was I that messed up? A druggy. An alcoholic. And after tonight...a pivotal asshole.

"If you want it, put it in." I hissed into her ear. "Show me that you really want it." I saw her try to take her dress off. I wasn't having it. Seeing her in that thing while I took away her integrity was like the cherry on top. The icing on the cake. Whipped cream on the frap. "Leave it on."

When I entered her, I wanted to abort the mission. I wanted to abandon ship and run for the hills. Why was she so good? Why was being inside her deep sea so lifechanging? When I said I needed it, I didn't know that it was the realest statement I'd said all night. When I said I needed it, I didn't know that God himself would stab me in the back and turn my joke around on me. When I entered her, I needed her more than I ever did before. Or maybe it was the drugs.

I didn't take my time. I didn't care for gentleness. I rocked little Miss no longer perfect's world. And I rocked it hard. Every now and then, I'd peep over at Aaron to see if we'd woken him. He was dead to the world for at least twenty hours.

"Mmm, shit." I groaned, fighting the urge to explode.

"Angel!" Giselle was loud. She was a careless mess. "Oh my God!"

"Shh... Aaron, remember." I mocked.

"Mmmm." The way her body shook underneath me was driving me mad. Beads of sweat escaping from both of our pores, met, created puddles of our love onto the sheets. Giselle's moans mixed with the groans of my own pleasure made music that carried throughout the dark room, into the halls, signaling everyone in earshot of our madness. She was so wet for me, shaking beneath my body as she wrapped her legs around my waist and clawed away at my back. I gave it to her rough and hard, but slow and passionate. Aaron's dumb ass still lay a few inches away, sleeping off the drugs and alcohol. A part of me felt sorry for him. But that part was only about one percent of my consciousness.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to put an end to it. She was too loud, too out of control, and I was through the roof and on the verge of shouting her name loud enough for the Gods to hear. I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up by the hips, and shoved myself deep into her without warning. She practically screamed and I knew I only had a good two more strokes left. I was wrong. One more pump and I was spraying her down on her backside.

Mission accomplished.

You can never fuck over and fuck over.




***Author's Words****

All it takes is a little bit of pain and humiliation to pull you under

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