Try for Me.

Aiden was not in the main living room, which I assumed he went into one of the bedrooms. Red flags stirred inside me, as I told myself it would be stupid to try and find him; I will just get a new sweater. Instead I left, I hurried alone down the dark streets as it lightly sprinkled. I knew where I was going, the only place I felt safe at anymore. I knew there was an adorable dog that was therapeutic for me, and an amazing man that although he denied his feelings for me, I knew he loved me deep down inside, awaiting me.

"How did I know?" He was sarcastic, and I just smiled as he opened the door for me.

"Thanks," I bit my bottom lip. He moved to the side as I hurried in, soaking wet now since the rain picked up on my way here.

"Dare I ask where your sweater is?" He calmly asks. I closed my eyes and smelt his wonderful house, he had some oils burning and they were amazing.

"All this for me?" I ask, gesturing to the oil burner that's plugged in and the only light illuminating the room. He chuckled, locking the doors and shaking his head.

"I knew you were coming," he admits. I knew it, my heart skipped a beat as butterflies swam in my stomach. "So, I needed my oils to relax me." Ouch. I rapidly blinked twice and furrowed my brows in response. "Plus, it was smelling like wet dog in here." George looked up at him like he knew his owner was talking shit.

"That's all?" I whisper. I stared at the floor for answers that I knew were not there. I closed my eyes and tightened my hands on the bottom of my white racer back tank top. I exhaled sharply, and stood up, patting his dogs head before walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" He calls, glancing over at me from the kitchen now.

"I don't know," I shrug, my fingers tracing along the deadbolts lock. "Anymore."

"Vivi," he sighed. Stop, don't call me that Jace, please. I shrugged repetitively without realizing it until his hand stopped me. "What are you on?"

"I don't even know," I sheepishly admit, shifting my eyes to his.
"Why do you keep acting like you care, Jace? Why do you keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He defensively replied, intensely staring into my eyes. I gesture to him.

"This," I answer matter of factly. "Look at you, you say you don't want me yet-"

"I never said I don't want you," He corrected with a frown.
"I said, I can't."

"Same shit, Jace!" I screamed. "The semantics!"

"Vivi, just go to bed," his hand slid down my arm onto mine that's holding the doorknob.

"I can't," I smack my lips. "I can't."

"Now," he sternly demands. "Seriously, go the fuck to bed. But change first, you're soaked."

"No," I repeat over and over. "I can't do this, Jace."

"Then why did you come here?" My heart was breaking, he was hurting me. But why? Why couldn't he just be honest with himself, that he wants me and I want him, and just be fucking happy already.

"Hope?" My nose burnt as tears trickled down my cheeks. I lean against the door and let out a deep breath, sliding to the floor and sat there with my knees up. "Hope that maybe you would just give in?"

"What? To more sex?" He was so naive. He claims to be so much older than me, and how younger girls are dumb or whatever, yet he is so naive.

"If I wanted sex, Jace, I would have fucked Aiden," I point out. I roll my eyes in his direction and chuckled. "I could have easily fucked him tonight, I mean he took my sweater, he ran inside, I could have followed, yet instead I said nah and came here. But maybe, maybe I should just go back."

"No!" He immediately yelled. I was taken back and smiled. No? Oh so he does care, and that sick part of me fed off the attention.

"Good bye, Jace," I stood with a sadistic nature.

"No, Vivian," he slammed the door closed and locked it again.
"You are not going to go fuck Aiden."

"Oh, so you do care?" I taunt in a quiet voice, looking him over with slightly pouting expression.

"You are a mind fuck, you know that?" He asks, licking his lips.

"Am I?" I bash my eye lashes together and then laugh.
"Because from where I am standing, I am straight forward, and you sir-"

His lips crashed onto mine, as my back roughly smashed against the door. He lifted my shirt above my head as I fumbled with his, our lips roughly pressing against each other. I could taste alcohol in his saliva as our tongues danced together. He jerked my pants trying to unbutton them, wrestling to get them off, causing us to fall on the floor and his dog to bark.

"Mmm," I moan out as he pressed against me, finally getting my jeans unbuttoned. I laugh as I help him take them off and pulled his neck forward to return his lips to mine. He bit my bottom lip and slightly pulled back as I reached inside his pants to stroke him.

"Vivi," he moaned in my ear. The sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life is this man moaning the nick name he gave me. I sharply exhale, and bit his neck. My free hand went to the back of his hair, yanking it. That was it, he parted my legs not bothering to slip my panties off but only to the side, so he could roughly enter me.

"Jace!" I gasp, my head flying against the floor and back arched upwards in response to the heightened pleasure feeling thanks to the drugs. It hurt, but it was that pleasurable pain. The masochist inside me didn't want my vagina to secrete fluids so that this would continue to be a semi-dry fucking, but sadly it was extremely wet and he slid out and back in with ease at this point.

"Fuck," he grunted moving his hips slightly to the right with each thrust. He knew exactly which spots to hit and how to hit them to get me screaming like a banshee. I personally did not like the way I sounded, the noises this man creates unbeknownst to me were in my opinion obnoxious. I bit my lip, and even sucked them in my mouth to avoid that O face that made so many look like fish. I thrust my hips along with him, at the perfect rhythm, and in response he held my arms down.

"Don't," he whispered, out of breath. "You are going to make me come."

"Come for me then," I reply in the most sexiest voice I have ever heard myself sound. His eyes immediately locked on with mine as he continued to thrust, and I continued to thrust back.

It was scary the kind of hold he has on me.

...

Ouch. I pressed tightly against the temple of my forehead, and cursed myself for not drinking enough water yesterday. What an idiot. I let out a sharp breath and looked around, oh yeah, I am here again.

"Morning," he calls from the door, holding a pan. "Sleep well?"

"I'm not sure," I honestly answer, closing my eyes. "Damn head ache."

"Water is right there," he gestures to the side table. He left a bottle of water for me along with a rose and some ibuprofen. I cursed him as he disappeared to the kitchen. He says he cannot be with me, yet look at this shit. I held the rose, and smelt it, fighting the urge to smile...failing miserably.

"So, what are you making?" I ask, joining him in the kitchen wearing only his shirt, completely naked underneath. He looked over his shoulder at me with this childish smile on his face, his eyes so bright with life. My heart literally skipped a beat and I clutched my chest.

"You ok?" He glanced down and I nod, turning away. I would be lying if that weird heart skip didn't hurt.

"I'm fine," I mutter walking into the living room to cuddle his dog.
"See, I could never stop seeing Jace. Because then I wouldn't see you."

"What are you rambling about?" He hollers from the kitchen, being all nosy.

"Nothing, Jace," I stood and went over to him. I bit my bottom lip and slowly exhaled.
"You know, we could be great. Fate has a funny way of-"

"Stop," he cut me off, setting the spatula down. "French toast is done."

"Awesome," I sarcastically huff. I went to the bathroom and grabbed my clothes that were hanging to dry. Flashbacks of last night kept appearing in my head, I felt the urge to cry and pep talked myself out of that nonsense.

"Vivi, come on, it's getting cold!" He yelled for me. I slipped my last shoe on and came out with a smile. This man loves fucking with my head, continuing to call me by the nickname he gave me.

"Oh, no thank you," I politely decline. I pet his dog one last time and gave him a kiss.
"You're a good boy."

"Viv, stop." He sounded tired, but so was I.

"Seriously, I'm good. Have a good day, Jace. It was ugh, fun." I nodded with a thumbs up before heading to the door, at which he quickly rushed in front of it. I let out a deep breath, and closed my eyes. "Move."

"Eat breakfast with me please." Why is he doing this to me?

"No," I decline, opening my eyes to see him staring intensely at me.

"Vivian," he sternly said my name like a parental figure and that bothered me.

"Stop with this act Jace, if I am merely a fuck to you, then treat me as one and be done with it!" I cried out, I rushed out the back door before he could catch me, and I climbed his fence with ease. He stood on the other side and smacked it.

"Stop!" He begged, but it was I who was begging.
I am begging him to stop toying with me.
I am begging him to just love me.