You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

"Not as pretty as you, kitten." He winked. I could feel my cheeks turn red with embarrassment and something else. was I blushing?

"Is that your way of hitting on me?" I asked. He shrugged.

"It's usually not. I take girls on dates before I hit on them. And guess what? We're going on a date. Which means that after tonight, you can expect a bunch of compliments, and flirtatious comments on how you look." He grinned. He did an awkward, yet funny, gesture when he said 'flirtatious', and I had to admit, I was probably falling hard for him. Not for his looks, but more of his personality and stuff. I'm a softy, I can't help it. He's just.. So nice. I love it. I nodded slowly, and smiled softly.

"I think I can work with that." I replied. "Where will we be going so I know how to dress?"
He thought for a moment, and then shrugged again.

"Not too sure. I think we're going to a steak joint or something. I haven't figured anything out and neither has Brian." He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I'm just gonna wear what I usually wear." I said. "But I'm borrowing your Ghost shirt. I went through your closet and took it." I snickered.

He perked his eyebrow. "We're not even together yet and you're already wearing my things." He mused. "Cute."

"Always." I giggled. He smiled.

"I don't mind you wearing my shirts. Just not my boxers." He said. "Those were expensive as hell."

"Expensive? I went through all of your things, and trust me. I don't plan on wearing your boxers." I said. "Just your shirts. Okay?"

He nodded, and smiled again. "Okay. You can't cut up any of my shirts either, unless you plan on buying me a new one."

"Got it." I replied and nodded. He's too freakin' sweet.

Zack's POV.

"Okay, you better get it. Because if you cut mine up, I cut yours up." I smirked. She gasped, and pouted. Fucking cute.

"Okay, okay. no cutting up yours shirts. I get it." she said, adjusting the towel around her chest. It took every ounce of being a man that I had not to watch. I was better than that. But I couldn't help it. I snuck a look, then I internally beat myself up for it. She must have noticed, because she gasped and hit my shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Watch it!" I exclaimed. She shook her head.

"Stop checkin' me out! If you wanna see me naked all you gotta do is ask." She said. "But, I'm not showing anything until we get to know each other better. And speaking of that, I woke up this morning, and when I went to go take a shower, I noticed hickeys. On my waist and thighs. You're freaking terrible." She said.

I was right, I ended up doing something. Something I probably shouldn't have. And she was right, I was a terrible person for doing it. but she can't say that she complained, because if she did, she wouldn't have them.

"I uh.. I'm sorry." I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"I gave in to the power of your beard." she said, chuckling. Apparently, she really does find my beard attractive. Maybe I would grow it out? Who knows. If it made her happy, it could make me happy too, eventually. Honestly, making her happy was my only goal right now. I want her to feel safe in my home, and around me, and the fact that I gave her, from the way she said it, numerous hickeys, I think that may affected that trust in some sort of fashion.

"This beard works wonders." I said, running my hands over my scruff. She giggled, and nodded.

"That it does." She agreed. "I'm gonna go change now. And don't even try to sneak another look. Again."

"I won't, woman. Go get changed. I'll be down here the whole time trying to figure out whether I should make breakfast or just get something from McDonald's." I promised. I made an 'X' gesture over my chest to tell her that I, was in fact, not lying and that I planned on staying here, downstairs. She nodded, and shuffled upstairs to her room.

Matt's POV

Waking up in another woman's bed wasn't exactly the first thing that I had planned for today. It was about 12:34pm and I wasn't even home. I had went out with Brian for drinks, then left with this woman, who didn't even look legal. I turned to face the girl, and moved her hair from her face. She had looked so peaceful, and after he would leave, she would look heartbroken. Because I, Matthew Sanders, have yet again, cheated on my girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I felt terrible for doing it. but she also gave me a hall pass, when we first started dating, so I could sleep with any woman I wanted, as long as I came home to her afterwards.

Then I realized I had already used it.

"I'm a terrible boyfriend." I grumbled, then I got up, and got dressed. The thought of Val looking like she was a puppy in a hail storm because of me telling her I slept with someone else crushed me. The feelings of being sorry, and not being sorry, fled through my body. I got up and got dressed, then checked my phone. Numerous texts from my worried girlfriend filled my lock screen.

"When are you coming back over?"

"Baby, why aren't you answering my texts? I tried calling you but you didn't reply."

All of which, I didn't reply to. Instead, I dialed her number, and I called her. I waited a few seconds for her to answer, but she didn't. It went straight to her voicemail after the third ring. I had no idea if she was ignoring me, or if she was busy. Then I heard someone stirring on the bed. She sat up, pulling the blanket to her chest, and rubbed her eyes.

"Where are you going?" She asked sleepily, and giggled. "You're coming back right?" I shook my head, and watched as that smile that was spread across her face changed into a frown, then she nodded. "I see how it is. I'm just a one night stand."

"I already warned you that I had a girlfriend. I don't even remember your name. What makes you think that I'll be able to explain to Val why I'm leaving again? So I can come fuck a stranger again? Last night? It shouldn't have even happened." I said, then I walked out of her room, through the hall, and outside to my car.

Within a few minutes, I was home, and I walked inside to my bedroom. And there was a teary-eyed blond-headed woman, searching my room for anything that might have given clues as to where I was at.

"I can explain." I said, walking over to her. She pursed her lips, shaking her head and tried to hold back tears.

"You don't have to. I already know, wait no; I smell what happened. You reek of tequila and sex, Matt. You cheated. Again." Her voice cracked as she said 'again' and that word echoed through my head. I tried pulling her into my arms, but she pulled back, then shoved past me to get out of my room. I could hear her sniffling as she walked out, and I instantly followed her outside.

"Valary, wait. Just hear me out." I said. When she got to the bottom of the few steps we had to the door, she stopped and turned around.

"Hear what out? I heard everything out clear as day when you walked in smelling the way you did. You knew this would happen, and you did it anyways." She stated, looking down to hide her face from me. Those words hurt, because she was right. I knew the consequences of my actions and now I was going to lose her. Probably for good.

"Val-"

"Don't call me that." She said, sternly. "You lost that privilege when you walked into that woman's house." she stated, then shook her head. "We're done."

I paused for a moment, to let those words sink in.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"As serious as a heart attack." She said, slipping off the ring that I had bought for her when we first started dating. She threw it at me, and stormed off down the street. I watched as the ring hit my chest, then fell to the ground with a 'ping!'

She was dead serious. I ruined this, I ruined us.

Notes

Drama!! Ahhh! I think I did good for another chapter, but tell me what you think!! Rate? Subscribe? Idefk. Do something.

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