Chapter 84: Chapter 84

You owe me big time, Rory." She playfully hisses, blowing her hair and she walked towards me. "I still smell of puke."

"I'm sorry." I apologized again since I now realized how terrible what I did was. I took a sip of the glass of water and dropped it on the desk close to where we were.

She took a lazy stare at me. "You showered, you smell better." She smirks and stepped towards me. "Roleplay with me and I won't take my revenge."

My brow arched up in confusion, "How do I do that?" I felt lost as I had never done any roleplaying before, more or less with her.

Completely square, I know.

"Roleplay with me how we use to be before I screwed things up for both of us."

"First off, we don't need these." She pointed to my shirt and Knickerbocker and before I could say anything she reaches over the desk close to where I had dropped the glass of water and grabbing it with her left hand poured the water on me. She then stepped forward and pulled at the waistband, letting it fall off and leaving only my short and shirt. Then proceeded to unbutton my shirt, leaving me in just my short. "Let's roleplay my twenty-second birthday when I was in control while we had sex." She whispered into my ears and my eyes closed dreamily fighting against the image that was already flooding back into my memory.

It was our second years together and on her birthday she asked for a submissive bed slave and I was ready to fulfil that dream then and it was still one of the memories that could affect me and bring out an unwanted side of me.

I bit my lips and nod. "Okay."

"We didn't have sex in the bedroom you know,..."

"We had sex outside, in the garage." I completed, and I felt my cheeks growing warm.

"Good boy." She said, kissing my lips deeply and her hand moved to ruffle my hair.

"But." I began to say and although saying nothing else she nodded in understanding.

"Okay, we'll do whatever you want us to do." She kissed my lips again and her hand went into my hair, to ruffle it up. "I'll meet you in the living room go get the champagne."

I don't know why I went along with it because I honestly wasn't feeling as alive as I wanted to be, but a part of me wanted to forget Taylor because I knew she was not the girl I thought she was, but another part of me didn't want to go with Ginger either because I knew who she was.

Shoving my controversial thoughts aside I went to my minibar and grabbed a bottle of champagne and glass and opening it, I poured it into the glass cup and began drinking before going into the living room.

"You're coming out or what?" I yelled at the top of my voice, drinking the last wine in my glass before pouring in more.

"I'm here." Was the response of Ginger walking out towards me, her hair already dried and packed into a loosed ponytail.

"Already missing me?" She teases and I wrapped my arms around her pulled her to myself.

"You know what you do to me, Ginger," I murmured the same words I used that night.

"I know what I do to you, pretty boy and good thing I came over to help ease your pain like always." She used her hand to collect the glass from my hand which was already around her. "I'm glad your mom called me"

Did mom call her? I wondered this has nothing to do with the night we were roleplaying, but why would mom call her? I wanted to ask because I knew for a fact that mom never liked Ginger, but I was too gone to turn back.

"Me too, I missed you," I replied, playing up and I tried kissing her, but just like the night she places her hand on his lips in suspension.

"I'm in charge." She smirked, tracing her finger down into my shorts.

My eyes shuttered close and I licked over his bottom lips and moaned out. "I like when you get bossy." I missed the intimate gesture and her way of bringing my body back to life. It had been two weeks since I found out Taylor was cheating on me and I've been so angry and heartbroken I haven't paid attention to my need so much since then, but now I couldn't control the urge.

"Who's that?" Ginger question brought me out of my lost state into reality and my eyes opened to see no one else but Taylor burying her face in her hands and at her words, she looked up.

Why did she come? What did she want? I felt a little agitated because she'd seen Ginger and me, but also because I began longing for her, to hold her, and make love to her like we have so many times in the past, but I neither couldn't forget what she'd done with Keenan.

"What are you doing here?!" I demanded hotly, walking towards her."I thought I told you to never come back?! Do I have to throw you out myself?"

She practically ignored my cruel words and turn to Ginger who was standing behind me. "You must be Ginger, Keenan told me all about you," I say with a pain and disgusted smile. "Didn't know humans could go back to their vomit." She shook her head in disappointment.

Analysing her words to Ginger, I almost burst out laughing. What a coincidence?! How did she know we had been dealing with vomit earlier?

Ginger surged forward, but I put forth my hand in front of her to keep her still in her position. "At least the vomit isn't you." I shoved back at me with a displeased scowl.

"So you're trying to get back at me then?" She replied, stubbornly keeping her gaze on the lady that's behind me and not me. Maybe I was, maybe, just maybe you'll know how it feels. "But then again she isn't dumb or deaf, she can reply and defend herself can't she?"

Ginger could, Taylor might be strong, but Ginger was stronger, cruel and her words would tear Taylor inside out if I let her face off Taylor. I couldn't let that happen, I didn't want someone dying on my property. "Taylor!" Her name came out of my mouth and like a bitter medicine on my tongue.

"What?!" She snapped, raising her voice at me. "You know, Rory, Keenan told me about your relationship with Ginger and how you gave your all, I use to be sad, but now, I'm not. I think you deserve everything she did and will do to you in the future."

I grew red from anger and green for jealousy, while I'd spent the last couple of weeks sad, broken, in pain, she had spent it with Keenan listening to petty old stories. How dare she try to rub her cheating spring on my face.

I took her forcefully by her arm and pulled her closer, making her stare fearfully into my eyes which is the opposite look I was giving her as mine were dark, murderous eyes. Oh, yea she should be afraid.

"Why are you here? To cause me more pain than you already have?" I said the last part to myself.

She gulped and bit down on her lips, trying to ignore the pain that my long fingers were giving to the flesh of her arm and she keeps staring at me. She began to speak up. "I came to tell you that I'm..."

She was probably going to tell me Keenan was the better man, going to tell me how weak I was, going to make a mockery of me in my house just like she had done before behind my back and not letting her finish up her words, I cut in. "What? That you're already tired of screwing Keenan? That you suddenly realise he's not what you want? That you need me? Well, you should have thought about that when you went and screwed with him behind my back, you shameless whore!" I spat out, shoving her back, but not letting go of her.

I realised the full intent and content of my words the moment they left my mouth and I knew I couldn't take it back. She looked shocked beyond recovery at my word and I could see that she was overwhelmed with sadness, grief and sorrow.

I felt her break in my hands again, and I could feel something collapsing within her. And I could feel her raging with words to say, but still holding her peace.

She wasn't a whore I knew that she was just unfortunate, I felt I betrayed her trust because she had told me thing about her past and I just crossed the line.

A tear rolled down her eyes and even when I wanted to wipe it off, I couldn't. She closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath slowly opened them.

"I hate you." She said the words real, clear and loud, coming out from the deepest broken soul of hers. That moment I realized how foolish I was not to have believed and trusted her. Between those blue eyes of hers, I could see her innocence, the one that both she, Phoebe and Keenan have been trying to make me see these weeks and I so ignorantly had ignored. That moment I wanting to take back my word even more than ever and my grip around her lightens, but she slapped me hard across the face and she yanked her hand away from my grasp and turn to walk away.

"Taylor," I called in a low voice, but she ignored it and walk on. I couldn't let her leave, I couldn't let her walk out of my life not after knowing the truth. "Taylor," I called out her name again, this time I grab my hand and turned her to myself, but she slapped me again and hard and this time the engagement ring which she was still wearing cut deeply into the flesh of my face and I immediately let her go, and I didn't call my name or come after her.

"Let her go." Ginger said, running over to me as the door shut, "you don't need her."

She was wrong, I needed Taylor, I needed her like the air I breathe, I needed her cause I realised I was dead without her.

"Come, let me help you get cleaned up." She took my hand and began pulling me with her, but I dragged it back from her hand.

"What you need to do is help yourself out of my house and never come back."

I pulled out of the memory and took the last whiskey in my glass to my lips and empty it into my mouth before tossing it down on the floor and picking another filled bottle from the stand. This was my life now, sad, sorrowful, worthless, pathetic and I might as well enjoy the ride before my death comes.

This was my cross and I would bear it for as long as I live and when I die, I would die as the saddest man that ever lived.