Chapter 3

It was noon, and Terry and I decided to go for a swim in his pool. Terry was swimming laps while I was laying on the float absorbing the sun. After he stopped swimming laps, he sat down on the steps of the pool to smoke a cigar. I got off the float and swam towards him. He lights the cigar and takes a hit. Smoke comes out of his mouth nearly covering his face. I took a seat next to him, "May I?" I asked. He smirked handing me the cigar. I slowly inhaled and exhaled the smoke to the side to avoid burning his eyes.

"You're bad, Lana. Very bad," he whispered the last part getting closer to my face. I shrugged, "Not as bad as you, Mr. Silver." He laughed slipping his hand behind my neck and pulling me closer, giving me a tender kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I slowly pulled him underwater while still having his lips on mine. While kissing, he carefully slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I repeated his action to him. We kissed underwater for a few seconds before both of us swam back up to the surface to catch our breaths. 

We were both panting for air. Droplets of water fell off the tips of Terry's long wavy hair. 

"I never understood why you never let your hair down, Terry. It's so beautiful," I mentioned. He looked at me shaking his head, "Because if I let my hair down, I won't look professional. That's why," he declared. 

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever you say, Mr. Businessman. You never know. A lot of people can agree with me that letting your hair down every once in a while doesn't mean that you don't look 'professional'." 

He scooted closer to me, "That's the thing, Lana. I could care less about other people's opinions." I took the cigar from the plate by the pool and took another hit. There was a moment of silence between us. Just observing the sun reflecting on the water. 

"Do you ever wonder about the future?" I asked deep in thought. 

"What's there to think about?" 

"I don't know, just the thought of an older version of me looking back at the times when nothing really matters is... so scary. What if when all of this," I motioned to our surroundings, "is over and we win the tournament? Will all of us just part ways?" 

Terry shrugged, "What, are you planning on 'settling down' someday or some shit like that?" he asked chuckling. 

"Hell no," I declared before taking the glass of wine from the tray that lay on the edge of the pool, "I don't understand people who think it's a good idea to 'settle down'. Why would anyone just voluntarily put themselves in a cage they built for themselves?" 

He grabbed his glass, clinking with mine, "Cheers to that!" he cheered before taking a sip of his wine. He chugged the wine in one go before setting the glass down, "C'mon we gotta go see Danny Boy." I finished my wine before climbing out of the pool and wrapping a towel around myself. 

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We drove around in his blue truck, wearing casual clothes. Suddenly, we spotted Danny Boy drinking water from the water fountain with a girl close by him. Terry pulled over, "Hey!" he shouted to get Danny Boy's attention. He turned around facing us, "Oh, hey, yeah, yeah, Jessica, this is uh..." he walked towards us with this Jessica girl by his side, "Mr., uh...I'm sorry what's your name?" 

"Terry Silver," he informed him. 

"Terry Silver, this is Jessica Andrews, and that's..."

"Lana Isley," I told the kids with a smile. Jessica gasped looking at Danny Boy, "Holy shit! aren't you that supermodel?" 

"Yes, I am!" I confirmed for them. 

"Hi," Jessica waved at me shyly. 

"You two training for the Olympics, or something?" Terry asked. 

"No, uh just some tournament," Danny Boy told us. 

"The one you won last year? What's it called?" 

"The All Valley," Danny said out of breath nodding. 

"Right. Good, good for you. A champion should defend his title. John Kreese told me you had a lot of heart."

"Oh, yeah?" Danny Boy asked unbelievably. 

"Listen, do you know how to front sweep?" Terry questioned the boy. 

Danny Boy shook his head, "Well, uh not really." 

"Learn, learn. Most of these tournament guys are a sucker for the front sweep. You can catch them every time," Terry explained.

"Really?" Danny Boy questioned. 

"Ask your Mr. Miyagi. He'll show you," Terry suggested before igniting the engine. 

"Yeah, well, I'm kind of training for this one myself." 

Terry and I shared a quick glance, "Well, that's too bad," I pouted at Danny Boy. "Look, I got a good book on sweep techniques. We'll drop it off for you sometime, okay?" Terry inquired. 

"Great," Danny Boy added. 

"All right. Nice to meet you, Jessica Andrews," Terry stated. 

"Nice to meet you, Lana Isley, and you too, Mr. Silver," she replied. 

"Take care of the champion," I mentioned to Jessica motioning to Danny Boy. 

"All right, I will," she confirmed. 

"Bye-bye!" I waved off to the kids before Terry drove off. 

While driving around, I decided that this was a good time to confront Terry about him using. 

"Terry?" I got his attention. 

"Mhm," he acknowledged me not taking his eyes off the road. 

"How long have you been using?" He rapidly put his foot on the break, stopping the truck in an instant. I almost flew out of the passenger seat, but fortunately, I had my seatbelt on. My palms hit the dashboard out of reflex, "Terry! Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the highway!" I shouted. He just stared at me blankly, "How long?" he asked as other cars honked at us. 

"How long what?" I exclaimed. 

"How long did you know?" he reiterated. I licked my lips not making eye contact, "For a couple of days now," I muttered. He let out an exaggerated sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. I placed my elbow on the car door, leaning into my hand while looking away. Out of the blue, I heard Terry cackle quietly. I turned my head to him, "What's so funny?" I asked. 

His laugh settled down a little bit, "I could ask you the same thing, Lana," he said smiling widely. I shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about," I denied. 

"Oh come on Lana, don't tease me like that!" he exclaimed before slapping my thigh. I flinched out of reflex. He got his face closer to mine, "Junkies are good at spotting other junkies," he murmured. I scoffed at him, "I am not a junkie," I declared. He shrugged laughing, "Then why don't you tell me how long have you been using, huh?" 

I licked my lips, "nine months, and you?" 

"Next month is going to be a year," he informed me. A year. Terry telling me that he has been using for almost a year made me question my decisions in life, and I found myself quite ashamed. "Why're you so quiet?" he said breaking the silence. I shook my head, "Nothing." 

He took his foot off the break and shortly the car started moving again. 

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When we got back to his place, I went to my room. I closed the door and took out my dope from my purse under my bed. I cut the dope on top of the nightstand taking a hit. I lay on my bed closing my eyes feeling the drug kick in. I heard my door open but I didn't open my eyes to see who it was. I listened to the footsteps getting closer to me. The sound of footsteps stopped. A few seconds later, I felt a pair of hands grabbing me by my biceps and shaking me. I instantly opened my eyes to be greeted by Terry's blue eyes staring into me, "Terry! Terry! what the hell are you doing?"  

"Oh my fucking- I thought you OD'ed for a second, Lana. Don't scare me like that," he said taking deep panicked breaths. I smiled at the fact that Terry was concerned for me. I placed both hands on the sides of his neck pulling him into bed with me. He stroked my hair before placing his lips on mine. As he was kissing me, he took off his jacket tossing it to the side, only leaving him in his black tank top. I quickly discarded my shirt tossing it behind me. I ran my hands over his broad muscular shoulders. He slowly moved his lips to my neck and chest, leaving sweet kisses everywhere. I closed my eyes savoring the moment. Damn it, I think I'm in love with this man. 

I felt his hand slowly moving behind me to unclasp my bra while using the other hand to rub my clit. I moved my hands toward his belt to unbuckle it. After unbuckling his belt, I slid the belt out of the belt loop. He stopped rubbing my clit to unbutton his pants, sliding them off while adjusting his body on top of me. 

I unbuttoned my pants as he helped me take them off before tossing the article of clothing to the floor as well leaving me only in my underwear. He moved his lips down until he reached my privates. He smiled widely while sliding my underwear off of me. He worked his way down there before moving back up again. My eyes were rolling so much due to pleasure to the point I felt like they could roll back to the back of my brain at this point. I gripped his back leaving marks on his back which resulted in him groaning in pleasure. 

I brought my lips closer to his ear whispering, "I need you, Terry, more than anything." He took that as a sign and finally took off his boxers. I watched him intensively as he slipped on a condom before adjusting himself at my entrance. He roughly inserted himself into me making me let out a moan. I felt his grip on my waist tighten as he thrusts in and out of me. I scrunched my eyes shut and tried my best not to let out any noises. 

After a few minutes, he thrust into me roughly unexpectedly making me let out a loud moan. I immediately brought my hand up to cover my mouth and closed my eyes in embarrassment. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting. I felt Terry's hand bring my hand down from my mouth, "I want to hear you. Loud and clear. Understood?" 

I nodded not opening my eyes. He grabbed my jaw making me face him, "And I want you to keep your eyes open as well," he demanded. I opened my eyes, looking up at his dilated eyes looking down at me. He tightened his grip on my jaw, "Use your words, Lana."

"Yes, Terry," I muttered.

He smiled in satisfaction, "Good girl," he whispered into my ear before continuing.

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A/N: I apologize if my smut isn't the greatest smut you have ever read. I barely write smut and I'm working on it to improve myself.