Chapter 63

"Please, let me in," Ross begs from the other side of the door.

I stand up. "No! I'm sick of you telling me you love me then cheating on me!" I sob.

He opens the door. "cheating on you?! Lynn, I'm sure as hell not cheating on you," he says as he sits on the bed.

I shake my head. "I'm sick of you thinking that your phone is more important than your family. There's this new thing, it's called blocking. If you don't wanna talk to someone, you fucking block them." I punch him in the chest.

He grabs my wrist. "Stop hitting me. Unless you want me to pin you down," he growls. I punch him with my other hand. "You asked for it," he jumps on top of me, pinning me down on the floor. "Now listen to me."

"Get off of me," I demand.

He shakes his head. "No, you aren't going to keep fucking hitting me. Listen to my fucking side of the story or we're done," he spits.

I take the daring chance and say; "go ahead. You've never been the one to say we're done. It's always been me because you get caught up in every fucking whores lust," I snap.

"You want me to say it? We're done."

I stop struggling and just let him hold me down. One of his tears falls onto my chest as he looks down. I quickly flip us over, straddling his waist. The tears flow out of his eyes like waterfalls. I shove my lips onto his as i unbutton his pants. He sits straight up, undressing me. "Fuck," I mutter as he lays me down and slides into me. He thrusts his hips back and forth. "Ross," I moan.

He clenches his jaw and thrusts harder. "Shut up, Lynn." He bites my neck.

I gasp quietly. After he pulls his mouth back, I feel warm liquid trickle down my neck. I reach up, trying to stop the blood from rushing. "You drew blood," I try to say angrily. Instead it comes out as a moan.

"I.. Said.. shut.. up!" With each word, he thrusts harder and deeper. I moan loudly as we both climax. "What the fuck was that?" He asks as he gets dressed.

I pull him back down and undress him again. "I'm not done with you, but apparently you're done with me." I put my forehead against his.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm not," he whispers and kisses me roughly.

I pull back. "You just bit me, like I was nothing," I whisper.

He gently sucks on the spot he bit. "I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you," he number against my skin.

"You are so bipolar," I whisper as I push him off of me. We get dressed and go downstairs. I keep my distance, or at least try, but he keeps wrapping his arms around me.