Chapter 48

Dayle

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Did she think that I was going to relax while they fuck all the way they want? I'm angered. It's not like I mean to interrupt their time or interfere, but I just could not keep it together learning that they've been together since the first morning time.
I'm fucking paranoid. Plus the fact that she hadn't spoken to me yet... She's mad about something and I can't figure out what that is...
She takes off her hand from my grasp forcefully once we approach my Audi, I turn to her, angrily. She's ferocious too.
“What the actual fuck, Dayle? What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?”
Her sexy hazel eyes plunge into my body innocently, I did not mean to get her enraged but anything that has to do with her personal life involves me too. How messed up is that?
“Get into the car, Chrissy!”
I instruct and she cringes angrily and attempts to walk off. Of course, I won't let her walk away while I exist.
I grab her by the arm in a rather lofty manner, as best as I can.
“We gotta go home, now! Please!” I add and she huffs before entering into the car. She slams the door hard before I join in.

All through the drive, it has been silent. The silence is undoubtedly penetrable.
How would it sound if I confessed that I don't want to take her home and that I just want her to myself? Her attention? Her body? Her love? I'm typically obsessed with Chrissy and it doesn't sit well with me seeing her around Egan or any fucking boy. Dammit.
“This is not home, Dayle, what are you doing? Where are you going?” she asks inquisitively but I ignore her rants. Honestly, it's sexy. Her rant is.
I pull over on an empty street, it's underdeveloped since not so many residents are occupants around here.
“Dayle? Take me home!” she losses it again.
“I just wanna talk!” I tell her at once and she questionably stares at me like a ghoul. Perhaps I am.
“Talk?” she scoffs mockingly. “Dayle, you are impossible. Such a jerk, you hear me? You can't run my life... Besides, what was that all about after all? Why?” series of questions that she's asking won't produce a single answer from me. She should know that by now.
“We... Only got to talk. That's it.” I snapped I g to face her but guess what? She steps out of the car slamming the door to my face. What's getting her this mad?
My hands hit the steering lightly, I step out of the car too.
She's leaning on the car, crossing her across her endowed chest. She flips her straight hair behind me before I stand right in front of her. There's nothing or no one around except that we are under the streetlight, the brightness cascading down to our feet.
“Could you start speaking? None of this makes sense to me—” she starts, great, I love the new Chrissy. Firm. I have nothing to say to her, I just want her to see me the way she's seeing Egan... Something more. I look at both sides, before rubbing my neck ferociously and now I'm trying to focus on her. She's giving me that quirky look, I hate that. It matters how she sees me, I don't wish to identify as a ragtag brat who knows nothing, Dayle is more. If I can't have her, nobody can.
“I want you!” it slips out of my mouth before I realize the sense it's going to make or not. She's puzzled, her face is wringing as her hands slowly fall off. Fuck, I have a distinct view of her cleavage. I take a step back away from her, I'm a step away from venting my emotions to her. She is more baffled.
“Yes, I want you! I want you!! I want you more than you can think of... I can't think straight because of you... I can't fucking focus! I want you Chrissy, I fucking do! I love you—and I can't bear to see you with someone else—” my voice almost loses its composure.
“Dayle, not again. You are not making sense,” she says, she is not looking into my eyes like want her to, it only means that she feels the same.
“Yes, I will say it to you a fucking hundred and one times if I should. I LOVE YOU!” I almost yell. I smirk. “I know you love me, I know that you want me... And so, I made it easier—I took you away from him—”
“Him? You're very wrong Dayle, I don't love you anymore. Egan is my boyfriend and I love him—” she says defiantly. That's not completely true. I take a step closer to her.
“No. You love me.” I snap but she nods negatively, burying her face into her palms. “Did you fuck him?” I ask. I had to ask, I don't want to pry but fuck it, I will.
“You are nuts. You're fucking mad—” she almost yells at me
“Yes or No, did you fuck Egan??” I yell, I feel the burn of anger in my chest, I might go crazy reminiscing on the fact that Egan fucked her. He lured her.
“It's not your business—” she snaps
“Did you... fuck him?” I ask again but she remains silent, sniffling instead. “You did? You did.” I turn away raking my hair angrily. I just want to punch something right away.
“I don't understand, you don't run my life. You don't own me—” she chins up to defend herself, it's void to me.
“I fucking own you. He... doesn't love you like I do. Stop painting this whole thing impossible when we both know that we could love and fuck right now if we wanted...”
“Yeah. It's all about you and what you fucking feel, and how about me? What do I get? You fucked Amber before the announcement, didn't you?” she asks. I'm dumbfounded right now. I don't know that she figured that and how did she? I remain silent. It's hard to admit that I fucked it all up, I didn't know that she would know...
“And here you are, getting mad for nothing. You promised that you loved me, you—you said that you loved me, but if you did, would you have slept with her? Tell me!” she scolds me. “I— I don't love you one bit, not anymore, I can't love a guy who's worse than being a jerk. A liar and a selfish guy. You should start to realize that you and I are impossible. We'll never work. I don't want us to work either, I've moved on with Egan, that's it. You better accept that!” she says to me.
How did she get all those shitty words? Hearing her say these things breaks me even more. I watch her wipe the tears around her temples, I'm so stupid to have let Chrissy down. She's right about me, I'm a liar and I'm selfish.
“You are right. I'm selfish. I'm a liar. I'm a dickhead. I'm nothing but a jerk to you but I'm gonna ask you to do one thing, will you do it?”
“I'm fucking ready to do anything right now, I just don't want this charade—” she snaps confidently like she hadn't shed a single tear a minute ago.
“Tell me how to Un-Love you, and I promise you that I'd never chase after you again,” I tell her. She's bewildered. I know her thoughts, I can read them; she didn't think that I'd ask for a thing like this.
“Dayle I...” she stutters
“Exactly. You can't make me unlove you, no one can. So I'm going to love you the way I want, however, I please, whenever I want because you love me too. You can't deny it. You love me, Chrissy, you fucking do!” I tell her firmly while her eyes rummage through my body in shock.
I close the distance between us as she immediately leans on the car. She wraps her lead around me—pulling me in, my hand is now caressing her face while the other is pinning her to my chest. She's speechless.
“You love me more than Egan, say it. Tell me to my face...” I demanded while she swallows up instantly. “Teach me how to hate you and I'd do it to end this... If not, we are going to be doing more of this...” I whisper to her
My lips crashes on hers, I assumed that she'd push me away but the reverse is the case. She kisses me back. Passionately and deliberately. She wraps her arms around my neck willfully as the kids grow—so are our emotions, uncontrollable.
Hard. Hungry. Salacious.
My hand goes beyond her thighs, I'm reaching for her pussy regardless of the fabric that's standing in my way. She takes my hand, guiding it into the warmth between her thighs, I can feel her bare skin—her bare wet pussy. I dig in with two fingers, she grants me access that I can not deny...
“Uhh!” she moans in my ear. Her voice is heaven.