Chapter 67

***Dayle***

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12:24 am,

I knew that she was here, I know her smell. She wanted to come in but changed her mind. I don't know which is better, pushing her away from me or longing to hold once more.
I didn't think that she'd grab my arm like that, I had no intention to touch—I wouldn't dare such a thing, I mean it's Chrissy. She's the death of me. Fuck! This hurts! I can't stay a moment without her! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don't know if I can keep up with this ‘silence syndrome’, it's becoming impossible. I'm mad at her but a hundred and one percent of me wants to look her in the eyes again.
If I hadn't left her, I could have watched her tear up in front of me—I’m most likely to get emotional. She is triggering my weaknesses.
I pour some whisky into my glass and gulp, I repeat the process countless times. I'm tipsy and that's not enough distraction. My night is messed up. My mind flies from earlier when Egan and I made up because of Chrissy—I apologized to him for acting off and he did the same and promised to take care of Chrissy’s insinuation about the tick-off, and then to the moment he came over to see her. It took me a lot of courage to let him see and touch her, I didn't want to be selfish for no reason. Then the one time that he was touching her inappropriately in the house—under my watch blew me off. Did he think that I wouldn't know when we were literally about stuff like that, it was not RIGHT. Thinking that I had done something beneficial by causing a distraction because she looked uncomfortable turned out to be the worse decision ever. Yes, I may have gone too far with the things I did but it was never to harm her but rather to tend to her appropriately.
She overreacted and my emotions got the best of me too, we both blasted.
Things didn't end, Dom got on my nerves. Yes, I was a cunt to him earlier but fuck, he orders me around like a child and it doesn't sit well with me. Dad and I would have to talk things over. And then the time we argued when I had planned to leave the house, how could he place restrictions over me like that? That's not fair. Thinking about these things makes me sick, it's derailing. I fucking swear.
I can't get her off still... Nothing is working... I constantly hear her words reverberating around the four walls of my room.
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“...I'm done! I'm fed up! You're a manipulative asshole. Just. Leave. Me. Alone!...”
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That statement fucks my mind up. I throw the glass in my hand to the world, it is crushed into pieces.
The door flings open before I hear it slam back. Closed. I lift a brow as my eyes land on her body. I didn't expect that she’d return despite how I treated her all through the day. She tucks her hair behind her ears before she runs to me taking away the bottle of whisky in my head. I'm speechless. She sits next to me on the furry carpet.
“Get out!” I tell her firmly, I have to try.
“I won't!” she snaps staunchly
“I said... get out!” I motion for to leave but my words bounce back to me because I am now hearing myself.
“Not until you talk to me! Talk to me Dayle, say your mind. Put it all on me—”
“I don't need that—all of that! I don't need your sympathy,”
“I'm sorry for the things I said to you—I was wrong, I didn't mean any of it—”
“What exactly? The spoon-fed guy who knows nothing or manipulative asshole or maybe the part where YOU said that we should end it? Which one, I'm very... very lost!” I tell her but she doesn't look me in the eyes perhaps she's recalling the scene.
“Everything! I was... I was...” she shutters, I interrupt before she adds a word
“You fucked me up Chrissy, you fucked me up—you cut it all off like we had nothing! Did it ever mean something to you? Do I... EVEN mean something to you or not...” I start to raise my voice but it was directed to her. I leave that spot walking to the other side of the bed, I can't stand being next when I'm not about to touch her. I'd rather try to keep my distance.
She doesn't say a word to me even if I want to hear her speak. I crave to hear her say something.
I sit on the bed and all I see is my reflection in the large mirror, the deep whitish and yellowish dim light from the lamp that's beside the bed and I see nothing more.
I see a guy that's just brokenhearted and is temporarily out of order.
“I'm selfish and a manipulative asshole, I'm a dick and the only thing that I've ever done that's right is loving you, Chriss...”
“Dayle, things are complicated—I care you for more than you know—”
“No, fuck all of that!” I interrupt her cold response. “I love you more than YOU know... I can’t even act orderly when you're not there... My mind is fucked and you are the cause... of everything. And so every fucking time you decide to me, I go crazy—I cannot know what is right or wrong...” I tell her truthfully, my voice is depreciating little by little. I don't want her to leave me, if she keeps insisting on our departure, I would lose my mind. I'll fucking go mad.
“Nothing that I say makes sense anyway... Just... Just leave, I don't want you here—not even close!” pure lie, I want her to touch me. I tell almost whispering. She comes to me—where I'm seated. She's standing in front of me, staring at her body scantily wrapped in a satin black dress. I can't look her in the eyes and that's contact that she's demanding. Her eyes are daring.
“Dayle, I love you... I love you so much... I—I’m in love with you,” she says to me almost whispering.
“Chrissy, leave!”
The more I send her away the more she sticks around. I'm not sure if I can't hold it for so long. Cups my face like a mother to her child.
“Can't you see that I'm not leaving? I can't leave no matter how hard I push to the limit!” she starts tearing up and I'm on the brink of doing the same. I hate to see her cry—let alone because of me. I can't take that.
As soon as I rise she throws herself around me, we hug very tightly. She holds me as if she would never let me go.
“Don’t cry Chriss,”
“Not until you forgive me for what I said to you, please!” she tells me in a shaky tone.
“Chrissy I want you, I don't want you to leave me or else, I'd lose my mind...” She pulls away instantly like I've said something wrong. “Just like look at the damages I caused in a day—I’m not thinking straight because you sent me away... I can't stand your rejection. I'm gonna fucking lose my mind—”
She doesn't let me finish rather she reaches for my lips. Ravenous and salacious... We are intermittently catching our breaths, I hold her right like I'm going to lose her within the next second.
“Show me that you won't ignore like you did earlier...” she says.
She aids me to undress hastily while she orders me to rip her night dress. I see her hard nipples hanging desperately in need to be pinched and sucked mercilessly.
“Fuck me!”
She dares me again, she doesn't have to say that. She lays on the bed while I stare at her pussy welcoming me in. I lean over her as we start to kiss again but then she grabs my cock rubbing the head against her wet cunt, she is breathing hard, and I can feel her heart thumping against her chest. I take it from there, engulfing her nipples with my mouth, and my tongue starts to fondle them.
“Please, do it!”
She pleads with me. With no further ado, I nuzzle my hard-on deep into her soggy pussy following up with ferocious strokes. She wraps her arms and legs around me, ambling my efforts with stars. My hand sees as a choke on the neck but it isn't.
She moans out almost loudly as I seal my hand over her mouth, we don't need more attraction. Our body rocks to every rhythm, she comes but I don't explode inside her rather I offload my seeds on her torso...
“Don’t ever leave me!”
I tell her in her ear thrusting deeper into her while her body responds. She starts writing
I can't get enough of Chrissy, we have sex like it's the only wish that has been granted to us.
She wilfully flips her body burying her face into the pillow while I worship her pretty round ass kissing each cheek evenly. I use my cock to tease her clit, she moans out but it's not loud. That's safe. When I slide into her adaptive hunger garden, resting on the left side of her face.
I start stroking in and out of her, our skin slaps, her booty bounces, and my hands hold onto her slender waist moving to her back—fucking smooth skin. My hands exceed the tour, they reach for her bubbly tits and she places her hands over mine—compelling me to caress them more than I'm doing.
I lean over her trailing wet kisses on her back, I'm deep into her to the extent that my balls hang freely—next to her clits.
“Fuck me more, Dayle!” she tells me, I swear that this girl is the end of me.