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"I'm so sick of you and your shít!" Cherith stared at her boyfriend in disbelief. This was the first time he had raised his voice at her since they were together.

"Zach—" She began to speak but got interrupted when Zach cut her off.

"Distancing myself from my friends because you were jealous, fine. But you're so fucking controlling." He paused for a moment and sighed before continuing. "You are so particular about things. You need to fucking relax."

Zach stormed out of their shared apartment and slammed the door behind him as he walked out onto the street. Cherith stood still, shocked that she actually saw him get up and leave like that. Then again it was pretty clear that this was exactly how he felt after everything. His anger, his hurt, he just needed to vent until it was all gone. She's certain that after all that, Zach will come back.

The next few days passed by slowly and painfully. Zach hadn't even come back home. It broke her heart to see his empty bed and empty apartment. Zach always reassured her, staying away from things that might ruin their relationship, but her insecurity ruin it all. Why did it take Zach leaving to show her how problematic she was being?

•••••••

The music was loud and the lights dimmed, the bass pulsating with the beat. It was the end of summer break and most people were enjoying themselves. Cherith was standing off to the side by herself, sipping on her second bottle of alcohol, nursing it. She was looking at Zach longingly from afar.

He looks happy. She thought, watching him laugh with some random girl from their college. He really is free now. Free from me. The thought alone was enough to turn Cherith's head upside down. Their relationship wasn't perfect but she did love him. He was her world, her everything. Everything she'd ever wanted.

"You're supposed to share that," someone said from beside her.

She turned around to face the person who had spoken and instantly regretted doing so. His eyes glimmered like polished obsidian—blacker than the depths of the void—and his lips were twisted into a scowl.

She stumbled forward when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the stockroom. The room was dark with the moonlight from the small window as its only source of light.

"Z-Zach?" She stuttered slightly. She couldn't look at him right now. Her heart ached and there was nothing worse. If she looked at him, she would crumble.

"You seemed upset."

"Not your business."

"Someone's got a mouth," he smirked, leaning closer toward her, breathing hot air against her skin. "Maybe I should teach it to shut up." He leaned in until his lips were centimeters away from hers. She could feel them moving closer, as if trying to claim every inch of her. She backed away.

"You dumped me." Her words came out more angry than she intended, but what else could she do?

He scoffed at her accusation. "You mean, pushing me away to the point of leaving?"

She looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. She knew what he was implying. And she didn't want to accept it, no matter how much it hurt to hear. She took a sip of her drink, trying to keep calm despite her racing pulse.

"Stop drinking," he ordered harshly, taking the bottle from her hands, turning her around, and placing it on the ground beside him.

"This is something you shouldn't concern yourself with." She spat in response.

"Just because we aren't together anymore doesn't mean I want to see you die of alcohol poisoning."

That hit too close to home. They both knew where she went wrong and it hurt so badly. Maybe if she will apologize he will take her back. Just one last chance to make it right between them.

"I miss you..." She whispered softly, tears welling up in her eyes. She hated this. She hated feeling this way but there was a part of her that was scared. Afraid of getting lost again, scared of never finding her place here.

His features softened slightly and without another word, he pressed her against one of the shelving units. His lips moved down her jawline, nibbling at her skin softly. His other hand slipped beneath her shirt, caressing her stomach. She closed her eyes as she shuddered. He was kissing her neck. Slowly. Almost like he was testing her limits.

"Zach..." She whimpered slightly. He stopped momentarily, lifting his head above hers, staring down at her.

"What do you want, Cherith?" She opened her mouth to answer but he cut her off, shaking his head. "No, let me guess. To go back to the way things used to be." He shook his head again and laughed bitterly.

"Yes!"

"You're such a spoiled brat," He muttered with his hand wrapped around her neck. "If you suck me good I might consider taking you back."

With those words, Zach pulled her down to the floor and unbuckling his belt, he lowered his pants along with his boxer. His cóck sprung free from its confines, glistening with precum. He placed it in her mouth, pumping gently at first. Cherith groaned lightly, taking it in and swirling her tongue around the tip. As soon as his cock started thrusting into her throat, she increased her pace, licking and sucking greedily.

A low growl came from his throat, signaling his pleasure. He reached his hand down and gripped her hair roughly, tugging her head back and allowing him deeper penetration. Her back arched upwards in pleasure as his fingers continued to tug mercilessly at her scalp.

"You're a fúcking selfish bítch," He hissed and she could tell he was close. "But, no one can take my cóck the way you do." With each word he shoved his cóck deeper inside her throat. She gasped from the intense sensation but refused to pull away from him.

After a couple minutes of rough foreplay, Zach reached down and helped her stand up. When he released his grip around her shoulders, he placed a finger beneath her chin, tilting it upward. She met his eyes and smiled weakly, knowing that he would give her a choice. That was the thing about Zach. He would let you have control and still take advantage of you in some way.

"Just fuck me and get it over with." He growled at her and she nodded in response, letting him know what she desired.

She steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the shelf as Zach pulled her skirt up. Once it was settled over her hips, he moved her underwear aside and pushed his cóck into her. She moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, her eyes closing for a brief second. It was long and thick, filling her completely, but she loved the length and thickness of it. The feeling of having him in her body again caused goosebumps to rise all over her body. Zach started moving his hips in and out of her roughly. Her legs spread open instinctively, welcoming him deeper.

She moaned lowly, as Zach continue thrusting from behind. Her moans became louder as he thrusted faster. She felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck, causing her to shudder involuntarily. He pulled himself out slightly then buried it back into her. The feeling sent chills down her spine and she arched her back, gasping at the sensations it brought forth. She was already close to climax and her walls clenched tightly around his manhood.

A soft moan left her throat as he continued to move, the friction causing her to climax immediately. She felt herself losing control and before she could stop it, her orgasm ripped through her. Her vision blurred slightly as she cried out in ecstasy.

Zach grunted loudly at the sudden release, slamming into her once before coming hard himself. She could feel his seed seeped into her belly but she hardly cared.

She collapsed to the floor, resting her back against the shelves, exhausted. "Are we back together now?" She asked breathlessly.

"Not a chance," His tone was cold, devoid of any trace of the warmth and passion that had characterized their relationship before their parting. The emotions were gone—sabotaged years ago by Cherith, when she realized that Zach was no longer willing to give their relationship a second glance. Their bond was broken, and nothing could bring back what they had lost. "We are both toxic in way that it's causing us to drift apart. Goodbye."

He finished dressing then turned around and walked out the door without giving her the time to respond. Leaving Cherith sitting on the floor with a bottle half empty of alcohol in front of her, watching his tall figure disappear out the door.