Prologue part 2

Bella POV:

Sitting on my couch, high on Percocet, I stared at the bottle of gin and the three lines of coke next to it. I was too high right now to figure out which one was more appealing.

I slumped into depression when I got home; I mean, how could I not?

Xavier had been in and out of rehab, but he stayed in the one Amari and I were in, specifically, in the room she stayed in the longest because he wanted to be close to her. So when Xavier pulled up a picture the facility had of her, I automatically shut down. But they made it worse when they started bringing up good, happy, fun memories. So it wasn't quite my fault right now that I relapsed.

I didn't know how long it had been since I stared at these substances in front of me. I wanted to do both, but frankly, after I almost overdosed a month ago, I never wanted to experience that again, so I was taking it easy.

Hearing a knock at the door, I wasn't sure if my mind was making it up or if someone was actually knocking. I wasn't that high.

"That's something a high person would say," I thought, my mind clouded.

Hearing the knock again and then my door being bashed open, I didn't even have the strength to turn and look to see who it was.

"Jesus, Bella," Daniel said, standing over me. Somehow, I had ended up on the floor. He placed his arms under my thighs and around my arms, lifting me up and placing me back on the sofa.

"So, is this what you've been doing?" he asked, his tone a mix of concern and frustration. I just huffed; I was too tired to fight with him right now.

"You're a mess, Bella," he said, his words hitting me hard. When the reality of his statement registered, a tear ran down my face.

"I know," I whispered, my voice barely audible, and his features softened.

"Bella," he sighed, taking a seat on the floor next to my legs. "You know I can't leave you, right?" he said, his voice gentle. I sniffled, trying to hold back my emotions.

His eyes fell on the gin and the three lines of coke on the table. He picked up the bottle of gin, untwisted the cap, and shook his head in disbelief. Then, without a word, he started chugging, his actions speaking louder than any words could.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. He sighed, leaning his head back, his eyes heavy with the weight of his emotions. Slightly parting my legs, I allowed his head to rest on the couch between them. I bent down so my face was near his hair. I had always loved the manly scent Daniel carried with him. I started to run my fingers through his hair; it felt so soft and fluffy. A tired sigh escaped his lips, and he took another swig from the bottle.

"It's only been six months, Bella, but it feels like yesterday. My chest pains when I think about her," he said, his voice heavy with pain. I hated seeing Daniel like this because I didn't know how I was supposed to help him. I mean, between the two of us, he was the one who usually offered support, while I seemed to mess things up. We sat in silence as he continued to chug the bottle. It was now half full, and he kept swallowing it down, trying to drown his sorrows.

"Bella, why do you do this to yourself?" he asked, turning his whole body towards me. His face was now mere inches away from mine, his eyes searching mine for answers. I sighed, feeling a lump in my throat.

"It's to numb the pain," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "I give myself an ultimatum: drink your problems away or cut your problems away. I honestly rather mess up my insides because then it's not visible to everyone around me that I need help," I whispered, my words heavy with the weight of my own despair. He looked at me with a pained expression

"You have me, Bella, you know that," he says softly. I part my legs, and he places his hands on the couch, resting his chin on them. His gaze locks onto mine, and a mix of emotions swirls in those deep, forest-green eyes. I want to kiss him so badly, but uncertainty lingers in the air, clouding our connection.

"Sometimes I feel like you can't stand me," I answer truthfully, my voice barely audible, and he shakes his head with a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how to deal with grief. I've never been good at it," he admits, his vulnerability laying bare between us. I nod, understanding his struggle all too well, as I, too, am drowning in the same sea of sorrow.

"You have me," I say softly, my voice a fragile thread in the quiet room, and he smiles, moving closer. With gentle determination, he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

My blue eyes get lost in his, a kaleidoscope of emotions reflecting back at me. His touch and the proximity of his body send shivers down my spine, intoxicating me further. I don't know how we ended up here, but the undeniable sexual tension hangs in the air, thickening the atmosphere around us. He sits up, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, sensually, his hand travels from my chin to my hair, as if he's savoring each moment, each sensation.

A sigh escapes his lips, filling the room with a sense of longing as he stares at me. "God, I need you, Bella," he whispers, his gaze dropping to my lips. We lock eyes again, and I find myself frozen in place, caught in the magnetic pull of his desire.

He twirls a strand of my hair with his index finger, the gentle caress sending a jolt of electricity through me. The strand falls, and we both watch it descend, the world reduced to this intimate moment between us. My gaze flickers to his lips, an unspoken invitation hanging between us.

"Kiss me," I breathe out, my voice barely audible, and he leans in, his movements slow, deliberate. Every inch he closes between us steals my breath away, the anticipation making my heart race. This is the exquisite torture of being with Daniel, the way he touches and kisses as if he fears breaking me, yet every caress, every touch, ignites a fiery longing within me.

Losing patience with him I place my hand on the back of his head and I pull him towards me. His lips touch mine and he growls grabbing tightly onto my waist. Sitting up he pulls me towards him. He slides in between my legs climbing onto me.

I lean back into the coach and he places his knee in between my legs his erection grazing over my stomach and I moan into the kiss. His hands tighten on my waist and the kiss starts to pick up. It's more heated and demanding. I soften in his arms so that he knows he has complete control over me

"Please" I whimper. He bites my bottom lip and I cry into his mouth. He picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. He carries me into the bedroom and I gasp when he drops me onto the bed

"Tell me to stop Bella because if I touch you now I'm not going to stop until you're screaming my name on your third orgasm," he says pulling off his shirt. Looking at the sight of his abs and the delicious v-line that disappears into his pants I bite my lip. He climbs onto the bed and I lay down. He hovers over me and plants a soft tender kiss on my lips

"Tell me to stop Bella" he pleads in a whisper. I buck my hips up and I grind into his erection

"Fuck" he whispers into my neck. "Tell me to stop," he says thrusting his hips and I moan wanting more friction. Bucking my hips to meet with his thrusts his hand grabs onto my hip

"Fuck look at you. We're still wearing clothes but if someone was to see you right now they would swear I'm already fucking you" he growls. He starts taking off my shorts and my panties. He licks his lips when he sees my aching core glistening for him

"God look how wet you are Bella. Is this how wet you get for me, pretty girl? Your pussy loves me this much that a few frictions have you soaking through your little panties and shorts" he groans tossing my shorts and panties to the floor. His hands rub onto the inner parts of my thighs teasing me

"Yes," I moan and a deep chuckle leaves his lips. His fingers slowly part my folds and they make a wet sticky sound as they separate which has him exhaling loudly. I gasp when I feel him run his thumb up and down my folds coming into contact with my clit with the faintest touch

"Don't give me this much power over your body Bella "he rasps using my wetness to rub my clit with his thumb applying the right amount of pressure.

The new sensation makes me moan into my sheets and he groans loving the sounds he has me making. He pulls away and I whimper at the loss of friction. The sound of his zipper being pulled down and the removal of his belt has me waiting eagerly for him.