#gctfuked

        this  was  one  charity  event  that  helena  never  looked  forward  to.  every  year  the  booze,  the  food,  the  music,  the  whole  vibe  got  worse.  she  ran  into  too  many  people  that  she’d  rather  avoid.  liars,  hypocrites,  backstabbers.  client  poachers.  on  the  other  hand,  she  was  personally  invited  by  the  wealthy  organizer  and  it  would  be  a  bad  business  decision  not  to  attend.  to  make  things  slightly  better,  she'd  booked  herself  a  room  at  the  swanky  downtown  hotel  for  the  entire  weekend.  by  morning  helena  would  be  waking  up  to  a  beach  view  and  lounging  by  the  water  for  hours.  she  was  about  twenty  minutes  from  heading  up  to  her  room,  hiding  out  at  the  open  bar  —  with  the  crappy  free  booze.  a  voice  caught  her  attention,  head  turning.  “sorry?”

“the  itch?  what  the  fuck  are  you  talking  about?  we  planned  this  months  ago."  freya  shot  back  and  reached  into  a  desk  drawer.  she  pulled  out  a  print  out  of  the  plane  tickets  and  hotel  itinerary  to  prove  that  she  wasn't  in  fact  the  crazy  one.  “so,  what,  i'm  supposed  to  go  by  myself?  these  are  non-refundable,  ace."  freya  tossed  the  papers  back  onto  the  desk  and  paced  a  little,  trying  to  stay  cool  and  collected.  she  understood  that  schedules  changed  last  minute,  but  she  really  needed  this.  they  needed  it.  “yeah,  maybe  you're  right.”  she  murmured,  looking  down.  the  disappointment  was  clear  on  her  face.  all  of  the  effort  she'd  put  into  the  relationship  felt  like  it  was  slipping  away  by  the  second.  “you  don't  even  love  me,  do  you?”

"i'm not scared of you."

adeya rolled her eyes but the grin remained on her face. " oh you think you're gonna get this ass that quickly when you can barely reply to my texts ?" she questioned. though aware she was just the side chick , she liked playing pretend. " you're on some ... probation type shit now." // @gctfuked

don : let me guess...my brother being an asshole again? don : keep tryna tell you just let me take care of you don : but you so damn stubborn. don : anyway... you know you can always come sleep in my bed. i've been waiting on you, girl. don : you eat yet? lets get some food, watch a movie. don : maybe let you ride my face until you pass out.

yasira : you know how hard you make it to stay away from you?? yasira : i can't sleep anyways...you should come pick me up yasira : i can think of a few ways to entertain you...like the other night, you literally had me folded like a pretzel i thought i was going to snap in half. yasira : we should do that again.

ravi : you can't trust yourself? goddamn, imagine how i feel. ravi : i swear you know exactly what you're doing to me. ravi : guess i can't be boyfriend of the year when i think about fucking her best friend all day long. ravi : probably smart not to trust yourself around me though, especially when you keep teasing the fuck out of me and wearing those tiny excuses of a skirt when i'm around. driving me fucking crazy you know...