#whoremoncs

“Why didn't you say something before?”

i already follow you, boo haha!

his fingers wrap around the other’s throat from behind, pressing his body close to their back. ‘ no screaming, or i’ll snap your pretty little neck of yours. ’ zion mumbles.

“I think it’s hilarious that you actually think I want a relationship with you,” Wesley stated as a bitter laugh left his parted lips. “This so called thing between us is nothing but sex and sex only,” he replied.  “So, if you’re expecting more, than I suggest you walk your fine ass out of that door and save yourself from a horrible heartbreak,” Wesley said as he ran his fingers through his locks.

      ❝ you see, ❞ he says, licking his lips flipping through the magazines. ❝ i don't really care about what's going on with you, in all honesty. at this point you're just talkin' cause i don't remember a damn thing you said. ❞

      ❝ i think you're being overdramatic. ❞ she snaps with a roll of her eyes. ❝ i'm completely over all of this arguing over the same thing, so if you want to break up with me can you at least wait until the end of my fathers damn dinner? ❞

     he had attempted to hold his composure as a female around the age of twenty three began to kiss on his neck as he yet again took another shot from his shot glass. it had been a couple days since myles had been out, and there was no better way to celebrate a good day --- --- than to celebrate it with the guys. letting a sigh escape his lips, he had one female on his mind, a female that he wished he hadn’t been so involved with. biting down on his lip, myles was about to do the one thing that did best ; cheat. myles was never a faithful man, not since he had walked in on his fiance having sex with his twin brother. letting a flustered groan escape his lips, he eyed the brunette and allowed a small smirk to play on his features.  ❛ how about we take this somewhere else ? ❜ he said, as he wrapped his arm around the female’s waist. needless to say, after having his way with yet, another female he made his way through the door of his home that he shared with his girlfriend. he smelled of alcohol and possibly a mix of female’s perfume, but that was something that he could play off easily. it was the marks on his neck that he would have to explain to his girlfriend.  ❛ babe, where the fuck you at ? ❜ he slurred, making his way into the kitchen where he found the girl sitting at the table eating by herself.  ❛'m sorry i’m late, the guy’s wanted to celebrate our victory tonight. ❜ he shrugged, walking up to the girl and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

“how many times do i have tell you to quit fucking apologizing? it only makes me feel worse.” he said, continuing to punch his fists relentlessly against the bag. “I can’t make you love me, I know that, now fuck off.”