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William’s POV

Some shows are harder to play than others.

And these shows have been hell.

I wish I didn’t have to watch her every show, cause it feels like I’m singing to her and she’s not even listening.

Things weren’t supposed to turn out this way, I wasn’t supposed to feel this way either. I should be happy, but I could care less about the baby to be honest. The only thing I cared about was Taylor. Call me a selfish prick, but I needed her by my side. When all of this started the agreement was to keep it free, but at some point I became emotionally attached. I missed her when she wasn’t around and I hated to make her mad at me.

Now she barely looks at me, doesn’t talk to me at all and it hurts. It shouldn’t hurt though… we should have it easy and call it off easily.

Like Mike and Natalie, who have now what I had a week ago. And they are driving me nuts.

At first, when there was nothing between then, Mike would drive me insane asking how could he get her. Is not like he was in love or anything, but he wanted her. Then, when they finally hooked up, he’d drive me insane on how could he make this work as fine as me and Taylor worked (and see how that turned out).

And now… they were driving me insane because they were two fucking bunnies! Literally.

It had been a couple of days since they actually managed to talk about their relationship, or whatever that was, and now they were using their entire spare time to fuck: at breakfast, before lunch, after lunch, before the show, after the show, everywhere and anywhere… except at night, cause I usually pair room with Mike and it wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go and I knew Taylor wasn’t giving up her room for them.

Or at least that’s what I thought… until I saw Mike getting ready to go out on a random night.

“Where are you going all pimped up?” I asked from my laptop.

“Nat’s room.”

“Oh… Taking her out?” I asked casually, getting a grin in response.

“No…” He said going back to fixing his hair.

I blinked. “She has her own room?”

“No… Taylor is going out I guess.” He said with a shrug and I felt my stomach sink: she wasn’t coming [i]herei], that’s for sure. Made me wonder what or who made her go out.

“Oh…”

“And no, I have no idea where she’s going. I don’t ask questions.” He added.

“I know you don’t…” I mumbled still thinking. I knew I wasn’t getting much information from Mike anyways, so I wasn’t even trying. I got my attention back to the laptop, or so I tried, when Mike cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Yeah well, I gotta go. Are you gonna be ok? Need me to send Sisky over to entertain you?”

“Nah… I’ll be fine.” I smiled and started typing randomly. “Have fun!”

Mike smirked. “Oh, I will!” He chuckled and waved, leaving the room and leaving me to my thoughts.

I knew Taylor wasn’t having a better time with all this. I could still read her well enough as much as she tried to hide it. It might sound selfish, but her feeling bad made me feel slightly better, maybe because I wanted her to be as emotionally attached as I was even if there was no point in it. I’m going to be a dad and by no means I’m bailing out of that, is it so bad that I wanna drag Taylor down with me? But now she was out, instead of sulking in her room as I am… why?

After a while my head started to hurt with all the hard thinking. It was probably nothing, but my brain refused to stop. What to do? Obviously… to have a drink. I also decided that maybe some fresh air could help, so I left the room and trudged down to the elevator, heading for the bar on the first floor of the hotel.

It was when I got there that I got answers. Taylor was there, happily chatting over a raspberry daiquiri with Ryan Ross.

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[/Natalie’s POV

I was lying across the bed still in bra and panties chatting into the phone when I heard the knock. I knew it was Mike, so I didn’t even bother covering up before I rolled off and went to open the door. It’s not like he cared, there was hardly ever any conversation when we got together. Just awkward small talk to break the ice before we got down and dirty. It didn’t matter to me, not when I spent all my extra time talking to Taylor and for the most part, Brendon, who I happened to be giggling with right then. I didn’t bother hanging up when I noticed the look on Mike’s face. I always gave Brendon my undivided attention when we talked, because of course, HE actually took time to talk to me. He was a really great guy, we got along well, and we were so much alike it was ridiculous.

“Who are you talking to?” Mike mouthed, watching me skeptically as he sat on the edge of the bed. I rolled my eyes and turned the other way, continuing my conversation. “Naaaaaat,” Mike groaned.

“Oh my god, I’m talking. I’ll be with you in a minute.” I finally said to him, covering the mouthpiece with my hand. I went back to ignoring him, laughing and lying there crossing and uncrossing my legs unconsciously with a huge grin on my face. Mike huffed and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels and looking very annoyed.

Not that I cared.

“Natalie...” Mike whispered, trying to slide his arm around my waist. I slithered away from him and rolled onto my stomach.

“Wait.” I replied.

I knew he’d be pissed by the time I was off of the phone, but it didn’t matter. I was happy doing just what I was doing before he arrived.

“Nat, is everything ok?” Brendon asked softly.

“Yeah...” I answered, biting down on my lip to avoid snickering at Mike, who was currently pouting like a child who was scolded by his mother. “Everything’s fine.” We continued joking and talking about nonsense like the way his dog slept on his pillow with him when he was home, while Mike was getting more and more antsy. I didn’t expect him to do what he did next...

I crossed my legs again and he caught the right one midair, raising it slowly and rubbing his hand down my leg. I tried to shake him off, but like some kind of rabid pit bull, he refused to let go. I glared at him while Brendon chatted away in my ear, scowling when he kneaded my thigh and kissed my kneecap.

“C’mon, baby,” He growled, creeping a hand up my thigh, grazing the trim of my panties. I sighed uncomfortably, and he grinned. Mike slid one of his fingers inside me slowly, while sliding my bra straps down my shoulders. He pushed the finger in and out gently and then started kissing my neck and jaw. I tried my best not to whimper, ending the phone call by telling Brendon I’d call him after my shower.

Mike snatched the phone from my hand and tossed it to the floor. “You were ignoring me, and I got tired of waiting...” He sneered, adding a second finger and pushing them inside me a little rougher. I moaned and bucked my hips, pissed as hell but never one to turn down what would guarantee me a mind shattering orgasm. “You were so naughty...” He went on, lowering his head to my chest and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth hard.

“Mike,” I moaned.

“I think you need to be punished.”

I raised an eyebrow. Punished? This shit wasn’t in the contract.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked.

Mike didn’t answer, just smirked and proceeded to unhook and pull away the diversion that had become my bra, tossing it across the room and nuzzling his face in between my breasts.

“You’ll see. You might even enjoy it.”

He grabbed me roughly, flipping me over. My heart was racing from a mix of anticipation, nervousness and slight arousal, which kept me from putting up a struggle. “What are you doing Mike?”

Again, no answer until he started kissing the back of my neck. It tickled, and I giggled a little bit, until a sharp, stinging sensation stopped it abruptly. My eyes immediately started to water and then it came again. It took me a minute to realize he was fucking SPANKING me!

I grumbled in protest, but he was obviously not letting up. Pressing against my back, Mike kept kissing and sucking my neck, rubbing and squeezing the ass cheek he spanked. He moved his free hand around and cupped one of my breasts, rolling the nipple in between his fingers and grinding against me.

“M-mike...”

“Shh!” He hushed me, slipping the same hand underneath me to tease my clit. He started stroking gently, rubbing in small circles while I moaned softly, getting right into it. It felt so good I gave up trying to be offended, coming hard as he massaged my insides and spanked me on the ass repeatedly.

Mike and I bed wrestled until I was exhausted, ass cheeks still stinging from his “punishment”. He laughed as we lay there an hour or two later, rubbing the palms of his hands across them softly. “Did I hurt you?” He asked after a long silence.

I shook my head.

“But did you like it?”

I shrugged.

The rubbing suddenly stopped. “Well fuck, Nat...”

“What?”

“So you’re not gonna answer? You have nothing to say to me?” He snapped, annoyed.

“Should I?” I retorted.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even have to, I knew he was seething. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

Mike rolled off of the bed and groaned, rubbing his face. “We’re not talking then... why?”

I shrugged again. “Because it’s easier? I dunno. Just trying it your way.”

“My way?” He blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I huffed and turned over on my back, pulling the sheet up to cover my chest. “It means... We obviously have nothing to talk about. And I don’t feel like forcing it.” I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and began checking it for missed calls.

He sighed and sat down behind me. “Why are we even doing this, if you can’t even look at me?” Mike grabbed my shoulder and turned me turned me so he could see my face. He raised an eyebrow when our eyes met.

“I thought we already have this conversation? Besides, since when do you care so much?” I asked him, holding in a smile when I saw I had unread texts from Brendon.

“We haven’t... in fact we haven’t had any conversation at all... all we do is...”

I nodded, stretching and then curling under the sheet, tapping away at the keys on the phone. “All we do is fuck. And that is the way you wanted it after all, Mike.”

I glanced up to see his lips curl angrily, which was kinda cute, but whatever. “You can’t possibly know what I want, Nat. But I guess you don’t care either...” I rolled my eyes as he threw a tantrum and started to dress. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, but fuck... I wasn’t about to play games with him.

“All I know is what you told me, remember? So... maybe we should cool it down for a couple days until we get a grip on things.” I replied, keeping my eyes on the screen, still tapping away.

Mike couldn’t even stand to look at me as he re-dressed hastily. “Whatever works for you, Nat. I bet Brendon Urie will keep you busy...”

I didn’t answer at first, curious about how he knew.

“There’s nothing going on you know. You sound like a jealous boyfriend for even bringing him up.” I tried not to smile, but fuck it this was amusing to me. I sat up on the pillows and followed Carden with my eyes.

“Well, you might wanna remember the “exclusive” part of our little agreement though. Or I might have to find other ways and means to punish you...” He replied blankly.

“Now you’re threatening me?” I shot back, scowling.

“More like a warning.” He smirked.

“Get out.” I said, turning over on my side, facing the wall.

“Oh, I intend to do so, babe,” He smiled widely and headed for the door. “And don’t make any plans by the way, I’m taking you out for lunch...”

“Yeah? Don’t hold your breath. You can’t force me. Besides, I have plans.” I grumbled, extremely butthurt and just itching for him to leave.

He froze and turned back around to face me. “Then I’ll have to use some other way of persuasion. But you’re coming...” He smirked and I wanted to slap the smug expression right off his lips. “Just like you did a few moments before, even if you won’t admit you liked it. Just get some sleep... on your tummy.” He chuckled.

I was so pissed I couldn’t do anything but glare at him, already thinking up ways to steer clear of him for lunch and possibly the rest of the week. “Goodnight, Michael.” I said, contempt dripping from my voice.

“Night, Nat.” He grinned and finally left the room.

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