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Taylor’s POV
I was in a considerable good mood that morning. After having a few drinks on the bar and fall asleep to a movie, my head hurt less and I have to admit it was the first night of real sleep that I’ve had in a week.
I entered my room hoping to see Carden there with Nat, but she was alone, asleep and curled up on the bed gripping her phone. I chuckled and pulled the curtains open, tapping her ass.
“Wake up, you lazy slut.”
“OW! I swear if you do it again...” She mumbled half asleep, turning her head and glaring, wiping her eyes. “Oh, it’s you. Hey.” She blinked.
“Hi…” I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“You seem to be in a good mood… where’d you go?” Nat asked, turning on her side, like she didn’t wanna sit on her ass, which was weird…
“Ryan’s… I told you before I left though.” I said pulling the covers down the bed, just to find out her reddened behind. “Oh my God! Nat!” I started laughing. Nat snatched the covers back up, hiding and burying her face on the pillows.
“Go away.” She mumbled. I laughed even harder and knelt on the bed, pulling the covers down again.
“What the fuck did you let him do to you?” I asked, struggling for the blankets. Nat groaned and blushed, covering up to her face.
“I didn’t LET him, he just... distracted me and just did.” She said vaguely.
“He distracted you… and spanked you…” I chuckled again, cause, call me a perv, but I could totally see that in my head. And it was funny as hell! “And you liked it!” I said bursting out laughing.
“I didn’t say I liked it…” Nat pouted, which made everything even funnier. “I may have liked the other things he was doing while he spanked me…” She said, pulling a thread off of the edge of the blankets, obviously lying… “Anyway, what about Ryan?” She said trying to change the subject.
“You liked it! Don’t lie to me, you’re totally into getting spanked, tied up and possibly whipped.” I still was laughing when I lied on the bed and hugged a pillow. “And Ryan… he’s nice. We had a couple of drinks and then watched a movie. Oh! And we also laughed at Brendon.”
Nat made the attempt of sitting up, slowly… “I’m not encouraging this bullshit. My ass hurts.” She said with a groan and I just laughed louder. “But you were drinking? And why were you laughing at Brendon?”
“Cause he was like 2 hours sending out messages and cursing on the phone… He looks really cute when he’s pouting, looks like a little kid.”
Nat smiled dreamily at the comment. “I know…” I raised an eyebrow, smirking, when she cleared her throat. “But what did you and Ryan talk about?”
“Just random stuff…” I said still eyeing her. “Mostly about Brendon and his secret girlfriend… though I don’t think is that secret anymore.” I chuckled watching her go crimson. She pouted again and tossed a pillow at me. I started laughing again.
“He... said that? That he has a secret girlfriend?”
By now I was practically rolling on the bed laughing. “No! Ryan said that! To tease him... he blushed and stammered and all that. That’s when he stopped sending messages! And pacing around the room... and dialing....” Nat managed to get so red, I feared her head would explode.
“He’s so sweet…” She said with a sigh and then looked at me. “But you and Ryan seem to be getting cozy…”
“He’s nice… we just get along well.” I shrugged, biting my lip. “I like that he doesn’t ask about things either. Even if he knows…” My smile faded.
Cause everyone knew. It wasn’t like me and Bill were that much of a secret and our “break up” was kind of obvious for everyone.
“Have you talked to Bill?” Nat asked after a pause.
“No... I--” I sighed again. “I can’t. And is not like he’s tried either…” I rolled my eyes and Nat stifled a chuckle.
“Don’t blame him entirely. It’s not like you’re the most approachable person when you’re mad, Tay…” I looked at her, pulling a face.
“Ha-ha... I know... but still, I’d like him to try. And if he doesn’t, then is not that important to him.” I bit my lip and looked down, picking a thread on the bed. It still bothered me too much, more than it should and a lot more than I wanted to.
“Don’t worry, he’s probably just building up the nerve to talk to you again.” Nat soothed, giving a long sigh… “The same way I need to... and that makes perfect sense, you know, because you still frighten the hell out of me.” One snarky comment deserves another one.
“And I haven’t spanked you yet... wait, you like that stuff. Hmm…” Nat glared at me again and I would’ve laughed, but… I shook my head instead, still picking on the comforter. “It doesn’t matter, in a week I’ll be far away from him and it will be like none of this ever happened.”
“Knock it off about the spanking! Jeez! And next question is, will you be moving on to Italy…” She asked with a smirk and a giggle. Panic’s next stop was Italy. “…or going back home to the states?”
“I don’t know…” I said trying to sound uninterested. “So far I’m going back home.” For real, I didn’t know. Even if a little part of me would like to be invited to Italy, I wasn’t about to admit it. “How about you? Following the S&M freak? Your contract ends in December.” It was my time to smirk, as Nat groaned and shook her head.
“Oh hell no. No. No. No. As far as I’m concerned, we’re already done.”
“Really? Why? He has sex with you like 10 times a day and spanks you! What else can you ask for?” I said amused.
“Yeah well... All that and he’s not the least bit sensitive… And I want more…” Nat trailed off and looked down at the phone. I giggled.
“More on the ‘Italian’ side?” I made airquotes. “With pouty lips and plump ass?”
“Maybe…” She said biting her lip, and then groaned. “It’s getting so obvious, even Mike can see it.”
“Well, he had to be blind not to!” I earned another pillow. “You do have a lot in common, though, with Brendon. One thing being your blatant obviousness. You can’t keep a secret to save your boobs.” I laughed. Nat cupped her boobs and shrugged.
“Yeah well, it’s more my ass I’m worried about here.” She said frowning, I knew she felt bad, but it was asking for it!
“You already let him spank you and NOW you worry about your ass?!?” I said laughing out loud.
“Because it hurts!” She pouted again. “And we don’t get along. Period.” Nat sat on the bed, crossing her arms on her chest, looking like someone stole her animal crackers.
“Whatever you say, Nat.” I said rolling my eyes and getting off the bed, searching my suitcase for clean clothes. “I’m going to take a shower. You might wanna put ice back there!”
The shower spring washed away my giggles and took me back to thinking about William. I know I can be a total bitch when I’m pissed, but it’s not like I’d stop him or hit him or do anything to hurt him really. But he doesn’t care, that’s why he’s not even trying. And if that’s true, then he’s not worth it. Besides, as Nat said… there’s Ryan…
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William’s POV
The morning after I saw Ryan with Taylor I woke up in a bad mood. How could she sit there with him, all smiles, laughing, talking like nothing was wrong at all, when I walked around looking the way I did? It was frustrating.
I should just forget her. Let her covert with Ross and worry about my... family. Not that I’ve gotten used to that bit of news at all.
With a grumble I rolled out of bed and scratched my head, nearly crashing into a freshly showered Mike, who himself had some serious bitchface going on.
“Hey man.” I said as he brushed by.
“Morning...” He grumbled.
“Rough night?” I asked.
“You could call it that,” He replied, toweling off his hair while I dug into my suitcase. “I don’t get women.”
“Pssh, you and me both,” I scoffed. “What happened?”
Mike huffed angrily. “Well first, I got there and she was on the phone, and for a good 10 minutes at that! Until I used some...” He smirked. “Persuasion...”
I chuckled a little and he shook his head and went on.
“Anyway, after it happened she just refused to talk to me. Like, at all. She just rolled over and ignored me and checking her phone or whatever...” He finished dressing and I sat back down on my bed. “I don’t know, this shit is going nowhere. How the fuck did you manage to last so long?”
I shrugged. “You’re hiding it for one. That only pisses them off. I’ve never hidden anything from you guys. But hey! Don’t ask me for advice. You see how everything’s fucked up now don’t you?”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t cause Tay thought you were an ass to her. Nat thinks so and I really have no idea of how making it better.” He paused, then mumbled, “Not that I care, but it would be nice...”
I laughed.
“Oh you don’t care?” I laughed again until I snorted. “I don’t know Mike, do something nice. Do you ever like, talk? I mean, Just talk without reaching into her pants? Girls DO like that kind of shit, you caveman.”
“I did! Or tried... and I’m planning to take her for lunch,” I raised my eyebrow skeptically. “Real lunch! But she just... uughh, shut me down.”
I sighed. “I wish I could help, other than to tell you to be... you. Only like, 3 times sweeter. I’m no guru on women, man. Look what a mess I’ve made myself. I even saw Taylor out last night with Ryan...”
Mike paused and he raised his eyebrow. “Really? Cause I’ve seen Nat being all cozy with Brendon.”
“Figures. I don’t get what it is about them... Ryan and Taylor were having drinks... Who knows what that led to.” I grimaced, shaking my head mournfully. “Whatever you plan on doing, or deciding to do with Nat, you better do it soon...”
Mike sat back for a minute, like he was taking it all in. “Maybe, I don’t know. I can’t just turn into this sweet, goofy guy overnight!” He said, snatching his shoes up. “Have you talked to Taylor?”
“No...” I gave my short answer, immediately becoming saddened thinking about our current situation. I really missed her.
“Have you tried?”
I paused. “I was going to... until last night with Ryan, and then Christine... I’m thinking maybe... I should just let it go.”
“Is she really that scary?” He asked, sitting on the bed and smirking. I rolled my eyes in return.
“No, just... Maybe she deserves better. I’ve got a pregnant girlfriend, Mike.”
“...and you’re scared Taylor will bite your head off. Really.” He said with a small chuckle that made it all worse. “If that child is yours, then it’s yours. But you shouldn’t force yourself with Christine for it. What is it that you really want?”
I frowned. “Neither of them is more important than my kid. And if Taylor has a problem with that, then well... we’re over. I’m also aware I don’t have to be with Christine to raise it...”
“How can you even know Taylor has a problem with it? I really don’t think the baby is the problem here...”
I stared straight ahead and bit my lip. I didn’t want to hear or discuss anything about Taylor, it was only pissing me off. “If you know so much, about chicks, then why are you having so many problems?”
“It’s not about chicks, William! The fact that I don’t know what the fuck to do with Natalie doesn’t make me oblivious! Are you really that blind??”
I glared a little, sticking my lip out in a pout. “Maybe I am...” I replied, heading into the bathroom.
“She’s in love with you, Bill. And everyone knows it. Everyone but you.” Mike sighed.
I ignored him and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Who the hell was he to tell me anything? If she was so “in love”, then why wasn’t she trying to work things out instead of hanging out with that kid?
I went back and forth many times as I stood under the warm spray of water. Finally deciding that maybe I should confront Taylor. Talk this out, before it was too late.
I was in a considerable good mood that morning. After having a few drinks on the bar and fall asleep to a movie, my head hurt less and I have to admit it was the first night of real sleep that I’ve had in a week.
I entered my room hoping to see Carden there with Nat, but she was alone, asleep and curled up on the bed gripping her phone. I chuckled and pulled the curtains open, tapping her ass.
“Wake up, you lazy slut.”
“OW! I swear if you do it again...” She mumbled half asleep, turning her head and glaring, wiping her eyes. “Oh, it’s you. Hey.” She blinked.
“Hi…” I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“You seem to be in a good mood… where’d you go?” Nat asked, turning on her side, like she didn’t wanna sit on her ass, which was weird…
“Ryan’s… I told you before I left though.” I said pulling the covers down the bed, just to find out her reddened behind. “Oh my God! Nat!” I started laughing. Nat snatched the covers back up, hiding and burying her face on the pillows.
“Go away.” She mumbled. I laughed even harder and knelt on the bed, pulling the covers down again.
“What the fuck did you let him do to you?” I asked, struggling for the blankets. Nat groaned and blushed, covering up to her face.
“I didn’t LET him, he just... distracted me and just did.” She said vaguely.
“He distracted you… and spanked you…” I chuckled again, cause, call me a perv, but I could totally see that in my head. And it was funny as hell! “And you liked it!” I said bursting out laughing.
“I didn’t say I liked it…” Nat pouted, which made everything even funnier. “I may have liked the other things he was doing while he spanked me…” She said, pulling a thread off of the edge of the blankets, obviously lying… “Anyway, what about Ryan?” She said trying to change the subject.
“You liked it! Don’t lie to me, you’re totally into getting spanked, tied up and possibly whipped.” I still was laughing when I lied on the bed and hugged a pillow. “And Ryan… he’s nice. We had a couple of drinks and then watched a movie. Oh! And we also laughed at Brendon.”
Nat made the attempt of sitting up, slowly… “I’m not encouraging this bullshit. My ass hurts.” She said with a groan and I just laughed louder. “But you were drinking? And why were you laughing at Brendon?”
“Cause he was like 2 hours sending out messages and cursing on the phone… He looks really cute when he’s pouting, looks like a little kid.”
Nat smiled dreamily at the comment. “I know…” I raised an eyebrow, smirking, when she cleared her throat. “But what did you and Ryan talk about?”
“Just random stuff…” I said still eyeing her. “Mostly about Brendon and his secret girlfriend… though I don’t think is that secret anymore.” I chuckled watching her go crimson. She pouted again and tossed a pillow at me. I started laughing again.
“He... said that? That he has a secret girlfriend?”
By now I was practically rolling on the bed laughing. “No! Ryan said that! To tease him... he blushed and stammered and all that. That’s when he stopped sending messages! And pacing around the room... and dialing....” Nat managed to get so red, I feared her head would explode.
“He’s so sweet…” She said with a sigh and then looked at me. “But you and Ryan seem to be getting cozy…”
“He’s nice… we just get along well.” I shrugged, biting my lip. “I like that he doesn’t ask about things either. Even if he knows…” My smile faded.
Cause everyone knew. It wasn’t like me and Bill were that much of a secret and our “break up” was kind of obvious for everyone.
“Have you talked to Bill?” Nat asked after a pause.
“No... I--” I sighed again. “I can’t. And is not like he’s tried either…” I rolled my eyes and Nat stifled a chuckle.
“Don’t blame him entirely. It’s not like you’re the most approachable person when you’re mad, Tay…” I looked at her, pulling a face.
“Ha-ha... I know... but still, I’d like him to try. And if he doesn’t, then is not that important to him.” I bit my lip and looked down, picking a thread on the bed. It still bothered me too much, more than it should and a lot more than I wanted to.
“Don’t worry, he’s probably just building up the nerve to talk to you again.” Nat soothed, giving a long sigh… “The same way I need to... and that makes perfect sense, you know, because you still frighten the hell out of me.” One snarky comment deserves another one.
“And I haven’t spanked you yet... wait, you like that stuff. Hmm…” Nat glared at me again and I would’ve laughed, but… I shook my head instead, still picking on the comforter. “It doesn’t matter, in a week I’ll be far away from him and it will be like none of this ever happened.”
“Knock it off about the spanking! Jeez! And next question is, will you be moving on to Italy…” She asked with a smirk and a giggle. Panic’s next stop was Italy. “…or going back home to the states?”
“I don’t know…” I said trying to sound uninterested. “So far I’m going back home.” For real, I didn’t know. Even if a little part of me would like to be invited to Italy, I wasn’t about to admit it. “How about you? Following the S&M freak? Your contract ends in December.” It was my time to smirk, as Nat groaned and shook her head.
“Oh hell no. No. No. No. As far as I’m concerned, we’re already done.”
“Really? Why? He has sex with you like 10 times a day and spanks you! What else can you ask for?” I said amused.
“Yeah well... All that and he’s not the least bit sensitive… And I want more…” Nat trailed off and looked down at the phone. I giggled.
“More on the ‘Italian’ side?” I made airquotes. “With pouty lips and plump ass?”
“Maybe…” She said biting her lip, and then groaned. “It’s getting so obvious, even Mike can see it.”
“Well, he had to be blind not to!” I earned another pillow. “You do have a lot in common, though, with Brendon. One thing being your blatant obviousness. You can’t keep a secret to save your boobs.” I laughed. Nat cupped her boobs and shrugged.
“Yeah well, it’s more my ass I’m worried about here.” She said frowning, I knew she felt bad, but it was asking for it!
“You already let him spank you and NOW you worry about your ass?!?” I said laughing out loud.
“Because it hurts!” She pouted again. “And we don’t get along. Period.” Nat sat on the bed, crossing her arms on her chest, looking like someone stole her animal crackers.
“Whatever you say, Nat.” I said rolling my eyes and getting off the bed, searching my suitcase for clean clothes. “I’m going to take a shower. You might wanna put ice back there!”
The shower spring washed away my giggles and took me back to thinking about William. I know I can be a total bitch when I’m pissed, but it’s not like I’d stop him or hit him or do anything to hurt him really. But he doesn’t care, that’s why he’s not even trying. And if that’s true, then he’s not worth it. Besides, as Nat said… there’s Ryan…
.~
William’s POV
The morning after I saw Ryan with Taylor I woke up in a bad mood. How could she sit there with him, all smiles, laughing, talking like nothing was wrong at all, when I walked around looking the way I did? It was frustrating.
I should just forget her. Let her covert with Ross and worry about my... family. Not that I’ve gotten used to that bit of news at all.
With a grumble I rolled out of bed and scratched my head, nearly crashing into a freshly showered Mike, who himself had some serious bitchface going on.
“Hey man.” I said as he brushed by.
“Morning...” He grumbled.
“Rough night?” I asked.
“You could call it that,” He replied, toweling off his hair while I dug into my suitcase. “I don’t get women.”
“Pssh, you and me both,” I scoffed. “What happened?”
Mike huffed angrily. “Well first, I got there and she was on the phone, and for a good 10 minutes at that! Until I used some...” He smirked. “Persuasion...”
I chuckled a little and he shook his head and went on.
“Anyway, after it happened she just refused to talk to me. Like, at all. She just rolled over and ignored me and checking her phone or whatever...” He finished dressing and I sat back down on my bed. “I don’t know, this shit is going nowhere. How the fuck did you manage to last so long?”
I shrugged. “You’re hiding it for one. That only pisses them off. I’ve never hidden anything from you guys. But hey! Don’t ask me for advice. You see how everything’s fucked up now don’t you?”
“Yeah, but that wasn’t cause Tay thought you were an ass to her. Nat thinks so and I really have no idea of how making it better.” He paused, then mumbled, “Not that I care, but it would be nice...”
I laughed.
“Oh you don’t care?” I laughed again until I snorted. “I don’t know Mike, do something nice. Do you ever like, talk? I mean, Just talk without reaching into her pants? Girls DO like that kind of shit, you caveman.”
“I did! Or tried... and I’m planning to take her for lunch,” I raised my eyebrow skeptically. “Real lunch! But she just... uughh, shut me down.”
I sighed. “I wish I could help, other than to tell you to be... you. Only like, 3 times sweeter. I’m no guru on women, man. Look what a mess I’ve made myself. I even saw Taylor out last night with Ryan...”
Mike paused and he raised his eyebrow. “Really? Cause I’ve seen Nat being all cozy with Brendon.”
“Figures. I don’t get what it is about them... Ryan and Taylor were having drinks... Who knows what that led to.” I grimaced, shaking my head mournfully. “Whatever you plan on doing, or deciding to do with Nat, you better do it soon...”
Mike sat back for a minute, like he was taking it all in. “Maybe, I don’t know. I can’t just turn into this sweet, goofy guy overnight!” He said, snatching his shoes up. “Have you talked to Taylor?”
“No...” I gave my short answer, immediately becoming saddened thinking about our current situation. I really missed her.
“Have you tried?”
I paused. “I was going to... until last night with Ryan, and then Christine... I’m thinking maybe... I should just let it go.”
“Is she really that scary?” He asked, sitting on the bed and smirking. I rolled my eyes in return.
“No, just... Maybe she deserves better. I’ve got a pregnant girlfriend, Mike.”
“...and you’re scared Taylor will bite your head off. Really.” He said with a small chuckle that made it all worse. “If that child is yours, then it’s yours. But you shouldn’t force yourself with Christine for it. What is it that you really want?”
I frowned. “Neither of them is more important than my kid. And if Taylor has a problem with that, then well... we’re over. I’m also aware I don’t have to be with Christine to raise it...”
“How can you even know Taylor has a problem with it? I really don’t think the baby is the problem here...”
I stared straight ahead and bit my lip. I didn’t want to hear or discuss anything about Taylor, it was only pissing me off. “If you know so much, about chicks, then why are you having so many problems?”
“It’s not about chicks, William! The fact that I don’t know what the fuck to do with Natalie doesn’t make me oblivious! Are you really that blind??”
I glared a little, sticking my lip out in a pout. “Maybe I am...” I replied, heading into the bathroom.
“She’s in love with you, Bill. And everyone knows it. Everyone but you.” Mike sighed.
I ignored him and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Who the hell was he to tell me anything? If she was so “in love”, then why wasn’t she trying to work things out instead of hanging out with that kid?
I went back and forth many times as I stood under the warm spray of water. Finally deciding that maybe I should confront Taylor. Talk this out, before it was too late.
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