Until Forever (2 page)

My hand reached her underwear, and my fingers explored her down below. “Someone’s excited for me.” My fingers were drenched in her moisture.

Janice placed her hands on my arms and shoved me, but I didn’t budge. I was easily twice her size and more than twice her weight. She was a fly compared to me.

I rubbed her clitoris hard, making her eyes droop. I continued to kiss her neck. “Done being a bitch yet?”

Her legs widened slightly.

I knew I had her. I pulled her panties off then pressed her against the refrigerator. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms hooked around my neck My cock found her easily and I slipped inside.

Janice dug her nails into my skin and moaned. “I hate you.”

I slammed into her hard and fast. “I hate you too.”

She pressed her face to mine while I rocked into her. The curtains were open, so anyone could see us fucking in the kitchen if they were lucky enough to look. I didn’t care. It was free porn for them.

When she started to tighten around me, I stopped.

“
Ahh! I hate you,” she hissed.

I was on the verge of exploding but I had to do it right before she came.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “Please.”

“I’m not falling for that again. I know you’re an ice cold bitch.” I moved into her again, trying to get off before she did.

When she reached her brink again, I stopped. I just need a few more thrusts to reach my orgasm.

“Ryan! You’re being an asshole.”

I moved into her again. “Yep.” My cock twitched and I reached my explosion. I bit my lip and moaned while I filled her. I tried to be as loud as possible just to make her jealous. As soon as I depleted myself, I pulled out and placed her on the ground. “That will teach you a thing or two.”

She glared at me, her face still tinted. “Asshole.”

“Like I care.” I walked back into my room then pulled my clothes on. I felt like a champion for finally beating Janice at her own game. I deserved a pat on the back for giving her a taste of her own medicine.

When I heard an audible moan coming from the living room, I raised an eyebrow. It definitely sounded like Janice. I heard it again. Curious, I walked out and saw her on the couch, doing something very nasty to
herself. My eyes widened.

She wa
s lying on the couch, her hand between her legs. Moaning and grunting, she was taking care of herself, clearly not needing me at all.

I came closer to her and watched. It was actually really hot.

She looked at me for a moment while she touched herself.

My cock sprung to life again at the sight. I watched her fingers move in and out, knowing how wet she wa
s. The sound she was making was driving me crazy. Unable to hold back, I stripped my clothes off then moved on top of her.

Janice didn’t fight me. She opened her legs and circled her arms around my neck. A
soon as I was inside her, I thrust hard. She was so wet and warm, and I kept thinking about the way she pleased herself right in front of me, no embarrassment or shame at all.

She tightened around me as soon
as we began, but she was so sexy underneath me that I didn’t pull out. I gave her what she wanted because I was weak. Her cheeks darkened as the orgasm rocked through her, making her spiral down with loud moans and grunts. The sight made me want to explode.

Then she
shoved me off of her. “God, you’re so stupid.”

What?

She pulled on her clothes. “I’m glad I got mine.”

I sat on the couch, my cock still in the air. “You bitch.”

She smirked then walked away. “I always win, Ryan.”

I sighed in frustration then walked into the bedroom, ready to finish the job with my hand.

2

Cortland

The longer Monnique worked for the magazine, the less I saw her. Not only did she work during the day, but she had to make appearances in the evening for her boss, being eye candy. Even though I didn’t like it, I held my tongue.

She was different. Slowly, she started changing into a different person. The mirror became her best friend. She looked at it more than she looked at me.
Her face was heavy with makeup, and her eyes constantly glanced at those around her, eyeing what they wore and how they did their hair. She wasn’t the same.

When I reached her apartment, she opened the door. She wa
s wearing a tube top that showed her stomach. I could see the lines of her ribs through her skin. She lost so much weight drastically, and I feared for her health. I told her my concerns numerous times, but she shrugged them off.

Now I stared at her
belly-button, noticing something I hadn’t seen before. “You got your belly-button pierced?”

She smirked then looked down. “Yep. You like it?”

Actually, I thought it was sexy as hell, but that wasn’t the point. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to show you.” She touched the jewel hanging from her skin. “It looks awesome, right?”

“I meant before you did it,” I said quickly. “I didn’t even know you were into piercings.”

“Oh. Well, Shane wanted me to do it.”

“So? If he told you to eat your own shit, would you?” I knew I was blowing up over nothing, but everything was changing too fast. I couldn’t handle it.

“What’s your problem?” she snapped. “If you’re going to be in a pissed mood
all night, maybe you shouldn’t go.”

“I just
don’t like it when you let someone tell you what to do.”

“Like you?” she challenged.

“You know what I mean.”

She walked inside then grabbed her keys. She was wearing skinny jeans that were tighter than spandex and purple heels. Her hair was styled and big, and her face had more makeup than a clown. I miss
ed the fresh look she had before. This was too much.

Since she lost weight, her breasts were smaller. She moved down an entire cup. I loved her no matter what, but this was just unhealthy. But every time I objected to it, she ignored me.

“Aren’t you going to grab a jacket?” I asked.

“No. It’s hot.”

So she was going out in a bra? I knew better than to argue with her.

I took her hand and we left the building. She had a work party at a club and she asked me to go with her. I didn’
t want to go, but I wanted to at the same time. If there were any guys there, I wanted them to know I was her boyfriend and I existed. Since she worked so much, I had to exert my presence somehow. I didn’t want one of the models to steal her from me.

Guys cast glances at her on the street, but these looks were different. Lust burned bright in their eyes. I could actually see their perverted thoughts. When she dressed down and held herself in a classy way, men stared at her, but it was usually in awe and respect. Now she looked like a prostitute. I kept my mouth shut and controlled myself.

When we walked inside, it was crowded with people. Judging by the beautiful women, I knew this party was exclusive. It was full of models for the magazine. And judging the good-looking guys, they were models too. I forced myself not to be insecure and clung to Monnique.

She reached her girlfriends t
hen shrieked loudly. They kissed each other on the cheek like they were from France then complimented each other’s outfits. One girl wore shorts that were practically underwear and a top that put her breasts on display.

“Mon-Mon, you look hot,” she said.

Mon-Mon?
Monnique was too beautiful of a name not to be used.

Monnique smiled. “Thanks. You do, too.”

The other girls swarmed them and complimented each other. They were dressed just as slutty. Some of the girls were even skinnier than Monnique. They looked anorexic, unhealthy. I missed Monnique’s curves. She was perfect just the way she was.

I waited to be introduced, but it didn’t seem like it was coming. I extended my hand. “I’m Cortland, Monnique’s boyfriend.”

“Oh. Hi.” She shook my hand.

The other girls did the same. I complimented their appearance and returned my hand to Monnique’s waist.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” the girl with the tiny shorts said.

That pissed me off but I didn’t say anything.

“We’ve been together for a while, “Monnique explained.

That didn’t make me less pissed.

“Eww,” Short-Shorts said. “Who brought in the trash?”

A girl stood just a few feet away, clearly overweight. She was about thirty pounds heavier than she should be, and her hair was pulled back in a lazy bun. Her face was free of make up.

“Gross,” Monnique said. “Who would let that fatass in here?”

My eyes widened at her words. I’d never heard her be
mean to anyone. And she was being really catty.

“It’s called
Jenny Craig
,” Monnique said loudly.

Did she just say that?

The girl’s eyes darted to Monnique and her friends, and then her face started to tint. I could tell she heard everything she said.

“She definitely shouldn’t be drinking any alcohol tonight,” Short-Shorts said. “You don’t want that beer belly to get any bigger.”

That was just fucked up. Was this really my girlfriend right now?

The girl walked away and headed to the bathroom.

Monnique and her friend both laughed loudly.

I didn’t think there was anything funny about that.

Monnique turned to me. “Get us drinks.”

Get us drinks? Was I a servant now?
What happened to “baby” and “please”? I held my tongue and did as she asked. I’d wait for a better time to tell her off. I headed to the bar but it was crowded with people. When I looked back at Monnique, they were talking to a few guys. I was forgotten. There was a huge line for the bar so I decided to hit the bathroom. I need a moment to calm down before I exploded anyway.

When I reached the back of the building, I saw the girl leaning against the wall, tears streaming down her face. A man was talking to her, trying to calm her down.

“Just ignore them,” he said. “They are bitches.”

Her chest heaved. “But they are right…”

“No, they aren’t,” he said firmly. He was much thinner than she was, and judging by his good looks, he was a model himself. “I love you exactly as you are.”

She wiped her tears away. “I know I’m fat. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I like curvy women,” he said seriously. “If I wanted an anorexic girl like them, I’d just date a skeleton.”

A slight smile appeared on her lips even though her eyes were red.

I hated watching this conversation. Monnique ruined her entire evening just out of spite. I didn’t like it at all. I abandoned the bathroom and headed back to Monnique, unable to hold my tongue this time.

She was in the middle of a conversation but I cut her off. “That girl is crying by the bathroom.”

They all burst out laughing.

“Maybe she’ll burn some calories.” Monnique laughed at her own joke then sipped her drink. I didn’t know who brought it to her, but it wasn’t me.

A man wearing a tight shirt and jeans placed his arm over her shoulder. “Hey, costar.” He smirked at her like he knew her really well.

“Hey, you,” she said back.

My muscles clenched in irritation.

“You’re looking hot tonight,” he said, eyeing her body without any manners.

“Yes, she is.” I grabbed Monnique and pulled her to me. I stared him down, threatening to rip each limb off one by one.

The guy stilled when he watched me. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t know she had a man.”

“That seems to be a popular comment tonight,” I said bitterly. The comment was directed at Monnique.

When I jerked Monnique
away, she spilled some liquor down her shirt. “Cortland! Look what you did.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s like a drop.”

“Jerk,” she snapped.

Her friend glared at me then handed her a napkin.

Monnique patted it dry.

After that scene, all she cared about was her shirt? Seriously?

“My muse!” Shane came to the group and clapped his hands. “My sculpture, my art.”

Monnique completely changed her attitude. She smirked then spun around. “That’s me.”

He laughed then kissed her on each cheek. I was ignored, like always. “I have a very special gift for you, darling.”

“
Oooh. I like presents,” she said.

Everyone laughed at her comment like she was witty and smart.

Shane raised his hand in the air and pointed at two men against the wall. Two lights suddenly shined on the wall, showing a large purple curtain. “Take it away!” he yelled.

The curtains were pulled apart and three large portrai
ts were revealed. One look at them made me want to gag. Monnique was in every picture, but she was hardly dressed. She wore black lingerie, the skin of her stomach and her ass showing. Her hair was big and sex-crazed. She looked sexy, but cheap and dirty at the same time. But the worst part of the picture was the dude placing his hands all over her, barely dressed. I recognized him. He was the one who hooked his arm around her shoulders. The idea of them spending time together and him having no idea she had a boyfriend got under my skin. I looked at every picture, feeling the pain and acid burn in my stomach. My girl was depicted as a whore. I wasn’t old-fashioned. I knew our world had changed considerably, but I never expected my girlfriend, the girl I wanted to marry, to fall to such a low level. She wasn’t classy. She wasn’t pretty.

Monnique danced in the middle of the circle. “They are amazing, Shane.”

“We look good together.” The guy winked at her.

Was I invisible?

“You are definitely my hottest girl,” Shane said. “First the photographs, then the runway, and then who knows?”

She clapped her hands excitedly. “I can’t wait.”

The music swallowed me. I watched everyone move around the room, downing drinks and dancing. Everyone was beautiful and good-looking. They all clung to their equals, deeming themselves better than everyone else. The wounded girl still cried by the bathroom, and Monnique danced in the circle, already drunk. They all looked at her like she was the star of the evening, the most important person in the room. I stood in the corner, blending into the shadows.

I couldn’t take this anymore. I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to me. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?” She looked at me like I was crazy.

“Because I don’t belong here,” I said bitterly. “And neither do you.”

“What? I’m here with all my friends. I just got my first feature. And you’re making this all about yourself?” The venom was in her voice.

“I’m not making this about myself! I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“Whatever, Cortland. You want to go back to your apartment and hang out with the only friends you have, fine. But I’m going to live my life and actually do something with it.” She left me without looking back. She returned to the circle and acted like I didn’t exist.

I never left Monnique anywhere, but I left the building and walked out until I was outside. As soon as I inhaled the air of the city, the staleness and scent of beer, I felt a little better. I replayed all the images I just saw, and my hea
rt convulsed in pain. I never felt worse.

Instead of going home, I walked the streets of New York, going down roads I’d never been on before. I watched the couples walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand. Everyone seemed so happy besides me.

I wanted to run but I had nowhere to go. I wandered to Ryan’s shop and saw all the lights off. I stared at my reflection in the windows for a moment before I sat down and leaned against the wall. People passed me and eyed me on the ground. A few people threw change at me because they thought I was homeless. Sirens screamed through the streets as an ambulance passed me. I stayed where I was until the darkest part of the night had passed and the sun started to rise. For the first time, I didn’t check on Monnique to see if she was okay. I didn’t go by the apartment to see if she got there safely. I was too depressed to move from my place on the ground, on the grime pounded into the concrete from the passing of shoes. I felt lower than dirt, insignificant, worthless. I felt alone.