//if I had to live my life without you near me, the days would all be empty, the night will seem so long. With you I see forever Oh so clearly, I might have been in love before, but it never felt this strong...// George Benson.

Iverson made it through their apartment door all battered and bloody. No one would believe his shirt was once a
nice tee from H&M. It hung loosely around him now, like a piece of shredded rag, torn in an unrepairable manner from the side to it midsection, it boat neck had been extensively stretched during the struggle, it could pass for an ugly version of females bare shoulder top. He was a walking synonymous for royally screwed.

The white singlet he wore underneath didn't fare any better. It took the brute of the blood Pete spat on him and some of his that dripped down his broken nose before Jerome snapped it back to it rightful place for him.

The look in her eyes drove him to fight like a deranged animal and Pete was only half deserving of it.

He never claimed to be James Bond, so he wasn't going to lie now, Pete landed him a few good punches too. But none of it hurt quite as much as the look on Blue's face before she stormed out of that damn restaurant. That god forsaken place, twice he had taken his woman there, twice it had ended horribly and Jerome, the manager, in his rights to call the cops, chose to ban him instead. For the sake of their friendship, he said.

It didn't go without a fine though, for attacking a staff, breaking a few plates and damaging their fancy àss chairs. If he was joking Iverson didn't know but he had no intention of ever setting foot there again anyways.

His stomach was in a tight nerve clench as he made his way towards her room. During the lone car ride home, he had called himself every disgusting name he could think of, in preparation for this moment. She left without him, she was rightfully furious at him and he knew every single word that would be leaving her mouth will cut him deeper than a knife.

"You can't just come in here and do....that, you need to tell me what is going on." He heard Dan's voice coming from their shared room. Of course, it would make sense for her to immediately run to him. Iverson was a prîck to her, he should have told her from the very first time she met Derrick at Claire's party. But how?

'hey, I think I'm falling in love with you and though you hate me I'm gonna try to win you over. Just know that I once got drunk and slept with my best friend's girlfriend that also happened to be my ex' who was my girlfriend at the time, best friend. But don't fret, I'm a changed man now.'

Yeah, he was certain she would have told him where to shove it and never looked at him again.

"What did he do now?" He heard Daniel say again as he got closer, his tone a bit angry this time. "Leave his things and fúcking talk to me."

"I should never have let you talk me into letting him stay here. He brings me nothing but misery! Did you know that he is friends with Derrick? That they lived together?" Her frantic voice sounded from somewhere in the room, her tone was sharp and the anger in it was obvious, Iverson felt it like a tattoo gun against his skin.

Dan was standing at the entrance but turned around when he felt Iverson's presence, walking to meet him half way. He seemed surprisingly calm, not like he didn't know where Iverson lived before or why he moved but Iverson was still expecting him to hit the roof. His protectiveness and defensiveness of Blue was still something he was getting used to.

"She's crazy, she's packing your things." Daniel told him. "She said she want you to leave. What the hell happened?"

A loud clash rented the air before he could reply and they both rushed back to the room, entering just in time to see Blue smash his guitar against the wall a second time.

He literally saw red for a second. That guitar was his baby, his first true love, it's been through some desperately times with him. Been his solace in lonely times. He rushed up to yanked her hand back as she prepared for a third smash.

"Get your hands off me!" She screeched and trashed like a banshee, dropping the guitar so it crashed on the floor.

Iverson gripped her bicep tightly and jerked her roughly to stand before him, his jaw and gut painfully clenched. "Knock..it..off..now!" He seethed.

"Iverson." Daniel called in a low, cautious tone.

Iverson snapped his eyes at his direction, taking in the warning on his face before looking back into Blue's eyes that burned with...with hatred.

"I'm not going to hit her." He forced out of his teeth, even though all he could think about was strangling her pretty little neck.

"I've packed all your filthy things." She seethed back, he could practically see the steams coming out of her ears. She jerked her free hand toward his bed, where his small suitcase laid opened and his clothes, books and laptop all haphazardly in and around it.

"I want you gone, out of this house and out of my life!"

He only tighten his grip on her and gritted his teeth in response.

"Erh, excuse me," Daniel called in the background. "I believe this is my house and only I get to decide who leaves and who stays."

Blue broke their intense gaze to cut Daniel a look, even Iverson was surprised, he wasn't expecting him to have his back.

"So choose." She raised her chin defiantly at him. Iverson wanted to bury his face in her neck, press a kiss to his necklace that still adorned it.

"It's either he leaves or I leave!"

"No one have to leave, you're overrea...."

"Which is it going to be Daniel!" She demanded unyieldingly.

His heart faltered, barely recognising the she devil in front of him, but he knew he caused it. They were a happy couple only moments ago, until his past came to bite him in the àss.

He dropped her hand and took a step away. "I'll leave." He said, dropping his eyes on the obviously damaged guitar on the floor, debating if he should even bother picking it up.

He deserved this, he had always known that, that one mistake would haunt him for the rest of his life and as if the guilt that weighed him down whenever he saw Derrick or the fact that he can never look Jasmine in the eyes again wasn't already enough, he was losing the woman he loved too. His father was still taking from him, even in death.

He bent down to retrieve the splintered instrument, an accurate description of his heart and emotion at that very moment.

"Can I at least take a shower first?" He asked no one in particular, adding the guitar to the rough pile of his properties on the bed.

"No, you leave right this minute." Blue said, snapping her fingers at him like he was a worthless dog. He looked at her with one narrowed eyes.

"If he wants to take a shower then he's going to take a goddamn shower." Daniel said, his eyes equally narrowed at Blue. "You don't fool me Bella." He stalked towards her with an angry expression, Iverson turned to look at him with a frown, Daniel was confusing him today.

"This isn't about a stupid mistake he made in the past before you met again, this isn't about who he was friends with. This is your loophole! How badly were you waiting for him to fuck up so you won't have to carry the guilt of your own conspiracy?"

"That is not what this is about." She snapped, her hands on her hips, glaring at Daniel.

Iverson watched on from the sideline, the similarity between his soon to be former roommates hitting him for the first time. Their glaring and angry body stance was so identical, he could imagine how scarily alike they'll look if Blue was to get rid of her hair.

"No? It's just you letting your past ruin your present then?" Daniel was saying. "Sucking up a single fault you don't even know the full story, like an evil leech because you can't simply let the past fúcking go, you are just like your mother!"

Iverson tensed, he wasn't sure where he fitted into the equation anymore. Were they still talking about the situation at hand?

Blue practically shoved herself into Daniel's face, her own face red with anger.

"And what would you know about my mother or any mother at that, you clearly don't have one?"

"Same way you don't have a father?" Dan retorted, Iverson groaned, they were being ridiculous but still, he moved to stand protectively beside Blue.

"And with the way you are, I can't say I'm surprised. The apple doesn't really fall far from the tree."

"Damn Daniel, tell me more! How long have you been analysing me to conclude I'm going to end up without a man in my life like my mother? Because I've got facts for you, avoid alcohol all you want now but you're inevitably ending up in rehab, just like your father and I pity Cynthia, I know I'd rather much end up alone than with an addict!"

Words are eggs, the moment they drop, they shatter to iretrievable pieces. Blue realised that a little too late. She blanched, Daniel froze, Iverson held his breath.

The room became deadly quiet, you could hear the wild and unusual ticking of a clock somewhere or was that their individual heart beats?

Daniel nodded after a while, spurn around and head straight for the door.

"Daniel?" She called softly but he didn't stop walking, she broke into sobs as soon as he was out of the door. "This is all your fault." She told Iverson.

He took her hand and pulled her to his bed, sitting down away from his things, he drawled her between his legs and made her sit on his thigh. She was sadden and wracking with sobs to remember how mad she was at him.

"I'm sorry." He said, pressing his forehead to the side of her rib. It was all his fault yes. He had never seen her and Dan as much as disagreed before, he had always been jealous of how much they meant to each other but deep down, he admired it and now, because of him, their friendship was teetering. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I'm so sorry. Shhh, it's okay." He cooed for her to stop crying, rocking her the slightest. He pressed another kiss to her ear and she squirmed a little, next was her cheek, her jaw and the corner of her mouth.

Placing a finger under her chin, he turned her face to his and pressed a tentative chaste kiss on her lips, he pulled back to look into her eyes for a second before doing it again. Her lips were dry from all the shouting and yelling, he nipped playfully and moistened them with his tongue.

Gentle licking, gentle teasing, gentle probing. She didn't kiss him back but she didn't pull away either, he felt her subtly relaxing into him.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt until he found a little bare skin above her trouser waistband. He caressed with his thumb, drawing soothing circle. She relaxed some more and he was pleasantly surprised when she kissed him back.

She started out cautiously, reluctantly even, and he kept trying to maintain the simplicity on his end. Even when his body demanded more of her intoxicating taste. She'd always taste like sunshine and berries to him.

It was supposed to be a consoling kiss, a placating kiss, subtly pleading for her forgiveness. He didn't want to leave her, he didn't want to think of going a day without seeing her, touching her, kissing her or waking up next to her. She was his home.

She sooner took the control out of his hands when she suddenly straddled him, threw her hands around his neck and gave him no option but to deepen the kiss when she opened her mouth and granted him full access. Things instantly escalated from there, their kissing became hot and urgent.

Hands fisted in his hair as she began grinding on him as much as both their jeans would allow, his impossible hardness begged to be freed from it constraint but he knew she wasn't thinking, she was upset and he was too weak to stop. She was the sun to his ice. She melted him.

The need to feel more of each other's skin intensified and pieces of clothes started disappearing, she tore through what was left of his tee, his own little tigress, completing what Pete started.

Next was his disgusting singlet, which hit the floor together with her shirt. He should stop, they both knew there was 50% chances of Daniel walking back through that door, yet he greedily buried his face between her luscious breasts, licking and sucking, intent on leaving marks for his eyes only.

She scrambled off of him when his fingers found the clasp of her bra and he sighed with a little bit of disappointment, only to realised she was just shrugging out of her trouser. She came back to him completely naked and made him lay on his back as she fumbled with his belt.

"Are you sure, Blue?" He asked, even as he heaved himself up a bit to help her get rid of his trouser. Left in his boxers, his erection stood tall and proud and she palmed him.

"You are upset." He pointed out with a delighted shiver.

She straddled him again and brought him out without a word, he hissed in pleasure at her firm grip, keeping their eyes connected as she gently eased herself on him.

"Oh." She threw her head back with a content moan and he flexed his hips to give her all of him. Sweet torture, she rode him at her own slow pace, moaning out every time he filled her and he did, again and again. His hands doing their own sweet exploration of her soft, warm skin.

"Oh god...This..IS so..wronG." She gasped out.

"You feel so right." He said, flipping her over to take charge when he noticed she was getting tired. The sight of her on him was breathtaking, her perky breasts and flushed skin an even more arousing sight. But her underneath him was the vision of pure ecstacy, she was a sight he would always look for.

"I hate you...Oh Iverson." She cried, digging her nails into his back. She was climbing and he wasn't far behind.

"You don't." he gritted out, feeling her tighten around him, her hold became greedy, possessive and fierce and he wanted her to never let go. He felt her intricating her essence with something deep within him. She was becoming a part of him. If soul mates exist, he knew he had his in his arms already.

Her cries of pleasure were melodies for his ears as she reached and set him off with her tightness, his thrust getting deeper as he continuously spilled his seed in her.

She pushed him off of her before he had a chance to catch his breath, scrambling out of bed, she grabbed the first few fabrics her hands could find to pointlessly shield her nakedness from his eyes, the hatred back to burning in hers. Iverson winced like he'd just being slapped.

"I hope you had your fill and I hope it's something you can brag to Derrick about because this," she pointed between him and her.

"Is a mistake that will never happen again. I'll see you in ten days for the shoot and then never again." She finished and squirrel away before he could put in a word.

Iverson slumped back on the bed dejectedly, his mind flashing back to over a year ago.

Despite his sad relationship with his father, the man's death still dealt him a heavy blow. He was in a dark grieving place, mourning the kind of father he wanted and the loss of the one he was given. Thinking about what could have been and what never would.

He took comfort in alcohol, the root of all his problem today.

On one of his many visit to the bar, he met a man he had something in common with and they bounded over shots of tequila.

Nolan had recently lost his wife to breast cancer, along with all his life savings including his daughter's college tuition fees. He was freshly homeless whilst Iverson just acquired a duplex with his father's death.

He didn't need the house, not only was it three hours away from school but he was content living with Derrick, Jasmine and a couple other friends like he'd done since freshmen.

He easily offered Nolan and his daughter a place to stay, if for nothing else but to spite his late father. He had always wanted his love, his approval, his praises. Not a goddamn house.

Valeria was Nolan's daughter and she was the one he picked his phone to call now that he was in need of where to stay too.

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