That was a short break haha. I'm too attached to this story to put it to rest and patiently watch the show, so forget about the last announcement. I'll figure it out somehow. ;D

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'Then you're my whore at most.'

Alex could barely believe that he had really told her that. Not so long ago he had been incredibly sweet, when she had gone through that flashback while blowing him and now he was calling her a whore himself? She however wouldn't show him how much his words hurt her. 

Quietly, she dressed herself again. The thought that this had probably been the last time they'd done it while it had ended like this, gave her a bitter taste. But this was the way things were. If he was done with her, it was over. It was simple as that.

She wasn't going to jeopardize her patch for him. It was probably better to quit it anyway – the fun was over. It was better if she focused on her mission again; there had been too much times that he had almost ruined it for her. 

That night however she kept feeling restless. Staring at the ceiling she tried to ignore the nagging pain in her stomach. It would go away. 

. . .

But it didn't go away. In the days that followed they didn't speak to each other. In silence she worked in the garage while the loneliness started to set in. She preferred to leave the clubhouse early; she however had noticed that Mila and Kozik were getting ,along a little too well, making her feel unwelcome in her own apartment. At the moment she was standing behind the bar, pouring drinks, her eyes continuously wandering to Juice. She hated it, for she knew what he planned to do tonight. Kiss other chicks. 

And not only kissing them, she noticed a couple of hours later. He was enjoying his freedom really well; she was forced to watch a croweater give him a lapdance and saw them end up on the pool table not much later, showing her more bare skin than she wanted to see. She buried her pain deeply. This was her choice. She didn't want to be a couple in public and he didn't want to be a couple in secrecy. There were no other options. 

After rinsing off the glasses, she poured herself a whiskey. She talked to no one, feeling lonelier than ever. It felt like her relationship with all her brothers was connected to Juice. The fact that there were three Nomads hanging around since this afternoon, wasn't very helpful either. She didn't know them and it called up her old fear to be exposed. 

That it was no unfounded fear, was proven when one of them wrapped an arm around her. A shock traveled through her body because of the sudden touch and she turned her head to the side. 

"Didn't know they let chicks prospect too."

Alex felt all the color being drained from her face. With wide eyes she stared at him. Was he joking – or did he really see through her disguise? She didn't know him, the only thing she had discovered was that they called him Frankie. 

"Only when they can shoot as good as I can," she answered, feigning a smirk and assuming that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. 

"Or if you can give a good blow." He winked. "Juice said you were good."

What?! Her stomach cringed, her jaw dropped. 

"So? You gonna show me? I bet mine's bigger than his."

"No thanks." Her eyes wandered off to Juice while all her muscles tensed. What an asshole. She left Frankie behind with his fantasies, rushed to the pool table and grabbed Juice's collar, who was nose deep in some cleavage. Angrily, she pulled him off the table. 

"The fuck?" he grunted when he hit the ground. The moment he looked up and saw her, a smirk crossed his lips. "What do you want baby? You wanna be the one I'm gonna bang on that table? We're gonna play the jealous ex now?"

"If you don't want me to jam a cue in your throat you better come with me," she grumbled. 

He got up, rubbing his back. "Now that ain't driving me very wild. If I have to choose between listening to your bullshit and playing with the nipple ring of that lady over there that isn't a very difficult choice." He licked his bottom lip. 

Her eyes followed his tongue – and despite the anger she was feeling, there were also tingles in her spine. Leaning into him, she whispered: "But if you come with, I'm gonna play with you." This time, it was her tongue slipping across the ring in her lip. 

Juice's eyes shot from the croweater who was lying on the table like some model, to her. 

Yeah, he'd be crazy if he chooses me over her. 

He however nodded to the back, to the dorm rooms. 

Alex wondered if he really believed he was getting laid. 

But apparently he did – she had barely closed the door of his bedroom when he started to unbutton his pants. Leaning against the door, she looked dismissively at him. "You really think I'm gonna suck you? Oh well – maybe I should... and stop right before you cum. If there hadn't been a dozen whores around to finish the job, I might have done that."

"Oh no baby, don't worry. I'm just going to beat off while you're gonna rant; having a little bit of benefit from you're psychotic moods." His hand slipped into his pants. "Maybe your anger is gonna make me horny. You know, just like when I'm turning you on when I'm mad. You know you could just have asked me to talk, right? Instead of throwing me on the ground?"

Shrugging, she watched how he lowered his pants and started to masturbate. Somewhere deep inside she had to admit that his cocky and indifferent attitude was turning her on. 

Hell, why not. We're a twisted couple anyway. 

Unbuttoning her pants, she slipped her hand into her boxers and started to stimulate herself. "You think you're scaring me off with that?" she huffed. Lowering her pants and boxers, she played with herself, showing him a smug smirk when his eyes were drawn to her hand. 

In turn, she watched him as well as he took his hard cock out of his boxers. Her breathing sped up as she thought back to the last time they'd had sex; how rough he had been, how his hand had glided across her throat and how he had squeezed. For the first time he had been the dominant one – and she'd loved it. Leaning with her shoulders against the door, she listened to the echoes of their moans. Tinglings gathered in her legs. He had also a hard time to stand straight, and in the end he sat down on the end of his bed. 

She could no longer hold back. She climbed on his lap and grinded her waist against his. Grunting, he pushed himself inside her. Panting, his lips found hers while his hands slipped underneath her shirt. Moaning into each other's mouths and clawing in each other hair, they came right after each other. A little confused she leaned against him. The moment her breathing had normalized, she climbed off him and dressed herself. 

"Guess you're my whore too."

He didn't answer.

For a brief moment they might have hoped that their problems were magically solved, but they weren't. 

"You're gonna do this every time I'm touching other girls? You really think no one will notice?"

"Do whatever you want with 'em," she huffed. "I know I'm the one you're thinking of. That wasn't the reason why I'm mad." She buttoned her pants. "Stop telling everyone that I'm good in sucking dicks. Maybe I'm your whore, but I'm not everyone's whore."

He frowned. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"Frankie came to me, asked me if girls were prospecting too now, and then he said you'd told him that I give good blows."

With a sigh, he stood up and pulled up his boxers. "I never said that. He's just messing with you."

Suspiciously, she looked at him. He came to stand in front of her. For a moment she thought that he was going to hold her hands, in the end his arms just hung down. "I'm angry, I'm frustrated. But I still love you and I know how important that patch is for you. I would never claim that you try to get your top rocker by blowing us. To be honest, I hate the idea that they all think that I like having men around my dick so I'm definitely not going to brag about it." He held her glance. "But yeah, they're talking about us – they've drawn their conclusions anyway and you're an easy target. Especially as long as you're getting upset about it and try to deny it. I think it will only help you if they believe that you're in a relationship with me."

"I don't think they give a shit about me having a relationship or not."

"Then why hiding it?" The agitated, mocking glance left his eyes, leaving behind his vulnerability. 

Alex sighed. 

Then she turned around and walked away without saying anything. 

Right now, she knew no answer to that question.