March 2019

After saying a quick goodbye to Peter, I jumped in the nearest taxi. After telling the driver my address, I slumped back in the cold leather seat and tried to wrap my mind around what'd gone on tonight. I knew what I'd said to Hayden was wrong, and it'd been out of pure spite, but the thought of having to watch Brittany and him all over each other again made my stomach churn.

Sending Ricky a quick text I placed my head on the cold glass I closed my eyes and tried to formulate a game plan.

To: Ricky

From: Lucia

Gone home. Keep Hayden their as long as you can

I need to be on my own for a while x

Unlocking the front door, I threw my heels in the hall and made a B-line for my room if shit was going to hit the fan I wanted to be wearing something a little comfier. I knew the text id sent Ricky would've been redundant if Hayden wanted to leave and come after me he would, and there wasn't another human on this planet that could stop him. I felt selfish for leaving Peter in that situation. My only hope was that Hayden didn't see him and me together. Maybe he wouldn't come after me? Perhaps Hayden was content with Brittany and didn't feel the need for me anymore, and then it hit me. What if that'd been the reason why he hadn't text me back earlier, because he was too busy with her.

The thought made my heart sink; I knew having a pity party wasn't productive, but for once I just wanted someone to love me, I was tired of being second best, and everyone's go-to when they didn't have anyone else.

Putting on my dressing gown, I made my way to the kitchen. It was odd being in the house on my own. I'd gotten so used to Hayden's presence that not having him here felt odd. I checked my phone, and I was relieved to see that I had no new messages or missed calls, so hopefully Hayden hadn't started an all-out brawl in the club. After making myself a cup of tea and pulling a bag of salted popcorn out the cupboard, I settled down to watch some late-night TV.

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was that my front door had been thrown open, the massive bang from the wood hitting the hallway wall caused me to jump. Either I was getting burgled, or storm Hayden had just blown in, and I wasn't sure which one id rather have to deal with.

"Where the fuck is he, Luce?" Came Hayden's voice from the hallway, fuck he was angry, but he sounded sober and sober. Hayden was much easier to calm down. I couldn't be bothered to move, I wasn't going to run to him and beg for him to calm down. If he wanted to act like an angry toddler and throw a fit id let him. Suddenly the door to the living room swung open, bouncing off the wall as the front door had done only a few minutes ago. "Do you mind not manhandling my doors, you're going to chip the paint." I sighed.

"Fuck the paint." He hissed, "where are you hiding him, Luce? You made it pretty clear that you wanted me out the house for your random little hookup, so where is he?"

"Peter isn't anywhere Hayden." I replied calmly, "I left on my own, not that its anything to do with you. Did you come here to shout at me because if you have you've done a pretty good job so you can go now, I'm sure you don't want to keep Brittany waiting."

A confused look washed over Hayden's face as we stared at each other. "Why would Brittany be waiting?" He asked

"Don't play dumb with me Hayden; you were practically eye-fucking each other. Now if you don't mind moving a few paces to your left, you're blocking the tv."

My comment was met with nothing but a stare that could plunge the world back into the ice age. I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was, but deep down, I felt the same when I saw Brittany and him together back at the club. It was such a pot calling the kettle black scenario, we were both acting like little kids, but the tension between us had been so thick lately, this was all of it finally boiling over and exploding, instead of us sitting down like adults and talking about how we felt.

"Hayden, you'd make a lovely door but a seriously shit window. Now move out the way of the TV or I'm just going to go to bed. I'm tired, and I really can't be bothered to do this with you tonight, maybe you should go and stay with Brittany tonight."

"What is your problem with Brittany? We were catching up, that's all, you're acting like a jealous girlfriend." To say it stung to hear Hayden make that type of comment towards me would be the understatement of the century, I felt the tears in my eyes threaten to spill, but I didn't dare let them fall. "Brittany is a class A money-grabbing bitch, Hayden. She was like it when we were younger, and she's still like it now. Oh, and have you forgotten what an utter psychopath she was when you dumped her? She slashed your tires, and you had to get your mobile number changed twice. Does the list need to go on or do you get the point I'm trying to make here?"

We stared at each other for a while; the tension in the room was electric. "What about Peter?" Hayden spat, "you two looked pretty cosy." Without saying a word, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I'd had enough, I was tired and upset and just wanted to forget this night had ever happened. Before I even made it through the kitchen door, I was span round and pinned against the living room wall.

I looked up and was met with Hayden's deep brown eyes staring back at me, fuck he was angry but holy shit this was hot. I screamed at myself internally to control my breathing because right now, I felt like I was panting like a deranged dog. Before I could open my mouth, Hayden's lips came crashing down on mine. It took a moment for me to realise what was happening. Holy fuck, Hayden was kissing me.

Suddenly my feet were no longer on the floor, Hayden had picked me up, and my legs instantly locked around his waist. Hayden trailed a line of kisses down my neck and along my collar bone, a small moan left my lips before I could stop it, but I didn't care. My whole body was on fire, and I was grateful that under my dressing gown I had on my favourite Victoria's Secret bra and underwear.

"Hayden, take me upstairs." My voice was breathy and needy if I hadn't been the one to say it, I wouldn't have even recognised my voice. I didn't have to ask Hayden twice. Before I had a chance to register what was going on, I was thrown over his shoulder, and Hayden was making his way up the stairs. Lust is a strange emotion, one minute you can be at someone's throat and the next you're tearing each other's clothes off.

The door to my room had been kicked open, and I was not so gracefully placed on my bed. Thankfully my bedside lamp was still on, creating an orange glow across the room. Somewhere between the living room and the bedroom my dressing gown had come undone, I looked down and realised I was led out on the bed with the gown now covering only my shoulders. I looked up at Hayden, and he looked as if he were ready to combust, I could see it in his eyes that he was having an internal battle with himself. It was the same battle I'd been fighting ever since he'd moved in and tonight we were finally going to lose it.

"What are you waiting for?" I whispered. Who knew five simple words were enough to set off such a reaction. Hayden stalked across the room towards me and climbed onto the bed, his body pinning me to the mattress. "You're so fucking beautiful." Hayden murmured as he placed small kisses across my neck and along my chest. My back arched off the bed as he continued his assault on the exposed skin around my neck. Every nip, kiss and suck sent shockwaves off pleasure through me it was utterly euphoric.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Hayden murmured, his eyes had gone from a beautiful mahogany brown to a colour that rivalled black. We both wanted this, Hayden knew it, and I knew it, but he still needed that reassurance, because once this happened, there was no going back things between us would never be the same again. I nodded, "I'm sure. I've never been so sure of something in my whole life." That was all the reassurance he needed as Hayden pulled his top over his head, my mouth watered at his perfectly sculpted body. The man was indeed a masterpiece and tonight he was all mine. It didn't take us long to shed the minimal clothing that we were both wearing.

I had no idea how incredible sex could be until now, my whole body felt alive, and I never wanted it to end. For the first time in a long time, I felt complete, as if all the missing pieces had finally aligned, I felt like myself again, and it was pure bliss. I'd waited my whole life for this moment, and it was everything I'd ever dreamt off. It was as if Hayden knew what I wanted and needed; he knew my body better than anyone; he knew what to do to set every nerve ending I had alight. My nails dug into his back as the thrusts became slower and less needy; we were both in our bubble of pure pleasure.

We'd been at it for hours, neither of us wanting the moment to end and not wanting to stop until our last drop of energy was spent. It was around 4 a.m. when I threw the towel in; I could barely keep my eyes open. Rolling the both of us over Hayden wrapped me up in his arms and nuzzled his face into my neck. "You have no idea how long I waited for that." He murmured.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." I giggled sleepily.

There was a moment of silence between us, "I love you, Luce." I couldn't be sure if I'd heard it or my sleep-deprived mind had conjured it up, but I didn't care because right now all I needed in the world was Hayden and for the first time in a long time everything was perfect.

"I love you too, Hayden."