• Troublesome • Rhett x Reader •

• Chapter Nineteen •

Sorry it's been a while. I have had zero motivation to write. My bf who I've been living with for the past 2 years left and this is the first time all alone :) and immediately after I caught the flu :)  so yeah i gotta suck it up and pick up the dang pace lol im a bad wattpad mama

Nicole lays a few feet away from me on the opposite side of her bed, hugging her body pillow. Crumpled up tear and snot-soaked tissues surround us. I lean over the bed and start carefully moving sheets around to find my phone, which is carelessly tucked under the pillow I used. After sliding it open, I see that it's noon. And, upon farther inspection, I see that I have a single missed call around 7 AM from Rhett. No voicemail. No text. Possibly a butt-dial. I step out of the bedroom and into their living room, finding it empty. Thank God. I dial his number and await a "Hello?" from the other line.

But, nothing. It kept ringing and ringing until i just hit the end button.

"Damn it..." I frown. "What the hell is wrong with me..."

"Huh?" I hear Nicky step out of the room and I instinctively pull the phone away from my ear. "Who was that?"

"Uh, my... Doctor."

"Oh. What for?"

"Um.... IBS?"

"OH." She changes the subject as I was aiming for. "So, do you want breakfast?"

"Nah, I'm not feeling great. I'm gonna go home."

'Oh... Well..." She lingers in the entryway to the kitchen for a moment. "Thanks for sleeping over. I mean it. And i love ya, (y/n)."

"Love ya too, boo." I step out of the front door into the morning sunlight and I feel a nice breeze flow around me. So, I guess now it's time to go home and eat all of my cheap snacks and binge cheesy sitcoms.

That is, in all of its simplicity, all that happened. I ate junk until I felt sick, and crashed on the couch with half of a swiss roll melting between my arm and my armpit.

My eyes bolt wide open. How long was I out for? I stare blankly at my ceiling, allowing my eyes to wander. Suddenly coming to the realization that I'm not on the couch anymore, confusion sets over my mind.

I find myself stumbling into the dim hallway, rubbing sleep from my eyes. My large shirt hangs over my thighs and hides my underwear. The floor creaks under my feet, with every foot step.

But something catches my attention. As I stop in my tracks, despite my lack of movement, I hear another creak resonating from behind me. Its quiet, so quiet that it could easily be a figment of my imagination. Too many late nights watching sci-fi.

It's a simple solution that disintegrates into nothing the second I feel warm breath brush the back of my neck.

"Holy s-"

A large hand finds it's way around my face and clasps over my mouth, muffling my cries.

"Shhh." A harsh whisper. So sharp it stabs deep into my ear, causing me to flinch.

Before I can react, I am spun around in place and the touch of a tall body pins me to the wall, picture frames digging into my scalp. Ignoring every instinct that my body is overloading into my brain, I force my eyes wide open and onto my attacker's.

Attacker....

Rhett's eyes, above me. Devious, frenzied. And desperate. His hand leaves my lips, and I reflexively suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs to the brim with the thin air.

A kiss, deep, and familiar is planted on me. I begin struggling through the intense shock, but he does not cut my poor little body any slack, lifting me up and propping me up with his pelvis.

I break the kiss, taking in more breaths.

"Rhett, wait... How did you..."

Moist kisses trail up the bit of chest the collar of my shirt exposes, all the way up my neck and to the tip of my chin. The feeling of his hardness against me is too much to handle.

"Please... Stop. I'm not..." I muster up. And he stops.

No, he doesn't. Everything's just gone. I feel a different pressure on my back, and not the wall.

I open my eyes to see that I'm still on the sofa, my back sinking deeper into the cushions and undoubtedly leaving an indent.

"A dream." I mutter breathlessly. I haven't had one of those in a while.

Attempting to sit up, I feel a mass squish between my arm and torso. Swiss roll.

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Sitting on the edge of the tub, I hold my shaky hand under the weak stream of lukewarm water spilling from the tap. I try to shake the image of Rhett from my mind, but the sensation of him between my legs continues to haunt me. The vivid feeling of his facial hairs tickling my mouth, scratching against the sensitive skin of my neck... Shivers are sent down my spine.

Once the tub is full with hot water, I strip and ease in, settling my head against the cool tile of the wall. My eyelids flutter shut, and what should be nothing but darkness is him. Again. And again. I'd say it's a plesant thought, like any other woman would, I'm sure. But when I can't think abouy anything else... When it feels out of my control, that I do not like.

Being used to switching these feelings off should mean that I'm desensitized, but obviously that's no longer the case, and it fucking scares me.

I use my washcloth to scrub around my body before wiping the melted chocolate from my arm. My eyes tingle from the facial exfoliator I massage on my cheeks. Tears begin freely streaming from the corners of my eyes, and despite the facemask, I know that's not what's causing this.

My phone rings from upstairs. The only reason I even manage to hear it is because my bedroom is directly above the bathroom. As much as I love late night baths, it's difficult to navigate my house in the dark while my feet are slippery. You can imagine what I looked like as I book it to my phone.

The idea of it being Rhett makes my stomach do cartwheels, so I'm not entirely sure as to why in racing upstairs wet and butt-ass naked just in case it is him.

And I'm not entirely sure why I'm disappointed when it's not.

It's, of course,  Nicky. I answer reluctantly.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm just calling to let you know that asshole is moving out tonight."

I hear him hiss something at her in the background.

"That's awesome!" I'm sure to say it loud enough for him to hopefully hear just how excited I am that his ass is grass.

"Right. I'm thinking about throwing a little party tomorrow with some of my friends. If I do, do you wanna tag along?"

"Hm," I think about my empty house. "Sure thing. I'll bring some snacks."

"Sweet. I'll call you tomorrow morning." She concludes before ending our call.

I towel off, climb into bed, and switch off my bedside light.

Right before I go to sleep, I shoot him a text.

I'm sorry if I did something wrong.