The Actress And The Beast (Post Malone story - completed)

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I got my way, I normally do. When we eventually got in the shower I dropped to my knees and gave him his birthday blow. He was that tired the second his body hit the bed he was out cold. I slid into the bed beside him our backs to eachother. Literally seconds went by after me shutting the lamp off and he rolled over pulling me by the waist to his chest. I fell asleep snuggled up in his arms.

It was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time

I awoke to room service arriving. I rubbed the sleep out if my eyes and pulled the soft comforter up to my armpits covering my naked body

"I know every inch of your body, why are you covering up?" He leans down tilting my chin up to give me a simple kiss

"Because I don't want to get crumbs in the bed" I ruffle his messy bedhead

He puts the tray on my knee while he climbs in. We sit chatting while we eat. Talking about his birthday and all the presents he got.

"Your a spoilt boy" I tease

"You spoilt me the most, you didn't need to buy me anything" he kisses me on the cheek.

"I couldn't come to your party empty handed" he takes the tray off my lap pulling me down against his body, I automatically tangle my hand in his curly hair

"You made my birthday very special this year" he pulls me in for a kiss

"I did try" he runs his hand up and down my side. My phone chimes on the bedside table. He reaches for it handing it over.

"Anything interesting?" He kisses the crook of my neck

"Tana sent me a article about me and you dating. Just because I'm at your house doesn't mean we are dating" I huff

"Would it be that bad if they thought we where dating?" He pulls away from me

"I thought we agreed to take things slow and go with the flow" I sigh

"We have been going with the flow and correct me if I'm wrong but you have been enjoying the flow alot" he's getting defensive.

"Austin I've not long come out if a relationship"

"Don't give me that bullshit, you've been split for months now. He moved on why can't you? Or is it just me? You don't want to move on with me?" He sits up backing away from me

"No, it's not that I just don't want to be Post Malone's girlfriend" I chew my lip

"Well it kinda is about me then because I'm Post Malone" he scoots out of the bed quickly pulling on his sweatpants
"I really thought you where different, I actually thought I loved you but it's not real is it?" He pulls on his t-shirt and hoodie a tear falling down his cheek

"Austin please don't go" I reach out to him, he just brushes me off

"Why will it change anything?" He looks for an answer on my face
"I didn't think so" and with that he puts his crocs on and leaves. I sit on the bed feeling empty. He loves me...Have I just fucked everything up?

Austin's POV

After showering together and fucking again in there we crawled into bed to sleep. I pulled her against my chest and she snuggles down and falls asleep. This felt right, I didnt want this to end.

I woke up before her, she was still snuggled against my chest snoring softly. She looked beautiful and peaceful, like an angel. I carefully untangled myself from her and ordered room service. She woke as it was delivered. Her hair dishevelled from her sleeping she stretched and rubbed her face. I've never woken up this happy before. She wiggles in her seat as I bring over the tray, her food dance. It never get old, it's super cute. I crawl in next to her and we eat our first breakfast together.

Things escalated quickly after that. It went from me not being able to keep my hands off her to her basically telling me this was never going progress. She just wanted to fuck me untill she found someone else that was good enough for her to date. I'm obviously not good enough her. My heart shattered. She talks shit saying she not ready to move on... she just doesn't want to me like that. Its that simple. I needed to get out of there.

She was worse than every other girl I'd let get close. I actually thought we could be happy. Obviously not

I called Tyla to pick me up. I couldn't be arsed with my team right now.

"I need to go and get fucked up" I said as I sat down

"That bad" he sighs

"She doesn't want to date Post Malone" I look out the window trying to straighten out my thoughts

"Oh shit, you told you how you feel?" He blows air threw his lips
"So what does she want?"

"She just wants to fuck Post Malone. Just another hoe wanting to jump on my dick. Thought she was different" I grit my teeth
"I need clothes but I'm not going home my parents are there, they will just ask me 20 questions about her and where I disappeared to, take me shopping I'd rather be distracted by fans than this shit" I shoot a couple texts setting up for the day. We where going to be the rager boys tonight. The drugs where getting arranged as we spoke and I'd booked out a strip club for the night. Get a professional lapdance to erase the last one.

I needed to numb this feeling. Numb the fact that I'd fell in love with another bitch that just stabbed me in the back.