This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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EMERY.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, walking back into the main room. All I am in is a bra and panties and we both made sure to take off our clothes before making them too dirty. I have to wear these home! I used the sheets, sorry hotel, to wipe myself off before putting my panties back on. I can tell Cole was okay with it because when I got up to go to the bathroom, his eyes were on my ass. I huff at the memory and open the miniature fridge beside the big TV. Cole is currently on the phone with someone. I don't know who. "We should go out to eat instead. This place has no good shit." I mumble.
I look over at Cole, "okay, I'll tell her. Again, I'm very sorry." I furrow my eyebrows, feeling my heart drop at the sound of his words. Who the fuck is he talking to? Tell me what? Fuck, Emery calm your shit. He might not be talking about you.
I watch him closely as he hits the end call button and throws the phone onto the nightstand. "Your mom called." I feel my blood boil over at his words. Why the fuck would he answer my phone?!
"Why the fuck did you answer? That's my phone!" I say, walking over to the side of the bed.
"It rang five times!"
"Yeah, so you ask if you can answer!" I shout, snatching my phone from the nightstand. "What if it was Chris, huh? You want to get me in more deep shit?"
"I'm sorry, alright! Do you want to know what your mom said?" He questions gently, not wanting to start a fight. Fuck this. I don't trust him near my phone anymore.
"This is not something you can get away with, Cole!" I say harshly. "Just because we fucked doesn't mean you can go and meddle in my shit!"
"I didn't fucking meddle in anything! It rang five times!" He shouts back.
"That's what meddling is! You can't interfere into my life." I repeat, shaking my head as I roll my eyes. This is what I was afraid of. I knew he was going to get too comfortable and treat me like fucking property that he can do whatever he wants with. I have my own personal shit and he doesn't even know half of it! "This was just fun, that's all it was. I have no room for you in my fucked up life." I say quieter and I see him furrow his eyebrows. Just like I suspected. He does have feelings for me.
It takes him a minute to respond and I can practically hear his thoughts as he's trying to think up a way to hurt me. Oh, ho-hum. He wanted to be more than fuck-buddies. Not everyone gets what they fucking want in life! "you don't date and I don't fuck single, so I hope you enjoyed it because this is the last time I'm fucking doing this." He seethes, flinging the sheets off of him and pulling his jeans onto his body. I keep my scowl on my face despite the small sting that spreads through my heart. Does that mean no friendship either?
"Where do you plan on going then, Cole? How are you going to get home?" I ask with an annoyed tone even though I feel my heart clench at the thought of him leaving.
