I Really Need A I Asked U To Wait For Me But When I Came Back U Were Already With Someone Else Do U Love

i really need a “i asked u to wait for me but when i came back u were already with someone else… do u love them? do they touch u like me?” plot im begging

actual genuine dread sets in , something vegas doesn't experience often . not caring about anyone else is second nature to her , she is her only priority but when gabriel speaks her heart sinks and guilt washes over her like never before . because she cares for him , dare she say loves him and the thought of losing him makes her want to itch her skin until its bloody and raw . she fucking hates it . not being in control , it makes her feel helpless . lost. ‘ i didn't mean it like that . . . ’ gabriel was better than her ex in every way it's why she chose him in the first place but maybe now wasn't the best time to bring that up . she nods at his question stepping closer to him . ' yea , it worked ⸻ weeks ago , but he doesn't matter to me anymore ... i don't care about him . ’ pleading eyes stare into his soul , hand reaching for his . ‘ can you forgive me ? ’

It   wasn't   new   for   Gabriel   to   be   used   for   his   last   name   or   his   money.   But   it   was   new   to   be   used   just   to   make   another   person   jealous.   He   was   angry   and   disappointed,   but   not   surprised.   His   blue   eyes   sparkled   meaningfully   without   him   making   a   sound.   "A   compliment?   Really?"   He   asked,   overwhelmed,   unsure   if   he   had   heard   her   right.   The   undertone   in   his   voice   was   bitter.   "Vegas,   I   go   on   dates   with   random   people   for   money,   do   I   look   like   I   mind   doing   the   same   for   you?"   No.   On   the   contrary,   he   had   almost   completely   given   up   his   escort   job   for   her.   What   an   idiot   he   had   been.   "So   did   it   work   at   least?   Does   your   ex   want   you   back?"

jaw clenches a little too hard , charity's words cutting deeper than expected . but he doesn't back down . eyes , dark with frustration , lock onto hers , searching for something beneath the sarcasm — anything that isn't the cold distance she keeps trying to put between them . ‘ a gold medal ? ’ he echoes , brows arched and eyes narrowed incredulously , voice low , tinged with hurt . ‘ no , charity . i don’t want a gold fucking medal . ’ steps closer ‘ i want you to stop running . stop pushing me the hell away . ’ deep breath centres him . and he allows his gaze to soften , letting his frustration morph into something more vulnerable this time . ‘ i get it , okay .. walking away is easier . but not everything’s gonna break you if you let it in . ’ he's been there , learned that lesson the worst possible way . the weight of her words still hanging in the air between them . ‘ and i'm not here because i don't know how to let go . . . i'm here because i don’t want to . ’

continued from here — @assidvous .

her  steps  come  to  a  halt  before  allowing  herself  to  finally  face  him.  there's  a  biting  remark  at  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  but  how  can  she  say  it  when  charity  knows  it's  true.  all  she's  ever  been  good  at  is  walking  away.  walking  away  from  her  problems,  from  getting  to  close  to  her  and  as  much  as  she  wishes  this  could  be  different..  it  isn’t.  " and  what  do  you  want,  kellan?  a  gold  medal? "  she  sarcastically  remarks,  "  i  already  told  you  that  i  don’t  want  to  do  this  anymore.  why  can’t  you  just  let  it  go? "

‘ yeah , i heard you the first time . ’ and had it been any other situation he would have let it go but he wasn't as inclined to listen this time , not when he was this deep . ‘ but walking away isn't as easy for me as it seems to be for you . ’

"i told you to leave me alone."

laughter bubbles up at the back of her throat , mouth quirking in a half - smile , and she briefly lets her gaze fall on dimitri . ‘ what's wrong , big guy ? club scene not really your thing ? ’ dulcet tone is teasing , knowing damn well there isn't another reason other than obligation that he would set foot here , each square inch of the place the complete antithesis of who he is. ‘ maybe they'll wanna go to the library next .... ample opportunity for dry humping there y'know . ’ sarcasm tinges her words , soft laughter finally falling from her lips and a smirk follows not too soon after . though , there's no point in denying that rose would rather be out there too , carefree and drunk on the dance floor with the man she loves making a complete spectacle of herself . ‘ soon , don't worry . lissa's wearing her uncomfortable shoes again , i'll give them another ten minutes , maybe less . . . ’ reprieve is offered as she checks her watch , noting the time to see if she'll be right .

closed for @assidvous | accepting

they weren't off the clock but when really were they ? he's sipping an almost luke warm beer as he watches christian and lissa dance in circles , leaning back against the bar . " when do you think they'll get bored and want to run off elsewhere ? " it was the first word he's spoken in some time , too intent on people watching and give the illusion that the two royals had some form of privacy .

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