Taken For Granted

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It's slowly becoming normal. I'll wake up to find the spot next to me empty and cold.

We're not like we used to be. We were such a happy couple, but one day at a time he began to drift away from me. First it started with 'I'm staying at work late.', than it went to 'Me and the boys are going out to get a drink.', now he simply just doesn't come home.

It's a sad case, but I'm starting not to care. He once treated me like I was a queen, like I was his everything, like I was the love of his life. Now he only sees me as 'the girl that he purposed to'.

It hurts to know the one person you love doesn't even appreciate you. Only times I'm ever appreciated by him is when his dick is in me, that's when he'll say how much he loves me and all that other bullshit. Other than that he rarely ever speaks to me. Last time we spoke was yesterday morning, but the last time I saw him was last night when he left.

I'm being taken for granted and I hate it, I want to hate him. I hate that as much as I want to hate him, I can't. I love him too much to hate him.

My body wants to hate him so badly, but my heart just won't allow it. He fought the army that protected my heart, he weakened them with his love, but now he's just left them broken. He was supposed to guard my heart, but he left it unguarded, unprotected, and weak. I had to learn slowly how to depend on him less and now I believe I'm turning cold hearted. I won't allow him or anyone else to weaken my heart the way he did. He thinks he's got me wrapped around his finger still, but he'll see who's wrapped around who's finger.

I grabbed the remote to open the blinds. The sun light flooded throughout the room as the blinds slowly drift apart. I turned on the television. Channel 5 news flashed on the large flat screen.

I open the double doors that lead into the large silver and black bathroom. I slide open the shower door and turn on the steamer.

I peeled off my night gown and tossed it into the hamper before I stepped foot into the glass shower. Jets of water hit my skin relaxing me, I tap the screen that is placed on the shower wall. I look through the songs, but I stop at the song I feel explains me the most.

Wicked Games by The Weeknd flows throughout the entire bathroom.

I close my eyes and run my hands through my dark brunette hair.

I left my girl back home, I don't love her no more

And she'll never fucking no that, these fucking eyes that I'm staring at

Warm arms wrap themselves around me. He always comes home before work.

"I missed you baby." He leaves a soft kiss on my shoulder.

And that's my mother fucking words too, just let me mother fucking love you

He turns me around and places his hands on my waist firmly. His lips attach to mine. I tilt my head allowing more access.

He slides his hands down to the back of my thighs and my feet are lifted off the floor.

So tell me you love me, only for tonight, only for the night

Even though you don't love me, just tell me you love me

I take in a sharp breath as I feel his tip slide in. I simply hold on to his neck as he thrust into me. I let out little moans of pleasure.

"I fucking love you baby." He groans in my ear giving my ass a squeeze. "You're my world baby."

Bring your love baby I can bring my shame, bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain

I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here

Once we both reach our climax, we wash our bodies and step out.

I slip on some denim jeans, a simple long sleeved stripped crop top, and pirate black Yeezy Boost. I lazily flat iron my hair.

Justin stands beside me shirtless as he begins towel drying his hair.

"Later tonight we are going to a my parents house for dinner. I have a photoshoot for GQ Magazine, than they are interviewing me. I might be home by six." He dropped his towel and picked up his boxers.

"Alright. I'm going to a shoot for the Calvin Klein 2016 underwear." I'll be back in like three hours." I place my shades over my eyes.

I adjusted my shirt in the mirror before I left the room with out another word.

I grabbed the keys to my BMW and got into the car. Just as I was about to drive pull out of the garage, Justin walked up to my car window.

I rolled it down and lifted my glasses off my eyes.

"Have a good photoshoot baby." He ducked his head through the window and pressed his lips onto mine. He slowly pulled away. "I love you." He whispered before he walked towards one of his many cars.

He's acting different today. Normally it's just sex, a little talking while we get ready, and we are both off to our jobs.

I pulled into my usual spot and grab my purse and locked my car door.

I enter the elevator and go up the 16th floor where the shoot will be.

"Morning Kenny." Allison greeted me.

She hands me a black lace set.

"This is what you'll be wearing first." Allison says before she walks out the room to let me change.

Once I'm dressed Carla, the hair stylist, styles my hair and I make my way out to the shoot.

"Alright Kenny, we have a lot of photos to take today, so get in front of the camera where you belong." Jose says with his thick French accent.

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This chapter is boring but it'll get more interest as it goes.

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