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|• Chapter Two: Part Two •|

       "So...?"

    I walked up to Anson, my legs rubbed against his draped arm.

"That means he's yours too, and you just have to accept him for who he is...how can you not accept him but you accept me?"

     He sat up. "Shut up Ella,"

    "Why? So I can hear you run your mouth about how my fucking kid is some crazy person to you? It's not his fault he has outbursts! It's not his fault that not both of his parents aren't home!" I rose my voice as I spoke. He leaned up into my face.

     "I said shut up," his tone becoming firm,"Ella, don't say another wor-"

     "No, let me speak. Your not the 'Man-Of-The-House' anymore, your just- you can't even think about how I feel? Or the wrong your doing to my freaking baby? Mine! I want you to remember that. Brandy is my son," I took my index finger, shoving it in his face as I spoke,"You know what, why'd I even come in here!? This is useless!" I screamed, turning around again,"This is fucking useless, all you want to do is sleep, fuck around, and then kill people! God! Why did I think it was a good idea to even be with you?!" I shook my head, immediately putting my hands to my head, grabbing onto my hair.

    "Ella," Anson said, I watched my vision blur for a second. First I was looking at the door, planning on exiting and then I seen Anson in front of me–well more like his ripped torso. "Ella,"

       Anson repeated my name a few more times till I looked up at him. He gripped tighter in my arm,"your hurting me...again," I glanced at my arm. He didn't move his hand, or released the tightened grasp.

       "You can't fucking do that- you can't say that to me," he shook his head,"you can't say that Brandy isn't mine!" He yanked my arm,"Why? Why are you so fucking mean to me?"

       He shoved me away from him. I tensed when his hands let go of my arms.

      "No...don't do this to me. Anson, not again," I bit down on my lower lip, feeling my heart starting to race,"Please, stop telling me this, stop doing this...stop it Stop I-" tears formed into my eyes, glistening as my voice broke several times as I spoke...right up till he cut me off. His lips crashed onto mine. Just another one for the books...why do i have to be so over-trusting when it comes to him?

      I didn't kiss him back for a moment. Not till he ended up pressing his lips harder against mine. His hands grabbed onto mine, lowering them down to our waists. He placed his hands on the sides of my torso, moving them up. I inhaled sharply, kissing him back harder. My hands moved up his profound torso, feeling the grooves on his chest from hard work and labour.

       Anson drawled in a dragged breath, pulling me closer to him. He grabbed onto my leg, lifting it up slightly, urging me to wrap it around his which I ended up doing as the kiss intensified.

      His hands moved upwards, turning my body around, letting me dip back into the mattress. I felt the cushions catch my fall, watching Anson as he peered above me, breathing heavily from our broken lips. He connected them back together once his face hovered over mine.

        I wrapped my legs around his torso, moving my hands down a bit, running my fingertips over his chest. His breath tickled my face as he breathed a bit heavier than normal.

I kissed Anson back harshly, feeling his tongue press against my lips, and then teeth, and finally my tongue, which I smirked to myself as I felt him place his tongue on top of mine. I kissed him harder.

       Anson curled his tongue around mine. He placed his hands on my waist. I inhaled sharply when I felt the slight tugging at at my shirt, knowing Anson wanted me to take it off. I peered at him, taking in his exquisite body.