-1Audrey watched as Jeff slept, a million and one thoughts running through her mind. Taking a drag on her cigarette, she couldn't help but to smile. Sure, she would be better off alone but there was something about him that she couldn't leave.

Maybe it was the mysteriousness of Jeff Hardy. Maybe it was the fact that she never knew what to expect from him. On the other hand, maybe it could have just been that seductive yet intense stare he'd give her.

Whatever it was, it worked.

He cheated- more than the average person should/would. While it did hurt the first couple of times, she welcomed it more and more. She couldn't help but to think of how erotic it was to see her lover with another woman, moaning in pleasure.

She pushed her intense black hair from out her face then took another drag on her cigarette. The right strap of her bra was hanging off her shoulder, her lipstick, a shade of red wine, smeared around her lips and chin, and her mascara smudged and running.

They had just finished having an argument with inevitably ended in sex, the hottest sex that they'd had in a while which ended up with Audrey screaming out Jeff's name over a numerous amount of times.

"Audrey?"

The young woman snapped out of her thoughts and looked at sexy, older man that was standing in front of her.

"Get your ass back to bed, bitch." He grabbed her hair and pushed her on the king size bed, violently yanking down her underwear.

"Say you want it." Jeff hissed, holding her legs open by her knees.

Control.

She loved this game.

"No." Audrey smirked and was rewarded with a backhand to her face. A bruise was sure to form there, another lie she would tell to her family and friends.

"Either way, I'm still gonna have it." Jeff's voice was calm yet ice cold. Lust clouded his eyes as he leaned in and bit the sensitive skin that was her neck, leaving a quarter-sized bite mark, which was accompanied by a few droplets of blood.

Smiling, Audrey leaned back and enjoyed the ride, concluding why she would not walk away from Jeff.

Plain and simple:

She wouldn't go getting tired of Jeff. She just wasn't getting tired of him.

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