Roman and Seth were bobbing their heads to the Guns N Roses song that played. They were at Jason Jordan's house. The party was loud and most people were happy. Roman certainly was happy despite Whitney no longer being downstairs in the living room where the party was being held.
He had been in love with her for a long time. It dated back to when he first met her. Back then she was dating Joe, nick name Samoa Joe, and Roman never told her. Joe hadn't been a good boyfriend and Whitney finally dumped Joe a few months ago. Since then Roman had done everything he could to get closer to her and spend more time with the black haired beauty with the emerald green eyes.
"Where's Whitney? She's been gone for a while," Seth looked around.
"She got too drunk so she's upstairs resting," Roman said.
"Wasn't this supposed to be some sort of date?" Seth smirked.
"If you can call it that," Roman chuckled. "Technically we did arrive together and I was hoping for some midnight sugar but that's not happening with how drunk she is."
"You still have time," Seth winked. "I just know you two will end up together soon."
Neither men noticed Joe sitting on a chair behind them and listening in on their conversation. Everyone knew he wasn't happy about Whitney dumping him. He had tried persuading, begging and even threatening her to take him back. No matter what tactic he had used, he had been met with a big, fat no. She was done with him but he wasn't done with her. Hearing that she was upstairs sleeping, he got up from the chair and walked out of the room.
No one seemed to take notice in him leaving the living room. People went in and out constantly. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to Jason's bedroom. There on the bed Whitney was lying on her stomach. Her black leggings and jade green silk top had move apart a little, showing just a minimum of her skin. He didn't care about her upper body. He didn't need that part. His eyes were fixated on her leggings-covered ass.
He closed the door soundlessly behind him without ever taking his eyes off her ass. He missed that ass badly. Missed touching it, squeezing it, slapping it. Anything she would allow him to do with it. He had tried pushing it, tried making her give him all of it, but she had refused.
He walked over to the bed, straddled her legs, and pulled her leggings and panties down. That shiny, white ass was right in front of him. He grabbed it with both hands and instantly he was hard. He let go with one hand, fumbling to open his jeans and get his dick out. She started stirring and turned her head a bit.
"What's going on?" She mumbled.
"Ssh, go back to sleep, baby," he said.
"Joe?" She asked. "What are you..."
Her words were cut off as he pushed inside her. She wasn't wet and it burned badly. She tensed up, her fingers grabbing at the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to and pull herself away. She was still too drunk to fight but she knew exactly what was going on.
"No, Joe! Stop!" She begged.
"Shut up!" He growled.
"Please, stop!" She begged.
He pressed her head down in the pillow while he continued to thrust inside her.
"I said shut up!" He growled. "Just lie still and it'll all be over soon. You wanna leave me, huh? You wanna leave me, you bitch? You don't get to fucking leave me!"
His thrusts became harder and faster for every word he got out. He suddenly stopped, still buried deep inside her and with a hand in her hair. He leaned down so his mouth was right next to her ear.
"You know what, baby?" His voice dripped with venom. "I'm gonna take the one thing you never wanted to give me."
He kept his hand in her hair while reaching between them with his other hand. His dick slid out of her pussy but before she could even think of taking a sigh of relief, he started forcing his way into her ass.
"No! Stop! Joe, please, stop!" She cried.
She clawed wildly at the sheets but nothing worked. The pain was unlike any she had ever felt before. She didn't know when he pushed in or pulled out. The burn was there constantly and all she could do was clench the pillow with her hands until he finished. Finally she heard him grunt like he always did when he came. He pulled out of her, leaned back on his knees, and she heard the zipper of his jeans being pulled back up. He got out of bed and leaned down to her tear filled face again.
"Thank you, baby," he kissed her cheek. "Call me if you wanna go out next week. After all, who else would ever want you now? You're damaged goods."
He was mocking her on purpose and all she could do was lie there and take it. He walked out of the room and closed the door after him. She lied still for a while. She knew she had to get dressed and get out of there before anyone found her like this.
"What can I say?" Roman slightly blushed. "I've never met anyone like her before. I know that's what we all say when we're in love but..."
Joe had walked into the living room to those words and he couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"In love? You're in love with Whitney? She doesn't want you, Roman," Joe said.
"Don't," Seth said. "He's not worth it. Everyone knows she dumped his sorry ass."
"Funny you say ass after what happened," Joe smirked.
"Alright, we'll bite. What just happened?" Roman asked.
"Whitney might have dumped me in a moment of weakness but she's not done with me. If she was, how come I just fucked her upstairs?" Joe asked.
"I don't have to sit and listen to this," Roman said.
He got up and walked out of the living room just as Whitney took the final step down the stairs. She didn't look around at anyone. She walked towards the front door, slightly limping. Roman felt angry and hurt. She walked like she had just gotten some angry makeup sex. Joe had been right.
She left the party without a word to anyone. He stared at the front door for a few seconds before he decided to follow her. She didn't live far from Jason. Just further down the street. He caught up with her in no time, walking silently next to her with his arms crossed, hoping she would say something and explain herself. Not that she really needed to. She and Roman had never crossed the line between friends and lovers but he had wanted it to happen. He thought she wanted it too. He felt weirdly betrayed. She stopped in front of her house, bent over and threw up in the bushes.
"Aren't you just a lovely sight tonight?" He asked in a hard tone.
"Why do you care? All you wanna do is fuck me too," she bit back.
She walked up her driveway fast, fumbling to get her keys out of her purse. He was there a second later, not ready to let go of this conversation now that they had started it.
"I'm not gonna deny that. I've wanted you for a long time and I actually thought you wanted me too. And maybe you still do. But I'm not about to play second fiddle to someone who already spread her legs willingly for another man tonight," he said.
"Willingly?" She raged. "I didn't spread them willingly, you asshole! He took what he wanted!"
He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he heard those words. Her own eyes widened in shock. Clearly she hadn't meant to blurt it out like that. She probably never wanted him or anyone else to find out.
"What are you saying?" He asked.
"Forget it. Go home, Roman, and leave me the fuck alone," she said.
She turned around to get her key in the door. She was shaking and still drunk and therefore not able to get it in the keyhole. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and she jumped forward to get away from him.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled.
She pressed herself against the door and his heart broke by the look of fear and pain in her eyes.
"Whitney," he spoke softly. "It's me. I'm not gonna hurt you."
He moved as slow as he could so he wouldn't surprise her. He took her in his arms and she broke down, sobbing into his shirt. He held her with one arm, took her keys with his free hand, unlocked the door and escorted her inside. He moved her to her bedroom where he finally released her.
"What do you wanna do? Should we call somebody? The police? You gotta report it," he said.
"I just wanna sleep," she said.
"But Whitney..." He tried.
"I said I wanna sleep," she cut him off. "I'll deal with it in the morning. I just want tonight to go away."
"Okay," he nodded. "Lie down and get some sleep. Do you need me to get you something?"
"No, I'm good. Thank you though. You can go home. I'll be fine," she said.
She kicked off her flip flops and lied down on the bed fully dressed. She rolled over on her side, curling up into a fetal position. His heart was hurting by seeing her like that. He wanted to lie down next to her and hold her but he knew that wouldn't be a smart choice. Instead he quietly left her bedroom to let her sleep.
He went into her living room, got out of his boots, laid down on her couch and pulled a blanket over him. He wasn't gonna go home even though she had asked him to. She had said she would deal with it in the morning and he would be there to deal with it too. She wasn't gonna go through this alone. What had happened tonight didn't change his feelings for her. He was still in love with her and he was gonna be there for her every step of the way.