This is another story im working on aside from, "A Jilted Lover's Purpose" I hope you enjoy this bit ^_^

I decided to change the prologue since im doing a different approach with this story so I hope you don't mind =)


Prologue

It is 4:43 in the morning and he tossed and turned in his bed; stuffing his face under his pillow, tuning out her captivating moans coming through the wall. He grabbed his headphones; putting the volume to the max but it wasn't a success; whenever the music came to a halt, he would listen to her pleasing cries registering all her melody; rousing to her voice. He threw the headphones, unsure of where their destination might be. Turning to his side; looking at the beautiful green haired woman lay soundlessly asleep gave him two choices: He could wake her up and hoped to take his thoughts off the woman's moans in the other room, or he can just get up and leave.

As much as he wanted to copulate with the appealing woman he chose the latter; grabbing his sweats off the floor and his leather jacket, not even bothering with a shirt or shoes. He jogged down the flight of stairs slipping against the hardwood floor into the tiny table.

"FUCK!" he kicked the table even further as he hit his foot; breaking the vase of flowers a secret admirer brought for her, "who the hell puts a table in the middle of the walkway!"

Without further restraints he made his way outside slamming the door closed; strolling down the esplanade to his custom colored black and cyan 350z. He started the car; waiting only a second to speed off, like a bat out of hell.

Why all of a sudden she distances herself away is a mystery to him. After all, they had to see each other because they are roommates; nothing more, but he wanted more, no…he needed more.

"Heh, 'Payback is a bitch' huh?" laughing as he quoted the woman, "…fucking payback,"

He rode on the highway accelerating to the purr of his car's engine; silence is his tranquil for right now since his thoughts did a zero to ninety. He looked at the symbolic scenery before him, it was a reflection of what he felt; emptiness, a feeling he knew all too well.

All she wanted to do was love him but all he did was push her away. He feared that she was like all the other women he brought home and that was his one mistake; this is now something he would have to endure as he basked in his lonesome.

He was scared, lonely, and emotionally drained. He liked the life style of bringing home three woman at one time, he enjoyed going around the parties get felt and grind on, and he loved the drinking. He wasn't scared of anything, but when it comes down to love and her; he cower back ten steps.

He's afraid of having his heart broke; he wouldn't know how to handle it. She saw through his tough guy exterior, looking past his man-whore actions and understanding that deep down he was afraid; to love and be loved. She was his joy all along and yet he never admitted to himself, he needed her now more than ever.

"I fucked that up," he smiled, knowing that he much rather turn off the bridge.


A/N: I'll be switching between stories, so let me know what you Liked/Disliked about this one, it will be much appreciated. ^_^