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In any case, let's get back to the chapter.

A quick recap though, something I think I'll start doing for every chapter. Just skip it if you feel all caught up –

David and Monika just had their confrontation with David's father, Tobias Foam, the man who also instructed his underlings to kidnap them. Many things were discovered, such as Tobias using his underlings to keep an eye on David, even at work via Alison Pure.

And also having manipulated David into 'growing into a man' via many more manipulations, such as deceiving his David's childhood friend, Lucy, into believing that she would marry David, but knowing full well that David would never accept it, and instead run away.

But perhaps the worst of all, Tobias KNOWS who Monika is and where she came from, and though he has promised to get her the means to have a life, Monika saw right through him and knows that he's up to something.

Now the two have been shown to their room, with a single bed at Monika's request. It is there that their story continues…

Remember, rated M for Mature! So expect mature scenes this chapter.

Begin!

Commitment

David entered the room almost absentmindedly.

His brain just wouldn't work, couldn't work. He had been used, manipulated into doing exactly what his father wanted him to do. And after thinking for so long that he'd escaped his father's shadow, to only understand that it had stuck to him as if his own.

The realization had practically knocked the sense out of him, and seemingly as consequence, white noise began to ring in his ears.

'I was used all this time. I thought I'd escaped him, I thought I'd finally made a life for myself by myself. But he was there the whole time, pulling the strings, my strings…and the strings of others.' The image of Alison Pure flickered to the forefront of his mind, and he could barely fight back the rage he felt due to it. 'She was HIS ALL THIS TIME! To think that I believed she was merely a desperate skank when she was spying for my father all along. If I had ever had a moment of weakness and accepted her advances, then I…I…'

He couldn't finish the thought, the utter betrayal that would come with it would scar him forever.

But his rage, his hatred couldn't be contained. It festered beneath the surface, always there. But now, having uncovered all the manipulations, all the spying, all the betrayal from a man who was supposed to love and care for him.

It couldn't be contained.

The door had barely shut behind him when David picked up the closest thing, a flower vase, and threw it at a nearby wall. But it wasn't enough, he wasn't going to be satisfied with that, it was too easy, too quick. And so he grabbed at a chair and threw it to the ground, shattering the wooden legs easily.

But it still wasn't enough. His hatred was pooling out of him like black water, his rage a hot tundra of fire pouring from him, agitated, enraged.

"He manipulated me," he growled, objects no longer enough as he punched the wall hard. "I'm his damn son and he used me like a tool, and for what? To carry on his fucking legacy! To grow a pair, to BE A MAN!"

He punched the wall again and again, his knuckles beginning to bleed.

"Well fuck you, Dad! Fuck you and FUCK YOUR FUCKING GAMES!" He raised a fist to hit the wall once more…and found that he couldn't. Something was holding him back, talking to him, saying something. But with the white noise blaring in his ears he couldn't hear anything other than the blood rushing through them.

…and then it all stopped.

David blinked and looked to his right, the visage of a visibly scared Monika looking back him, her eyes wet with tears.

And then he heard her voice.

"It's okay David, it's okay."

Her voice was surprisingly steady for how afraid she looked. And yet had David only asked, he would've understood.

She wasn't scared that he'd trashed the room, or that he'd screamed and roared like a wild animal as he wailed against the wall. She wasn't even scared as he looked at her like that, eyes practically mad with rage that had barely begun to cool.

No.

She wasn't afraid of him, she afraid for him. Afraid that after calling his name numerous times to no response that he wouldn't stop, that he would do something more than hurt his hand.

"Monika..." The name left his lips and Monika could feel his shame within it, wrapped around her name. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I was just so…so…"

Monika shushed him softly, her hand cupping his bleeding fist and unravelling it with her tender touch. The bleeding wasn't too bad, luckily more a surface scratch on the skin than anything else.

David's hand was shaking as she held it and Monika felt her heart break as she looked up and watched him struggle to keep himself together. Before he could move away or make an excuse, Monika had slipped her way in and had manoeuvred his head onto her left shoulder.

The action alone was enough to make David try to move away, to leave her touch. And yet as though two steps ahead of him, Monika's hand had wrapped itself around the back of his head, a soft pressure encouraging her beloved boyfriend to keep his head on her shoulder.

David felt his heart lurch, his eyes sting like crazy as he tried so hard to push his emotions down. The rage had left him, Monika's gentle embrace had turned it into something far worse for David.

Weakness, horrible, tearful weakness.

He'd felt tears sting at his eyes before at his home, when Monika had offered all of her for all of him. He'd never felt so in touch with someone before, so wanted, so…loved.

But this was different. This was his anger turned into despair, this was weakness, and he couldn't show weakness. He couldn't show…

'I can't cry, I can't cry.' The mantra repeated itself over and over in his head, a thousand words in a blink. 'Foam's don't cry, Foam's don't cry, Foam's don't cry, F-Foams don't cry, F-F-Foams don't…"

David blinked, tears fighting against him to fall as his inner thoughts escaped into reality. Fear began to fill him as he remembered all the times his father had pushed him away, had sneered, had yelled at him for being weak.

But alas, David seemed to have forgotten. For Monika was not his father, was nothing like his father. She didn't push him away, she didn't scream at him for being weak, she didn't even sneer.

She just held him tighter, closer to her, nuzzling his short hair ever so lovingly as she spoke ever so softly in his ear.

"Shhhh, it's okay to cry, David." Her hand began to stroke the back of his head soothingly, her fingers drawing small circles. "You don't have fight it, not with me. I love you so much, I will never abandon you."

She felt his grip on her tighten at this, could practically hear his mind and heart fighting with each other to believe her.

"You can't s-see me like t-this," David mumbled, his words tight in his throat as they fought past the lump that had formed within it. "P-Please don't see me like this."

He tried weakly to escape her hold.

And yet she did not let him go. She did not loosen her embrace on him as his body began to tremble.

"Shhhh, it's okay," she whispered, reaffirming her gentle hug as she effortlessly pulled him back from the minute distance he had managed. "You're safe with me, David. You're safe and loved, and I will never leave you."

"Monika…I c-can't, I…"

Monika smiled sadly and held him as the first sob left his lips.

"Let it all out my love," she soothed softly. "I'm right here, David. I'm right here."

Once it was let loose, David couldn't hope to stop the flood. He forced himself to try and keep his sobs quiet, but they defied him in noisy, breathless gasps as tears streamed down his face. Throughout it all, Monika simply held him, her fingers rubbing the back of his head as he fell apart in her arms.

It took time, longer than David could begin to count at that moment. But eventually his sobbing began to cease, and the tears dried upon his cheeks. His trembling remained, softer than before but there still all the same.

Monika waited for what could only be the right moment before she loosened her embrace and let David's head move back from her shoulder. He looked at her, eyes red and cheeks stained, and Monika could do nothing to stop her heart from breaking at the sight of him.

"I'm sor…" The words were mumbled at first, forcing David to clear his throat for a second, more coherent attempt. "I'm sorry about that, Monika. I didn't mean to lose control like that."

"Stop."

He looked at her and almost immediately looked away, unable to bear the look she gave him. Not a harsh look, not a sympathetic look, nor a pitiable one.

No.

In the brief moment his eyes met hers, David felt as if his breath had been stolen. For the sheer amount of…of what had to be…

"Look at me, David." Her voice was full of it too, each and every word that left her mouth was coated in it. But after showing such weakness, he wasn't deserving of it. He couldn't look at her, he couldn't look at her and blemish her lovely face with his sad, pathetic looking features.

And then she moved closer, a hand effortlessly turning his head, causing his eyes to meet hers again. Again the emotion within seemed to pull him in, drowning him, leaving him with no escape, nowhere to run as the poor man found himself unable, unwilling to look away again.

"You are not weak, David," Monika said softly, a gentle smile upon her face. "Showing me this is the mark of a strong person, not a weak one. It takes strength to show others your tears, not weakness."

"I should never have showed you that," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"But I'm glad that you did," she refuted, smiling still as she cupped his face with both hands. "Look at me, David. Look at my face, my eyes. Am I scorning you for showing me such weakness? Am I showing you in any way, shape or form that I am going to abandon you now?"

David looked at her just like she asked. He looked at her eyes and saw a tender affection so great it threatened to swallow him whole. He looked at her face, her smile so gentle, so full of love for him and only him…and it made him feel safe, happy, wanted…needed.

"No," he said, the word shaking as it passed his lips. "I don't think you are going to leave me."

Her smile widened greatly, eyes suddenly shiny as they looked into his.

"Never David," she said firmly, softly. "I'll never ever leave you."

She moved a hand and stroked his cheek, her breath becoming shaky as he reached up to keep it there.

"You really do love me," he said quietly, silently marvelling at the young woman before him.

"I always have," she confirmed, inching ever closer. "Didn't you believe me before?"

"I made of show of believing you, but really I didn't want to," he admitted, closing his eyes in shame. "If I did and you left me, it would have hurt me more than anything."

Monika didn't say anything, she knew that David had more to say, that he had to get everything out here and now, and if she said anything then he might stop. And that would ruin everything.

"I don't understand how we've become so close," he continued softly, his skin itching lightly from his dried tear tracks. "After growing up how I did, after all the people I've met and the ones that I was once fond of. No one has ever made me feel like this."

He became silent for a short while, looking at her, taking her in. Monika felt herself burn beneath his gaze, a warm flame all for her.

"Like what?" Monika asked, her voice so gentle it almost hurt for him to hear.

"Like I'm needed," he answered. "Like I'm needed and wanted and…and loved. I've never felt so loved before, not by anyone, not even Lucy. But when you look at me like you are now, I can feel it. It's so strong, I feel like I'm drowning in it. Drowning and yet I never want to surface, I just want it, want you. And it bothers me how much the idea of losing it feels so frightening. No one has ever had so much power over how I feel…no one.

"A part of me wants to push you away. Push you away so you can never hurt me, never have so much control over me, never-"

He felt her lips upon his, soft and gentle. His thoughts, his worries became muddled and lost, and like that the words he tried to say melted away.

Her lips left his slowly, reluctantly as her eyes came back into view and captivated his. He couldn't move them, he could…but he couldn't.

"Don't be afraid of me, David," she urged, voice delicate. A gentle hand reached up and cupped his cheek. "You have your guard up so much. But you don't need it with me. Let me in…"

David's gaze flickered with palpable longing, so tangible that Monika felt her own craving, her insatiable yearning for the man reach out to hold him, to take him into her embrace and hide him from all who would hurt him.

"I'm worried what might happen if I do," he admitted quietly.

She couldn't stop the smile that filled her pretty face. He sounded so raw and vulnerable, and yet that desire for her that she felt for him all the time was there too, laced, wrapped around his words.

"Would letting me inside here." She lay a hand upon his chest and felt his heartbeat, the rhythm quickening beneath her touch. "Truly be so terrible, David?"

Barely a moment passed before he answered.

"No…I don't think it'd be anything less than wonderful."

"Then let me in," she urged gently, cupping his face with both hands as she pulled him closer, her breath upon his lips. "You make me feel so safe David. You make me feel like a real person, like I matter. All I want is to give you the same. I want you to feel like I do when you look at me. I want your heart to dance when I hold you, like mine does every time we touch."

David felt whatever walls he had left crumble as her words wore them down. No one had ever spoken to him like that, no one had ever made him feel what he felt in that moment.

"You're my whole world, David," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his, urging him to believe her. "We've only known each other for four months, I know. But it feels like I've always known you, and I want to know more of you. I want you to wake up every day and feel safe and loved. But most of all, I want to be your whole world too."

Her lips trembled slightly as she took in his stunned expression, a soft smile forming as she saw true realization finally come to her beloved.

"There we go," she whispered, stroking his cheek softly. "Do you believe me now?"

David blinked but could only nod, a small smile of his own worming its way onto his face. Blinking again, he took his eyes off of Monika and looked around the room, wincing at the broken vase and chair upon the floor.

"I don't think I've ever felt so angry before," he said, following Monika's eyes as she looked at the broken furniture. "I'm sorry I acted like that in front of you."

"I'm not." Her rebuttal caused his eyebrows to rise in disbelief. "We all get angry, David. Breaking a chair isn't going to hurt my delicate feelings, I promise." Hearing the humour in her words was like a balm to his worried mind, soothing his troubled thoughts.

"I'm glad," he admitted, rubbing his face as he wiped away the remaining wet spots.

She looked back at him and grinned lightly. "Why, did you think I'd finally come to my senses and run away or something?"

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly but didn't answer. Not that he needed to, his silent embarrassment said it all for her. Monika's grin widened and before he could so much as blink, she pulled him back to her and kissed him deeply.

Before he could so much as get a coherent thought however, she pulled back and smirked at his slightly rosy complexion.

"I'll use it as insurance that If I ever lose my shit and start throwing things, you can't run away either," she said, inwardly cheering as a big grin formed upon David's face.

"You know, you sure do swear a lot more than you used to," he chuckled, a crooked grin finally upon his face.

"Don't tell me you don't like it?" Monika asked, beaming as she heard him laugh.

"I didn't say that, I'm just surprised. I'm fairly sure you said before that you didn't like doing it?"

'Before…ah, he means in the game.'

"I guess you've rubbed off on me some," she replied, grinning at him.

"I guess so," he chuckled, looking at her almost questioningly. "You know this is a bit random, but I don't actually know why I've never thought about this. Why do you sound British?"

Monika blinked at this, surprise filling her internally as the thought crossed her mind too.

"That's a really good point actually," she said, nibbling her bottom lip in thought. "Dan Salvato is American, the game is American. But I have the same accent as you, I always have."

She looked at him before a sudden smile appeared upon her face.

"Well, I suppose it just makes us all the better a match!" she declared, her smile widening as he nodded back.

"True enough," he laughed, pulling her closer to him, much to her amused surprise. "To be honest, I've never really been a huge fan of American accents. Nothing against them of course, but I've always been one for the Aussie girls myself. There's just something about that accent that does things to me."

"Oh?" Monika's right eyebrow rose curiously, a wry grin upon her face. "So you're saying that if you met some random girl from Australia that you'd be captivated by her enunciation?"

He grinned back. "Maybe…"

Eyebrow still quirked upwards, Monika put a finger on his nose and traced it down to the bottom of his chin, forcing David to shudder at the rather pleasant feeling it gave him.

"But I doubt they could do that to you," she whispered, moving slightly as she began to kiss the side of his neck. "Or this…or this…"

"Careful now," he warned breathlessly. "I'm all over the place at the minute. Keep doing that and I don't know what'll happen."

He felt Monika smile against his skin and shivered as she licked it lightly.

"Maybe I like to live dangerously," she purred in his ear.

She licked his neck again and kissed it, scrapping it gently with her teeth and grinning as his hold on her tightened.

"Last chance," he cautioned.

Monika merely hummed her agreement…before moving closer against him, hip to hip, giggling as she felt him against her.

"I think I'm a bit better than some random Aussie girl," she said, her voice low and sultry as her hand moved down, a single finger tracing the length of him. David inhaled sharply at her touch but made no move to stop her.

He'd entered the room in a fury, met Monika in the middle with despair, but now at the end with his emotions here, there and everywhere, rage and sorrow were the furthest things from his mind.

David felt hot, he felt drawn to her, to her touch, to her words, to her lips as they began to kiss his neck again and again.

And before he knew it, he'd quite literally picked Monika up and thrown her onto the king size bed. But if it affected her, she showed nothing to imply it. The young woman was up and pulling him atop her before he could so much as begin to think to do so by himself.

Their lips met in a passionate battle, a war for dominance that neither was willing to let the other have in that moment. Clothes began to find themselves tossed around the room as both quickly became bare of everything bar their undergarments.

David, despite lacking in any experience seemed not to need any as he began to kiss down her neck and unto the hollow part of it, drawing a needy gasp from a slowly writhing Monika. His fingers traced her stomach, a burning touch inflaming the passions of the woman it belonged to.

Not to be outdone, Monika's fingers traced his chest, marvelling at how strong it felt as her hands moved down and down and down until she had him, held him, gripped him. The action alone forcing David to let loose a lusty growl, his reaction bringing a sultry smile to her face.

And then he slipped his hand into her soaked underwear.

"Oh my God," she gasped, her unoccupied hand reaching behind his back and pulling him closer.

"You okay?" David asked, concern upon his breathless features.

Monika nodded rapidly, a hand to his head pulling him closer still as she tried to talk between kisses. "It feels really good, don't stop love."

David had no idea what he was doing, but as lust clouded his mind once more, he found that really, he didn't bloody care.

Monika could only writhe against him as his hand, clumsy though it was, managed to bring pleasure that dwarfed any she'd done by herself as it rubbed in a circular motion, brushing against one particular spot that forced moan after desperate moan from her.

She wasn't an expert either, her hand having slipped into his boxers was rubbing up and down his cock in a frenzy. But like her, David found that the pleasure he received from it crushed any he'd given by his hand alone.

Almost without thought, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, tossing it to some unspecified corner of the room. David stared at her teardrop shaped breasts and couldn't even so much as think to stop himself as he bent down and licked one gently. Monika's eyes rolled back as a warmth spread from her nipple to her head, mixing in with the pleasure she was still receiving as he continued to pleasure her soaked arousal.

She moaned lightly, causing David to look up at her and smile happily, enjoying the fact that she felt this way because of him.

He moved off her breast and kissed her lips fervently, Monika moaning against his as she tried to return it with just as much passion, panting as he moved onto her neck.

"Love you so much, love you so fucking much," she gasped, her hand leaving his arousal as both wrapped around his back, her nails digging in lightly as her pleasure rose and rose and rose and-

"It's coming, it's coming David, oh, OH!" David could only watch in a lusty amazement as Monika's back arched, her eyes wide and smile wider as her whole body shook helplessly against him. He kept his motions up, letting her ride out her orgasm until she put a trembling hand upon his and pulled it away from her soaked sex.

"That looked good," he laughed, smiling as Monika started laughing too.

"It was…absolutely amazing, you were amazing David," she giggled, looking up at him in her afterglow daze with a silly grin on her face. "Come here baby."

Barely registering his new pet name, David complied and let Monika pull him down, letting his weight rest easily on her as she kissed him deeply.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" he asked, his stomach doing backflips at the look she was giving him.

She shook her head and smiled lovingly up at him. "I'm stronger than I look, David. Don't worry, you feel like a warm pillow."

"Good to know," he chuckled, leaning down and kissing her again.

"Mhmm," she moaned against him, only to suddenly pull away and giggle at his confused expression. "No, no. Kissing can come later, it's your turn now."

"My turn?"

She quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking as realization dawned upon her silly boyfriend.

"Oh."

"No objections I take it?" she asked, her hand already pulling his boxers off. "Good boy."

"You don't have to," he said, kicking himself internally almost immediately after saying it.

Monika simply grinned and wrapped her hand around his quite ready tool. "Are you sure you don't me to?"

David licked his lips but shook his head, silently urging her to never let go.

"You silly man," she chuckled, moving her hand slowly up and down. "You just made my world explode, love. I want to make you feel that too. I am your girlfriend remember, so I've got to make sure that I treat my boyfriend right, yeah?"

David was listening to her, really, he was. But her hand was really distracting and so he could do no more than smile and nod. Monika, being the smart cookie that she was, noticed this and grinned, marvelling at how much control her touch gave her over him.

Nibbling her bottom lip as she concentrated, Monika found herself watching his reactions to her steadily varying movement.

'Okay up and down…he likes that, but I think I can do better. What if I twist when I reach the head-" A large smile filled her face as David moaned lowly, his body literally trembling as her hand alternated its movements, twisting around his cock as it moved slowly up and down.

'Yep, he definitely liked that one,' she giggled to herself as his hips seemed to lean up, following her movements. Monika looked at his member and grinned wryly. 'Hmm, I wonder if…'

David's eyes were closed, the pleasure bouncing from his arousal to his brain and back again was more than he'd ever felt before. His eyes snapped open however, when he felt something wet encircle the head of his tool.

He looked down with eyes wide at the sight of Monika's mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. The young woman caught this and grinned around it, winking back at him as she twisted her hand once more, forcing a rumble of pleasure from her man.

"You don't have to do tha-"

David found his words cut off as she looked at him and removed her lips with a small pop, her sultry grin on extenuating her beauty.

"I might not have to," she said, grinning as her hand continued it's twisting motions. "But after seeing you like that, I damn sure want to." Whatever words he might have said left him as her mouth returned to its previous spot.

With all the sensations, varied in pleasure but filled with it nevertheless, it was to no surprise that David felt his end come quickly. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Monika simply giggled as she felt his trembling increase dramatically.

She removed her mouth from him but kept her hand moving, watching in awe at what he touch was doing to her writhing boyfriend.

"Monika, oh fuck, I'm-"

"It's alright baby, do it! Do it, I wanna see it!"

As if waiting for permission, David found any feeble resistance crumble as he became undone in her grasp, spurting his essence onto his chest much to the delight of his very happy girlfriend.

She kept her movements going until his hand made a motion for her to stop, the young woman responsible for his state grinning as she shimmied over to him and accepted a rather dazed kiss from her beloved.

"You're sticky," she said, giggling as she poked at the substance and rubbed it between her fingers.

"No shit," he exhaled, his head light and empty as he tried to get his breath back. "I haven't cum like that in…well, I don't think I've ever cum like that."

She smiled at her handiwork and kissed him softly, smiling as his chest rumbled happily against her.

"Guess I'm a keeper then, yeah?" she joked, grinning wryly down at him.

"You always were," he replied, grinning back as her own widened significantly. "Come on, let's get showered. I think we're both a bit sticky."

"Together?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "We both just watched each other lose control, rather messily in my case. I don't think that showering together will break a rule of some kind."

Monika grinned and flicked his nose, loving the way he blinked at the action.

"I know, I was only teasing," she whispered, yelping as David gently flicked her right nipple. "Hey!"

Quickly moving away and carefully stepping over the broken furniture, David looked back at a rosy cheeked Monika and grinned. "What do they say about payback again?"

Monika narrowed her eyes at him playfully and made her way over, David merely grinning back until she returned a smile of her own…and flicked him on the nose again.

"She's a bit of a bitch," Monika replied, smirking at his grumbling before pointing to the rather large bath at the end of the bathroom. "Forget a shower actually, I think it'll be nice to try a bath."

"A bath?" David asked, looking at it for a moment and smiling as he realized that it would be more than big enough for the two of them, as opposed to his dinky little thing back at his flat. "Sure, why not. Sounds relaxing."

Not fifteen minutes of waiting later, it was.

David lay against the bath with Monika between his legs, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the relaxing sound of his steady heartbeat.

And that's when it happened.

David looked down at Monika, who as if sensing his eyes upon her moved her head and looked up. Her eyes were soft as they gazed at him, full of tenderness and affection…and…

"I think I love you, Monika."

Monika blinked up at him, her expression almost befuddled…and then his words hit her, soft yet hard, dazing yet gentle.

"You love me?" she asked, her voice small, almost unsure that what she'd heard was real.

"I think…" David looked at her, at how quickly his strong girlfriend had become vulnerable at his words. And he knew then and there that he had to mean them, that he couldn't say more unless it were true.

"I think I do," he said, watching as a truly massive smile wormed its way onto her face. "I look at you and I feel amazing. You make me feel amazing and I want to make you feel amazing even if I don't because of it. I want to put your happiness before mine, and I don't know how or why…but I love you because of it."

"You love me?" she repeated; voice stronger, almost incredulous. "Really, you mean it?"

"I know nothing about love, I've never felt it…but what I'm feeling right now." He took a moments pause. "If that's what love feels like then it's for you, it's all for you."

Monika looked at him for a moment, two, three…and slowly sat up, the width of the large tub easily allowing her to turn around, to pull him close.

To kiss him slowly, deeply…lovingly.

"I love you too," she said, the both of them smiling shyly at the other. "I love you so much. I'm yours David, I'm all yours."

"I'm yours," he agreed softly, fighting back a shudder as that feeling, this love for her flowed through him, so, so powerful. "God, I'm all yours Monika."

They embraced the other, clinging so tightly, basking in the others warmth. They were committed to each other now, completely committed whether they realized the depth of it or not.

But they were completely unaware of what they had just done. Completely unaware of the changes now happening inside.

Completely unaware…until it was too late.

And boom, chappy done!

Bit longer than the last one, but I guess I got my groove back. Still on the hunt for work but I've got a few interviews coming so wish me luck.

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