Mallory has been receiving some serious hate and truthfully I feel bad. I feel like someone is hating my best friend or sister. I love her and I get that she's messed up. Please be patient with her, she's trying. She can't see another way around this. She can't see a way for Tyler to not get hurt unless she does what Max says.

This fic is full of angst. It's not full of rainbows and butterflies. It's not going to leave you with a warm fuzzy feeling after every chapter, sometimes yes but not always. I love angst fic's & I felt that these two characters were perfect for one. Things may get worse before they get better but I won't end this fic on a bad/sad/angry note, trust me on that.

Please stay with me in this & find out what happens to these two.

Stinepiigen; this chapter is dedicated to you. Thank you for promoting this fic as much as you can, always sending me the sweetest tweets, being a huge fan of my fic and just being awesome. I hope you enjoy what's for dessert.

Stinepiigen

TYLER

I decide to make homemade macaroni and cheese tonight because it's the one thing that my mom used to make me and Michael when we were kids. It's my only comfort food. I haven't had it since I was about thirteen but for some reason I want it. I'm hoping that Mallory likes it too. It brings back good memories for me, which is rare from my childhood.

I don't know if I'll tell her the background on it, I may just leave it alone and let her eat and be content without all the heavy dramatics that go inside my head. I always feel like I'm telling her something about me, or my background. I don't want her to think that all I do is dwell on it, because I don't. I think about her most of the time.

She consumes my thoughts and my heart.

I hear her key jiggling in the lock as I'm pulling the macaroni and cheese out of the oven. She has her head down and her body language tells me something's wrong. When she looks up I'm shocked. She looks like shit.

I mean, shes always beautiful like I said but she looks absolutely horrible right now. Like she's been crying, screaming, stressed, anxious. All of the above. She wasn't wearing the same thing she had left in, I noticed she now had jeans, sneakers and a tshirt on. She was carrying her coat.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders as she leans into me. Her skin was ice cold, she hadn't been wearing her jacket? "You're freezing"

"I'm just having a bad day." Her eyes were dull and lifeless. I hated it.

"Is there something I can do?"

"No. Its okay." She pulls away from me and looks into the kitchen.

"Are you still up for dinner?"

"Yeah."

"I made macaroni and cheese, but its homemade so its not any of that easy stuff you make all the time." I saw her face light up a little bit.

"Does that mean it has the crunchy things on top?"

"No, I don't like them." A small smile played on her lips, I was happy that I made her happy. She needed to smile, I hated to see her frown.

"Good, me too."

We sit down and eat in silence. Its not the uncomfortable silence, the one where you feel like anything you do the other person is listening or watching. It was the silence you get around people you know, around people that you care about. People you love in my case. I was happy to be with her and she seemed more relaxed when she was around me.

"That was really good, Tyler. Thank you." The light was coming back into her eyes, slowly.

"Of course, you know I'll cook for you anytime you want." I meant it. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm just..I'm stressed. I have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry I'm so spacey." She shrugged. I picked up our plates and put them in the sink. I went over to the freezer and pulled out ice cream I had picked up while she was gone. I had gone to the store to get a few things and decided we needed dessert. Maybe it would make her a little happier. and then grabbed the chocolate sauce.

"Would this make you feel better?" I sat it down in front of her.

"You got ice cream?" Her face lit up.

"Yes, do you like this kind?"

"Yes!" She was so excited that before I could even grab bowls she was already eating out of the carton. I was so glad I had picked that up.

"No, please, don't wait for me." I joked at her as she took a giant spoonful and put it in her mouth. She swallowed some of it and stuck her tongue out at me.

"I'm sorry I lied to you." She randomly blurted out as I stuck my spoon in the ice cream.

"Mallory, I've told you before that its fine. It doesn't matter to me. "

"I know, but still." She sounded so depressed. "I hate lying to you."

"I would hope so. I'm not the biggest fan of it either, but we're over that. Don't worry." I smiled and rubbed her hand that wasn't holding a spoon of ice cream.

"I care about you so much." I whispered, looking directly at her.

She threw her spoon down and threw herself at me, pushing her lips against mine and straddling me against the chair. It happened so fast I didn't have time to react.

When I realized what was happening I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me even more. I groaned into her mouth as she slid her tongue in mine, swirling and searching. I kept my hands on her waist pulling her closer while her hands went directly to my hair and began pulling.

Our lips were moving roughly against each others, like we were both kissing each other for the last time and needed to make the most of it. It wouldn't be the last time though, If I have it my way I will kiss her like this forever.

"I need you." She moaned into my mouth. Her words went straight to my dick which was already hard and pressed against her center.

I stood up, taking her with me and laid her down on the table. It wasn't very graceful and yet she moaned as her back slammed against the wood. She pulled her shirt off and went to unbutton her pants. I put my hand over hers, "Slow down."

I leaned over the table and onto her body and started kissing her lips. Once I needed to breathe I started to move my way down her body. I kissed her jaw, ears, neck, collarbone. When I got to her chest I paused, she was wearing a bright red silk bra. Holy shit. I started kissing around the swell of her boobs that were spilling out of the silk. I moved around and kissed down her stomach and to her jeans. When I lifted my lips from her she let out a breath of frustration.

"Let's get these off of you." I unbuttoned them and pulled them down her legs. The red was repeated on her panties, they were small and probably a thong. I swear she only wore thongs, it was fucking incredible.

I looked over at the ice cream and chocolate sauce on the table, thinking that I should move it because we we're paying attention and it would get all over us.

It would get all over us.

I didn't even think before I grabbed the chocolate sauce and poured some on her stomach without warning.

I wanted to lick it off her.

She squealed at the feeling not realizing what I had done. When she looked at me and my eyes were staring down at her flat stomach covered in chocolate she moaned. I looked up to meet her eyes hooded with want, I knew mine reflected the same thing. I leaned down slowly until I was an inch above her stomach. I could smell the chocolate on her, I wanted to taste it. I saw her watching me, waiting for me to taste her.

I flicked my tongue out and caught some of the chocolate. She arched her back off the table, begging me to keep going.

I went back down and started to lick and suck on her. I noticed that chocolate had made its way down to her hips and I moved my mouth there and began to lap it up. This was fucking delicious. I could never eat chocolate the same way again. Alone it tasted fantastic but on her sweet skin it was even better.

When I licked the last bit of chocolate off her I backed up. She immediately opened her eyes, questioning my actions.

"I'm not going anywhere, I just want to try something else. Is that okay?"

"Yes." She breathed.

I bent down and kissed around her bare pussy. I could smell her arousal and it made me harder. I could tell she wanted me, she kept moving her hips, trying to get more out of me. I wouldn't give it.

I leaned across the table and grabbed a spoon, I shoved it into the ice cream and got some. I held it over her stomach and let some drip down before putting it in my mouth.

I bent down keeping the ice cream on my tongue before swallowing it .My tongue was freezing now. I poked my tongue out from my lips and slid it along her pussy. She gasped and jolted on the table. She was soaking wet and the cold sensations must have hit her hard. I kept licking around until I felt my tongue warm up from her. I moved up her body and licked the ice cream that had dripped off and landed on her stomach. She squirmed at my touch. I backed up again and dug the spoon into the ice cream grabbing more this time. I hovered it above her pussy before dropping it right on top of her slit. She shivered and I moved my mouth down to start licking around her clit. The ice cream was slowly dripping down, cold and creamy. She was shaking and moaning at every flick of my tongue. The mixture of hot and cold, ice cream and her juices, it was fantastic.

I felt her start to get louder and I knew I was going to make her cum, I shoved two of my fingers inside of her while keeping my tongue rotating on her clit and began pumping. She screamed out my name along with some swears as she came on my fingers. I kept going, making her ride out the entire orgasm before pulling out my fingers and standing up straight.

I pulled my pants off , my dick was so hard and ready for her. I shoved into her while she was still catching her breath. She was so fucking tight and wet. I could feel the stickiness of the ice cream and cum but it just intensified the sensations.

I kept going deeper into her with each thrust, my legs hitting the edge of the table. She was writhing under me, moaning loudly and grabbing at the table with her hands.

I pounded into her harder and harder until I could feel myself on the edge. Her walls were clenching around me with each stroke into her, I knew she was close again.

"Come on, baby." I growled at her and started rotating my hips as I went deeper. I couldn't wait any longer and exploded inside of her. As I did it must have triggered her own orgasm because I could feel her convulsing again. I collapsed on top of her, my breathing heavy.

"Holy fuck."

"I fucking love ice cream." She whispered and then I heard her laugh. "How did you think of that?"

"I don't really know but the taste of you and ice cream..I'm going to want that again."

"Oh really?" She sat up and rubbed her hands over my chest.

"Yes." She took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in her mouth before leaning over and kissing me. The ice cream lingering in our mouths after she pulled away. It was fucking hot. She leaned her head against my chest as I stood in front of her. We were both on the post sex high and we were tired as fuck.

"Want to go lay down?"

"Please."I pulled up my pants and left my shirt and all her clothes on the floor. Picking her up I brought her down to her bedroom. I put her down so she could go get into some clothes and I took off my jeans, leaving myself in my boxers. I went to the bathroom to clean up because my dick was so fucking sticky from that ice cream, totally worth it though.

I would never be able to eat ice cream or chocolate without getting a hard on again.

Mallory came in the bathroom behind me, still naked, with clothe s in her hands.

"Put your clothes down." I told her as turned on the sink and grabbed a wash cloth. I put it under some hot water and rung it out. "Do you mind?" I asked holding out the cloth.

"No." I began rubbing the cloth against her skin, picking up all the ice cream and chocolate sauce that had been left over. Even though she was naked, it wasn't sexual at all. It was romantic in a way, I was taking care of her body. I was cleaning her, worshiping her in a way other than sex. I was kind of surprised she was letting me, she was still so hesitant to intimate things sometimes. I could usually get away with a lot now, she'd let me hold her hand and cuddle with her. There was only sometimes that my intimacy would get denied and I could never figure out why.

Usually it was when she was stressed or spacey, like tonight. That made me wonder why tonight was different. Why she hadn't been pushing me away?

I put the cloth under the water again and brought it back to her skin. She hummed and closed her eyes as I began rubbing over her breasts, shoulders, neck and down her arms. When I had covered every inch of her body I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her getting the excess water off.

She kissed me on the cheek before dropping her towel and changing into one of my white v necks and boyshorts. She looked so fucking sexy with her hair still messed up from the table and her cheeks blushed. Although I think the best part was that she was wearing my shirt. I loved it when she wore my clothes.

We both went over and got into bed, I put my arm around her and she leaned into me. She was different tonight. I wonder what had her in such a bad mood. I didn't really understand it. She was never this clingy to me. Not that she really was in the sense of the word, but for her, this was clingy.

I wasn't complaining, I liked it to tell you the truth.

MALLORY

The guilt was overwhelming. I don't know if I could handle it.

I would need to lie again. I would need to do another deal.

How come all this shit keeps happening to me?

Is there some fucking higher power making sure I can never have anything happy or good in my life? Are they giving me options that both suck so that I cant decide. So that I pick the wrong one? Is there even a right one?

No matter what I do someone is going to get hurt. If I don't do the deal though, theres a chance me and Tyler will get hurt. Maybe even killed. I can't risk that. I need to be the only one who can be hurt in this. I'm the only one who could handle it. I think.

No one would coming looking for me if I died anyways.

I have no family or friends really. No one to come looking for me. No one to miss me. Not even the girls at the club that I've known for years are my friends. They wouldn't ask questions anyways, they know better. They would know not to mess around with it because it would be deadly for them as well. That meant that I was a casualty that didn't matter.

Especially to Max.

Tyler would be the only one to care. He would be the only one to search for me, to try to help me.

He's the one who can't be hurt.

He had family. He had someone that would realize that he was missing, that would know something was wrong. As fucked up as his parents are they would still know when something wasn't right with their son. They would call him and he wouldn't answer.

They would want to meet for a horrid lunch and he wouldn't show.

They would know and they would try to figure it out.

I can't think like that though, Tyler getting hurt isn't an option. Its not going to happen. He's going to be safe and he always will be. I would rather die a hundred times than put him through any more pain.

Though my ind can't stop thinking that I know that Tyler's dad is a lawyer and he probably knows some powerful people. I wonder if they're as powerful as Max? Could they help me get out of this?

No. I couldn't even ask if I wanted to. If they wont help their own son what makes me think they're going to help the whore who's fucking him?

I cant even believe I'm saying that. I don't even recognize myself anymore. I really don't.

I also don't want to go back to the old me though. I'm content with the fact that there is now someone else in my life that I would put before me. I care about him, I really do. I woulndn't be doing all this fucking dealings and shit if it wasn't for him. I would still be dancing on the damn poll and fucking men in the back.

I know theres a chance I'll have to go back to that at some point but I don't want to.

Being with Tyler has made me feel so dirty when I do that. Not the good, sexy dirty either. The dirty, slutty, whore type. He makes me feel like I can do better than that, even if I actually have no idea what I can do that's better than that. As much as I want to believe hes right and that I'm smart enough and good enough for the life he thinks I can have, I don't think I am.

There's part of me that is yelling what are you doing? You're always going to be a whore. Stick with what you know. Don't end up on the street. Why are you listening to some random man? But he's not some random man, he's my boyfriend.

He stands up for me and that is why I am going to stand up for him.

He cares about me and I care about him.

That's all there is.

That's all I need to focus on the next twenty four hours.

When I left Max I was a wreck. I couldn't focus on anything, I was almost numb from the conversation. I had a bag of clothes with me that I changed into and I left with my coat in hand. I ended up going to a small park near my house that I'd been to a few times. I didn't know why I went there. I guess its because I didn't want Tyler to see me like this. When everything sank in I started crying. Sobbing actually. I couldn't stop. I was shaking and freezing but I refused to put on my jacket. I enjoyed the sharp pain of the wind against my skin. I welcomed it. It felt like I was punishing myself for all my fucking stupidity. All my mistakes. I just sat there and let it all come out.

I was trying to think of a way out of it all but I couldn't. Tomorrow was inevitable.

Maybe though I could do something after? I mean, I didn't need the money. I could just do the deal tomorrow and never talk to Max again. Never go back there, never speak to anyone from there. Tyler and I could either move in with Aiden or something. I just needed to get through tomorrow.

I don't even know how long I was there for. I left when it was dark.

People probably stared, I didn't even think about that. I wasn't conscious enough of my own surroundings to even know there were people around me until I left. I hoped that I didn't look too bad. I hoped that Tyler wouldn't notice.

He did. He noticed immediately.

I brushed it off and luckily he didn't ask questions. He didn't even realize that I had changed outfits.

He was such a good fucking boyfriend and the guilt was just radiating from me. He cooked me dinner and the entire time all I could think about was making sure nothing bad happened to him. He was good to me, he did whatever he could for me. He was trying to make me smile.

As we sat there eating my thought process started changing. I shouldn't be a sulking mess around him, I should be happy. At least I have him. At least he cares about me.

I can do this. I can be happy with him. My idea from the park came flying back into my head. I can get through tomorrow and be done and never go back. Once tomorrow is done if I don't get the money I'll just fucking leave. I don't care anymore. I won't let this come between us. I can't let Max win. I care about Tyler too much for that.

My thoughts turned into words without my knowledge and I had told him I cared about him. I know I didn't tell him often and he wanted to hear it. I knew he did. He just didn't understand all the motivations behind it this time.

I couldn't stop myself from kissing him. I needed him. He gave into me instantly.

Now we're laying in bed. I'm curled against his side, my legs intertwined with his. I need to enjoy this. I need to make sure that I take in every single detail of this moment

Just in case.

I'm worried about tomorrow, I don't know what this job is. I want to make sure I can give Tyler an out. I need to make sure I can distance myself from him and we'll both be okay.

I don't think I can do that.

I don't even think its possible anymore.

When he had left this past weekend I had thought I would be able to do it. I really thought that okay, I can do this. I'm still in a place where I could leave if I needed to. I was wrong though. I couldn't. I wouldn't admit it to myself but looking back now I had missed him like crazy. I had wanted him and craved him every single fucking minute that he wasn't with me.

"Thank you." I whispered at him as we laid in the dark.

"For what? Dinner? Or having you for dessert?" He chuckled.

"Everything." I meant it.

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