So this is the next chapter. I really didn't know what I wanted with this, but here it is. I hope you enjoy! Please review.


Henry's POV

She hasn't picked up her phone in two weeks after she left my place. I am working out with my friend Ben and he is talking about something.

"Dude, earth to Superman. Are you even listening?"

I look up at him while I press another 200 lb. "What?"

"Damn where is your head? Remind me to never work out with you again if you're in this state. Now tell me what is bothering you?"

I get off the bench and stand in front of him, he is a very tall man. "Nothing is bothering me."
"Bullshit, stop fucking around Henry. We are friends right?" He looks me straight in the eyes and I avert my gaze. Am I really gonna tell him about Sacha?
"Yes."

"So spit it out. What happened? I know you." He sits down on the bench and takes a sip of his water bottle.

"So, I had this girl over the other night… and now she isn't taking my calls."

Ben's head shoots up. "Who is this girl that she isn't drooling all over you and can I meet her? There has never been anyone to resist you and here she is."

"Fuck you, forget I ever said anything." I walk towards the showers and he walks after me.

"Okay, sorry man that was cruel. Just talked to me. Why do you think she hasn't called?"

I exhale audibly. "I don't know man. She is just avoiding me. Should I go to her house?"

"Wait… you know where she lives? Dude what are you even doing here? How long have you been waiting?"

I shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Uhm.. about two weeks."

He throws his towel towards me. "Are you kidding me? You better get your ass to her front door before I am seriously kicking you out of here."

*one hour later*

It's already getting dark when I pull up at her house. I bought flowers again, maybe that will help? I walk up to her door and knock. I hear footsteps on the stairs.

"What?" The door flies open and her face goes from aggravated to shock within seconds.

"Hi." I smile at her but that fades easily when her face goes back to aggravated.

"Hey Henry, what are you doing here?"

"I didn't hear from you in a while and I thought maybe I did something wrong."

Her look softens. "No… no you didn't I'm sorry. Why don't you come in." She walks away from the door to the kitchen and I follow her.


Sacha's POV

"These are for you." I take the flowers and smell them. He is always so thoughtful.

"Thank you, they're lovely." I smile at him while I put the flowers in a vase.

"Please Sacha, talk to me." I shoot him a look not to go there and I see his face in an expression of hurt. I immediately feel guilty.

"I really don't wanna talk about it Henry." He gets up from the bar stool, his eyes never leaving mine. He comes closer and I step back, pinning me against the counter.

"Why?" His gaze is sweet with a hint of concern. My breath hitches when he puts his hands on either side of me on the counter and leans in. "Why? It is because of me. You know you never call me Henry unless I did something."

Feeling my cheeks burn I try to get my thoughts in order. "I-it is you." With that he steps back, his hands falling to his side. He looks hurt. "I can't be friends with you anymore."

He doesn't say anything and just stands there, totally defeated. "I should go."

I move closer to him and he steps back. "No Henry you don't understand."

His eyes shoot up when I call him by his name again. "I don't need to understand, it just hurts okay. I thought we were friends. I thought maybe…"

I look at him with curiosity. "You thought maybe what?" All of a sudden he moves closer and pushes me back against the counter with more force than he probably intended.

I swallow hard and bite my lip to prevent me from groaning as I bump into the counter. His face is very close to mine. "Tell me what I felt two weeks ago was all a lie. Tell me I imagined it. Tell me Sacha!"

He yells! He never yells. Not to me at least. I avert his gaze and stare into the distance. With his hand he palms my cheek and pulls my face towards his again, our eyes meeting. "Tell me." His pleading eyes boring holes in my soul.

"It's not." I whisper and before I can react his lips are on mine. An angry kiss full of passion and desire. When his tongue swipes over my button lip asking for entrance I moan as he slides into my mouth. I grab his hair into my fists and deepen the kiss even more. He lifts me up on the counter and I wrap me legs around him. At that he moans and slightly bites my bottom lip. His hands glide to my hips and he grinds into me letting me know what I am doing to him.

I pull off his shirt and his head goes to my neck, sucking my delicate flesh. When he works his way up he puts his lips to my ear. "I wanted this for so long." He whispers and I shiver. Damn, me too. But I can't say anything so I nod and dig my fingernails into his now bare back.

He teases me with his hand on my thigh. "Please." I beg while I work his belt buckle. He smirks against my neck.

"Please, what?" His hand slides off my thigh but I pull it back there. I internally role my eyes at his question, but when he sucks at my sensitive spot on my neck I loose all control.

"Please, babe I need you." His hand goes up higher on my thigh and he mounds my femininity. I squeal and moan at the contact, even though I still have my pants on. His lips are on mine again and my hand slide into his pants and boxer. I feel him hard in my hand. He groans at the contact and I smile against his lips. We both can play this game.

*RING RING RING*

I groan in frustration. "Forget it." He says against my lips and I do exactly that. The room goes silent again except for our moans and smacks of our lips. He unbuttons my pants and pulls them off. I put my legs around him again, my hand still in his pants. I squeeze a little and he moans.

"Fuck! Stop doing that or I am not gonna last." I smile at his confession and withdraw my hand agonizingly slow. He kisses me again, slowly with a lot of tenderness.

*RING RING RING*

"I'm sorry." I unwrap my legs from around him. He steps back with a sigh and goes to his phone. "What?" He looks back at me and I take him in. His disheveled hair looks like he just got out of bed and he has no shirt on. When he turns his back to me I can see the scratches I made on his back and I gasp. Damn I'm such a sadist.

"Sure, whatever." He hangs up his phone and comes back to me. I put my arms around his neck and want to kiss him again. Instead he puts me down and brushes a hand through his hair. "I need to go."

I shake my head, I clearly didn't hear him right. "What?"

He sighs again and buttons his pants. "I need to be in England as soon as possible." He looks around until he finds his shirt. When he comes back to me I put a hand on his chest.

"You're l-leaving, right now?" I can't move, I am completely paralyzed. I feel so used.

He cups my cheek with his hand. "I am really sorry. I will make it up to you." I look at him and my eyes go from shock to anger real quick. I slap his hand away and storm off.

"Please Sacha listen." He runs after me. I know he is faster than I am but I don't care. I just don't want to see him right now. He jumps in front of my bedroom door so I can't get in. "Please say something."

I push him against his chest but he doesn't budge. I get even angrier and scream in frustration. I pull my arm back, make a fist of my hand and slam it as hard as I can against his chest. I scream in pain and hold my hand close to my body. Damn his chest is way too hard.

"Sacha, are you okay?" He walks forward but I stop him with my stare.

"Go away Henry!" Is all I can say as my tears begin to fall over my cheeks. I walk to the bathroom and leave Henry standing in the hallway. Hoping he would just leave me alone.



Okay, that's it. I know it's a bit long, but this really needed to happen. What do you guys think?