Victoria POV

Clara and I walk into starbucks, our favorite place to get guys because they have the best dicks (no joke), and she grips onto my hand when she sees her ex James.

"Do you wanna leave?" I side-whisper to her.

She gulps and thinks for a while. I knew how much he hurt Clara and I didn't want even one little memory to flood back because I knew it would terrorize her. I loved her so much, in the way people thought we were in love. She didn't know I did, but I didnt want her to because it would ruin everything.

"Clara." I waved my hand in front of her face and she snaps back into reality.

"Sorry Vic."

She nervously looked for a place to sit and lead me to a table on the other side of the restaurant.

"The usual?" I interlocked my fingers with hers.

She nodded anxiously and I kissed her hand, admiring how soft and delicate it was.

I was so happy we could do this in public, but at home, we literally just had sex with other guys. This was only for guys anyway. I pretty much only had sex to fill an empty void in my life, except I didnt want it to be filled with my screams, I wanted it filled with someone else's screams. I want someone to feel like the only person in the world, even though no one ever tries to make me feel that way.

I order her coffee and hear clinking of boots behind me.

"She was a slut anyway, Andy." A familiar voice says.

"Doesnt mean I should drown my sorrows in coffee."

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