Olivia's POV:

Ashley had steadily become a constant in my life. Which I was forever grateful for, despite the fact that I would never openly voice my opinions with him.

Often, we would go out together, not necessarily on dates, but mostly just to bars for late night drinks. On occasion, I could convince him to take me to the movies, or out for dinner. And it was really fun, getting to spend time with the supposedly 'good' Ashley.

He's said that he managed to extend his stay in New York for two note weeks, only two weeks. That was twelve days ago. So I officially was almost at the end of my days with Ashley. And that made me... Sad. I truly cared for the guy, maybe in a romantic way, maybe as a friend, all I know is that I did. But he probably didn't.

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"Hey Liv!" Ashley shouted as he walked through my apartment. Uninvited.

I rolled my eyes at the intrusion, and clutched the white towel around my body even tighter as I peered out from my room.

"Hey Ash. Remind me to never give you a key to anything I own, ever again."

he chuckles as he plops himself down on my couch, scrolling through his phone.

I scowl, "find, make yourself at home."

He he glances up at me and winks, "that's what I figured."


Ashley's POV:

Courtney and I got along great. I teased her, she teased back. It was simple, easy fun. And I actually enjoyed spending time with her, unlike all of the other girls I'd slept with, and then left.

We we would go out most nights, mostly to bars. But sometimes, she would complain and whine until she's convinced me to stay in. Then we'd order pizza and watch Netflix. Personally, I enjoyed the data in more since then I would have her all to myself, and there wouldn't be any other guys trying to flirt with her.

I knew that Olivia was convinced that we were friends, and we were, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to be the only guy allowed to flirt with her, and make her blush with compliments on how amazing she was. I wanted to make her laugh whenever she was down and homesick. Hold her whenever she felt alone. And most of all, I wanted to be the one to bak her stop stripping. I think I loved her, and what boyfriend would want for their girlfriend to continue with stripping for every horny guy in New York?

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I loved the fact that Liv had given me a key to her apparent, although she claimed that it was just because I always came at the worst times. I opened the door swiftly, yelling a quick 'hello' and made my way to the couch where I put my feet up and scrolled through her account on Instagram. Not creepy at all right?

"Hey Ash. Remind me to never give you a key to anything j own, ever again," Olivia appeared from the midst of her bedroom, her thin, curvy frame wrapped in a immaculate white towel. I felt my pants immediately tighten at her relaxed appearance and lack of dress. I hastily looked away, desperately trying to rid myself of my painful boner. The things that girl does to me.

When I looked up again, she was gone. I couldn't get her out of my head; she was so pretty. Her beautiful, thick, blonde hair. Her baby clue eyes. The way her skin looked silky smooth. And her pink, plump full lips. Damn... I what I wouldn't give to be able to kiss those pouty lips of hers.

The hardest part of having met Olivia before was that I just didn't remember her. I have no memory of kissing her, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips, her soft moans as I thrusted into her. I don't even remember what she felt like, the feeling of her tight walls wrapped around my cock.

And my boner was back. Damn I was whipped.

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I loved her. I wanted her. I needed to posses her. I ached to feel her beneath me. But she decided to play hard to get. So instead, I watched as the blood pooled out of her lifeless body from the wounds created by my hand..

Notes

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