I lean against the bathroom door and bury my face in my hands. I am torn between screaming and breaking something. I hate how easy it is for her to make me come unhinged. She is the one who left. Who does she think she is waltzing back into my life like nothing has changed? I slow my breath and feel a small tear run down my cheek.
“Perfect,” I whisper to myself feeling defeated.
This was going so well apart from the horrible feelings of loss and missed opportunities. I walk to the sink and splash some cold water on my face. I feel better already. I grab a clean pair of boxers from my closet and fix my hair in the mirror.
Time to face the music.
When I open the door she was nowhere in sight. I survey the messed up sheets on my bed and hear a rustle near the front dear. I quickly round the corner and see her topless in her bra and jeans holding her shoes. I catch the door just as she is opening it. I push it shut pinning her between me and her escape. I spin her around to face me.
“Going somewhere?” I question trying to hide my obvious disappointment.
She looks down at the floor, “It just felt like it was time to go.”
I shake my head laughing.
“You seem upset,” she quietly adds.
“I am,” I snap, “I have been for quiet some time.”
“I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”
“What are you sorry for?” My rage is building up inside me again.
“Everything,” she is on the verge of tears now.
“Too late. You always do this to me, promise me something and then fail to deliver.”
She swallows hard as tears start to run down her face.
Enraged at her upset I slam my fist on the door near her head. She winces at the sound.
“And where do you plan to go half dressed?” I snatch her shirt from her hands and toss it to the floor, “Look at me!” I demand loudly.
She raises her eyes to meet mine and stifles back more tears.
“Is this all you want? You come here to fuck me and fuck up my life only to leave when things don’t go your way?” I rip the boots from her hands and throw them to the floor near her shirt, “Well?”
“I am not trying to hurt you or fuck up your life. I just wanted to see you.”
“Or you just wanted to fuck me. You came here for one purpose and accomplished that beautifully. Congratulations. You got what you wanted and I was stupid enough to let you.”
She pushes me back on my heels angry, “This is not what I wanted.”
“No?” I counter, “What do you want then?”
“I told you. I want you.”
“Fuck you,” I could slap her. “You know that I care about you, I always have. You take advantage of the situation every time. You knew what would happen if you came here.”
“I did,” she seethes indignantly. “Does that make it meaningless? God, you act like I’m the only one who wanted to have sex just now!”
I grab her neck and push her hard into my front door and whisper sternly, “Do not mistake my feelings for you, there are many and not all are pleasant.”
She reaches for my hand and tries to loosen my grip on her.
The heat of the moment was palpable. I was torn between choking the life out of her and taking her for a third time.
“Let go,” she breathes forcefully.
I look at her intrigued, “Or what?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4e8cs9/surprise_encounter_part_6_set_up_to_next_scene