Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 22:55:01 -0800 (PST) From: Demitiri Symone Subject: Jorge Papi 25 Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 19 year old Russian male and this is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or would you just want to talk? Email me at demitiriK@yahoo.com, I respond to everyone :) =] Notes- I hope you enjoy chapter. From now on the chapters will be shorter because I am very busy. But please send feedback :) Sitting across from Jorge I couldn't help but feel all the pressures of the world. The tension in Eric's bedroom was so damn thick I felt like I couldn't even breathe. He had this ice cold, emotionless look in his eyes as thought I no longer mattered to him, as though I was no longer the most important thing in his life, and I'm just not used to that. I know I've treated Jorge not as well as I should have but I'm a human, I make mistakes, and I try to learn from them. At the end of the day I do love Jorge... even though my actions may say otherwise. "Hey Chris." "What's up Jorge?" "Eh, nothing really. How you been?" He replied, still not even looking directly at me. "I've had better days." "You know you've singlehandedly ruined my life right?" "Huh? Come on I know I've been bad but shit I couldn't have been that bad." "You ruined my fucking life Chris, you know you ruined it and you're glad you ruined it. I loved you more than everything, I did everything for you, I took time out of my schedule for your ungrateful ass, I was your bitch and you had me on a leash! I told you I wanted to marry you and love you to the day of my death and what do I get in return? Shit. All the crap I've done for you flush it down the toilet, I'm done." "So is it over between us?" I tried to hold back the tears but his words cut me deep, deeper than any knife could ever cut me. "My mind says yes we are certainly over and we will never get back together but my heart disagrees. Unfortunately you still have a spot in my heart and even though I hate you... I love you all at the same time. You are, without question, the worst thing in my life. You're a drug that's slowly tearing apart my mental strength and killing me, but I don't want to let you go. Just the thought of you sitting on another guy's lap makes me crazy." "Jorge, I don't know what to say. I really wish I could express my feelings as well as you do but I just can't say anything to that. I'm tired of constantly apologizing because now they just seem like empty promises, I just want us to start all over again." "I'm down with that." "Aww! You guys are a couple again! Yay!" Eric couldn't help but jump for joy at the fact that me and Jorge had finally gotten back together. I think I was the happiest about all of this though. Jorge and I were just going through so many ups and downs and I was so freaking stressed about everything I felt like I would collapse at any moment. Truth be told, I somewhat did enjoy the things I did to Jorge. I know I did some pretty shitty things to the guy but seeing people suffer brings me a sick sense of enjoyment. Yep, I truly am one horrible person. But whatever, I have the best guy in the world on my side so he automatically makes me look like a good person. "Come here Chrissy." "Yes?" I strolled over to my man and sat on his lap in the absolute sexiest way ever, hair swinging from side to side and hips rolling, I was definitely trying to turn him on. "I'm giving you a month." He told me in the sternest of tones. "What does that mean?" I was honestly perplexed and had no idea what he was talking about so I started to just stare blankly out the window. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He said as he grabbed my jaw. "You screw me over within one month and we are done forever. I will never look at you, talk to you, or do anything with you. You fuck this up and we're officially done with no chance of ever getting back together. I'm sick and tired of you leading me on, you had my balls in a fucking bag and I'm sick of your shit! I'm the man in this relationship and you better fucking respect me. I'm sick of you controlling me and making me feel like I'm the bad one, get your shit together or just forget about me. Do I make myself clear Chris?" "Yes." I replied. "Yes what?" "Yes sir!" "That's what I thought." "Don't act tough papi, I'm the man in this relationship." "Technically, we're both the man in this relationship but I'm the one in control, I'm wearing the fucking pants." "We'll see about that." I told him with a wink of the eye. "No seriously Chris, you killed my ego and I didn't even feel like a man after a while. I'm not used to being so hung up on somebody and I don't ever let people just screw with my mind like you did. I'm not gonna lie, we did have some great times together but Chris you fucked me up. You fucked me up bad. "Or maybe you're just weaker than you thought." "See there you go doing that shit again! Yo why the fuck do you have to do me like that? I'm standing here telling you how I feel hoping that it would make our relationship better and you already trying to flip shit and say it was my fault. It's the little slick ass comments like that that just make me feel like crap Chris. I'm telling you straight up cut that shit out or I'ma cut you." "You won't cut me." "Aight yo you think I'm a joke? Ok keep testing me. Sooner or later I'm gonna be the reason you in a body bag." "You would kill me papi?" "No I wouldn't, no matter how mad I get I can't see myself ever putting my hands on you. I just don't got that in me." "Well I'm sorry for being such a jackass, I'm sorry for always controlling you, and I'm sorry for emasculating you. I'll try not to be such a prick, honest." "Thanks Chris, that's all I want from you. Just stop being such a fucking maniac." "You're not welcome." I told him with a smile." "The weird thing about you is you're so fragile and so sweet. But then as time goes by you're just a pain in the ass. I always ask myself what the hell is it about you that has me hooked-" "I ask myself that same question Jorge!" Eric shouted out while staring at the television/ "Nobody was talking to you Eric, so shut the fuck up." "Relax Chris, I ain't afraid to beat your ass." "Oh please do baby, I'm waiting for you to beat all over my soft ass." I said while lifting the back of my shirt and poking my butt out a little. "Hey, all mine. No showing off." Jorge said. "But sharing is caring." I replied. "Sharing gonna lead to you getting your ass beat." "I wanna leave now." "Why so soon?" Eric asked me "Cause I wanna have sex." I told him while bouncing on Jorge's lap. "Oh yuck get out my house you freaks!" With that said Jorge just whisked me off downstairs and then to his car. I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and then closed it when I was seated, a true gentlemen. I wanted to talk to him a little bit more as we drove to his house but I just said fuck it and kept quiet. But then again it's felt like years since me and Jorge have had sex and angry sex is always better than regular sex so I decided to get him a little bit riled up. I wanted to make his heart beat faster, I wanted his eyes to get beadier, I wanted his biceps to tense up, I wanted his legs to shake, I wanted to make him hate just so he could fuck me with all the energy he had. "You know Jorge you could slow down a little bit." "You could be quiet." "Don't tell me to be quiet." "Then don't tell me to slow down what the fuck." "I'll tell you what I want to tell you." "Yo seriously don't start your shit!" "And what if I do start it?" "Shut the fuck up Chris you talk too much." "And what the heck are you gonna do about it? You gonna pull the car over and beat me ass? Psh yeah right I'm shaking in my boots." I swear I am gonna break your neck one day! Damn you annoying!" "Do something! You always flapping your fucking lips saying you gonna do this and do that but you never do anything! You're all talk Chris, always have been always will be! Punk ass little bitch!" "We're here! Now get the fuck out and wait for me upstairs!!" Even though he looked pretty angry at me I could tell it was just sexual frustration, and I just wanted to get out all of that frustration. I hopped out his car and pranced my little pretty behind right up to his bedroom and sprawled myself on his bed. Before I could even kick off my shoes Jorge was already standing in the doorway with fury in his eyes. "Why you looking at me like that?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "You talk a lot of shit, I'm sick of your smart ass mouth." "Well do something, tough guy." "Go ahead, keep on talking." "You see I'm talking right? Damn you so-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before Jorge pounced on me like a lion. I just hope I was ready to take what he gave me.