August

Henry. Fucking. Milton.

That name alone can cause rage to flow through my body like an erupting volcano.

Seventeen days. Seventeen days, I've gone without touching her because of that fucker.

The day Robin's mom died, she spent the night. We did something we had never done before. For once, we acted as if we didn't hate each other. I held her close all night, wiping her tears as I rocked side to side. And I enjoyed it. But apparently, she didn't feel the same way.

The next morning she told me our whole enemies with benefits thing was off. Her only explanation being;

"Something has changed, August. That's not a good thing when it comes to us. I'm sorry."

I still don't know what the hell that means, but I respected her decision and despite the aching blue balls I have from it, I haven't said anything about it. I also haven't slept with anyone in seventeen fucking days. That's a record for me. I could go out and get some, but for some fucked up reason, my body wouldn't allow me to have sex with anyone but Robin. It's like I'm in a curse or something and I hate it.

Four days after she ended things, I had to find out she started dating Henry Milton. He was a manager at the coffee shop and a real fucking ass-hat. He hasn't done anything–we haven't even spoken to each other–but he's still an ass-hat for stealing my girl.

I run a hand over my face and adjust myself as Robin, Marie, and Damien step out of the kitchen. My eyes dart to Robin immediately.

"You sure you'll be alright, man?" Damien asks.

My eyes remain on Robin, watching her every move as I reply, "I'll be fine. Get out."

I adjust myself once again and I notice Robin's eyes follow my hand. I let my crotch go, a grin settling on my face.

Marie wanders off somewhere and after a minute or so, there is a crashing sound. "Damien, honey, may you come help me, please?" She shouts and Damien rushes off.

We're alone. I haven't been alone with Robin since that night. She stands up, the dress she is wearing riding up slightly. "Fuck." I mumble before standing.

I begin walking towards her, and she glances at me in confusion. When I reach her, I back her up against the wall and plant my hands on the side of her. As I tower over her, she stares up at me with a scowl.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whisper-shouts.

I rub my thumb over her lip to resist the urge to kiss her. "You look so fuckin' sexy, Robin."

She stands on her tippy toes and leans closer. "I have a boyfriend and you know that." She whispers.

My jaw tightens, and the grin leaves my face, instead being replaced with a glare. I take one hand off of the wall and move it down to her waist. She gasps as I lean closer, my breath on her neck as I speak.

"Does he make you feel the way I do, Robin?"

When she bites her lip, my hold tightens on her waist. "What? Infuriated? Disgusted? Irritated? No. No, he doesn't."

I brush my lips against hers and feel her shiver against me. "Does he make you cum as hard as I do?" I whisper against her lips. She stares at me for a moment, a spark in her eyes that she always has when we're around each other, making me damn-near forget my own name.

But something snaps and the spark is gone. Robin places her hands on my chest and pushes me away.

"Shut up." She replies. I return to my seat as she begins pacing in front of me.

I sit in a figure-four leg lock position, folding my hands and staring at her with a smile. "Does he know exactly when you're going to cum? Exactly how to make you cum? Tell me gorgeous, do you moan and scream his name like you do mine?"

"August, shut the hell up." She replies, running a hand through her hair as she continues to pace.

I laugh. "Do you imagine me pleasuring you? Is that how you get off? Because you know I'm the only one that can make you feel this way?"

She stops pacing and turns to me, her face flushed and fists clenched. "God, I hate you."

I lean forward, dropping my leg to the ground. "Look at you, not even denying it. I bet you're probably dripping wet for me right fucking now, aren't you, Robin?"

Robin strides forward and hits my chest. "Would you shut up! I hate your arrogant ass, August! I hate you so fucking much."

I pull her closer, making her sit on my leg. I move a strand of hair behind her ear and par her hand. "Hey, hey, calm down. It's all right."

She wipes her forehead and nods. "Thank you-"

"It's okay to miss my dick, baby. A lot of women do. Don't be ashamed."

Her nostrils flare and her eyebrows lower. "Asshole!" She responds, hitting my arm.

Robin

The waitress turns to me and I fake smile at her. "What would you like to drink, ma'am?"

"Diet Pepsi, please and thank you."

She nods, jots it down on her notepad, and turns to Henry. As she takes his order, she touches her arm. He doesn't move it, instead smiles at her. I also notice his eye direction move to her breasts, and he doesn't look away until she walks away, only to bring his gaze to her ass instead.

"Henry." I deadpan.

This is the third time he has done this since we arrived at the restaurant tonight.

He turns around, annoyance written all over his features. "What?"

"I saw you staring at her."

He rolls his eyes. "Robin, don't start this shit please."

"It's called respect, Henry. We haven't even been dating for a month and you're not even trying to respect me enough to not stare at another woman's ass in front of me."

He runs a hand over his face. "I was not looking at her, Robin." He mutters.

I grow angry. "Yes you were. Are you calling me a liar?"

"You're fucking delusional."

"Henry, I saw you! Are you serious right now?"

His facial expression turns into one of softness. He touches my hand. No spark. My body doesn't heat up. Nothing. "Why don't you trust me, honey?"

Maybe I was just seeing things. I wouldn't be surprised. My head has been so screwed up since I called things off with August, the other day I fired someone and cried.

I exhale a deep breath, coming to the conclusion that I had just seen things. "Let's just continue with dinner, okay?"

He smiles and kisses my cheek. "Excellent."

For the remainder of dinner, Henry talks about himself as usual. That seemed to be all he ever spoke about and if I even dared to imply it, he would scold me or convince me I was the one always talking about myself.

As I am paying the bill, I catch him staring at another woman's ass. Anger grows inside of me immediately. Not because I was jealous, but because I knew exactly how he was going to react if I confronted him. It was basically a replay of my previous relationships. The sad thing is, I would rather be in a relationship I wasn't happy in than confront the feelings I was starting to grow about him.

I pay the bill, grab my purse and leave the restaurant before he has a chance to turn around. Once I am in the car and ten minutes away from my house, he calls. I don't answer, too exhausted to deal with anyone right now.

When I reach the house, I notice I have left it unlocked. I shake my head in disappointment as I step inside. Leaving the light off, I remove my heels and toss my bag on the couch as I make my way to the dining room.

When I walk inside, I flinch and screech, seeing August sitting at the table, holding a bottle of beer. "Jesus–August, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He takes a sip. "I wish I knew."

"How'd you even get in?" I ask, waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

He shoves his hands in his pants pocket and seconds later, tosses a key on the table. "Had a key." August takes another sip of his beer. "You want it back?"

I shake my head and remove the bottle from his hands. He allows me to do it with no resistance. I pour it out in the sink as I speak. "You have a game tomorrow. You know you can't drink this stuff, baby."

Baby? Where the hell did that come from?

"Sorry." He mumbles.

I turn the stove light on and face him. "Why are you drinking, anyway?"

He stares at me for a moment, squinting his eyes and leaning closer as if trying to find something. After a while, he sits back and sighs.

"Doesn't matter. My head feels like someone is fuckin' banging a hammer against it. " He says, standing up and wanders off somewhere.

I pour a glass of water for him and grab the Tylenol bottle from my purse before looking for him. I find him lying on his back on my bed. I take a seat on the side of him and hand him the water.

He sits up lazily and takes a sip as I open the bottle and place a pill in his hand. He accepts it and drinks it with the water, staring at me intently as he does so.

"Drink it all, dufus. What sense does it make to get drunk before your game anyway, Augu-"

He cups my face. "Leave him." He whispers and my breath hitches.

"Stop, ple-"

"He isn't good for you, Robin."

"And you are?"

He rubs his thumb on my cheek softly. "I can learn how to be."

My mouth parts at his words. I lean forward, an inch away from his lips. God, I miss kissing those lips. His lips graze against mine and when he is about the kiss me, I move back. "No." I say.

He lets go of my cheek and stares at me with a look of hurt. "What?"

"We can't do this. Me and you… it can't happen. It's not supposed to be like this. We hate each other, remember? I don't like you, you don't like me. We're enemies. We've tried to kill each other bef-"

"What if we don't?"

I grab a blanket and place it over him. "What?"

"Why do we have to hate each other?" He asks, staring at me with the most adorable frown.

I give him a small smile. "Because that's easier."

"What do you mean?"

"Hating each other is better than getting heartbroken again, August." I reply and kiss his cheek. "Now leave me alone."