"Bagel!" I snap. "Get down from there right now!"

Bagel hops off the kitchen counter and bounds away. I rub my temples. This fucking dog. I am so not in the mood to deal with him right now.

I feel like shit. I woke up this morning with The Godfather of hangovers. I went though my usual hangover cure routine, then when I finally decided to check my phone last nights events came crashing back into my memory like a bad movie. I went downstairs to get my phone only to find out I'd smashed it to pieces, so I went out to the apple store and bought a new one.

I had over a hundred missed calls and text messages combined, all from Vienna, Cecilia, hell even Danny. But not Winston.

There was nothing from him.

I sent him a text asking if we could talk and had yet to receive a response. Now I was getting annoyed. I did nothing wrong, and I was honest about what happened. So why the hell was he so mad?

I poured all my pent up energy and frustrations into my Yale application, which I'd decided to work on as a means of distraction. The only thing good that had sprung from this situation was that I was finally making some progress.

After awhile I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone. Still nothing from Winston. But Vienna was blowing up my phone and I knew she wouldn't stop until I answered. Or worse, she'd show up here, so I finally picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"HELLO! HELLO?! I HAVE BEEN CALLING AND TEXTING YOU ALL DAY!"

"There's no need to yell," I snap. "I have enough of a headache as it is."

"Woah. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Yeah, someone did."

"Well just to update you, Cecilia is nursing a peak level hangover, as am I. What about you?"

"What do you think?"

"Snappy. So are we gonna talk about why you were crying last night?"

"I wasn't crying."

"Oh right, because water leaking from your eyes isn't considered crying."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Wait!" She shouts. "Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. Danny texted me."

"So? Why should I care if he texted you?"

"He said Winston's been in a bad mood all day."

"And?"

"And I thought it might have to do with why you were upset."

"Well why would it?" I snap again, getting defensive.

"I don't know you, you tell me."

I huff, and while on call open my messages to read the ones from Danny.

Danny: hey Kennedy, what's up? Heard you girls had a wild night

Danny: I know this is weird, but do you have any idea why Winston's so moody today? Maybe he spoke with you

I shake my head. "I have no idea what's going on with Winston. We're not Siamese twins."

"I never said you were."

"Well I'm kinda busy right now, and this conversation feels a bit stupid, so I'm gonna go now."

"Kennedy wai-"

Before Vienna can finish her sentence I hang up. Bagel trots into my room and barks, hopping into my lap. I rub his back.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," I sigh. "I'm just frustrated. This whole situation is dumb. I mean, it's not that big a deal right? Nothing happened. I didn't kiss the guy back. Winston is just being a fucking drama queen."

Bagel stares up at me, then barks.

"Ugh, I know right. Boys are stupid."

He barks again.

I purse my lips. "You're right. I should go see him. If he won't answer my texts or calls, then I'll show up at his door. Let's see him ignore me then."

I stand and set Bagel down, fetching him a treat. "Who's a good boy?" I rub his belly and he yaps happily. "You are. You're so smart and such a good listener."

Kissing him on top of the bead I start getting ready, which just consists of me putting on sneakers. I don't bother changing clothes, doing my hair, or putting on makeup. I grab my phone and keys before rushing out.

...

I have to talk myself up on my way over to Winston's house, because to honest, I'm nervous. Winston and I have never been in a fight before, and I have a sneaking suspicion this is about to evolve into one.

Since I've been over a few times before, the doorman already knows who I am and greets me warmly. "Good evening Miss Davis."

"Evening Richard," I smile. "Do you know if Winston is home?"

"He arrived back about a half hour ago."

Damn it. I was kinda hoping he wouldn't be home so I'd have an excuse to chicken out. Then I frown and shake my head. What the hell? I don't chicken out. I confront problems head on and I definitely don't get scared. With that thought in mind I storm toward the elevators and jab the number to his floor. My leg bounces as the elevator goes up and I take a deep breath, slowly blowing it out.

When I reach his floor the doors glide open and I step out. I walk up to his door and take one last deep breath before knocking. It feels like an eternity before he finally opens the door.

It's like my breath is knocked from me. Why does he have to be so fucking hot? I am mad at him! His hair looks more disheveled than usual, and he's wearing one of his work suits without the jacket, no tie and the top three buttons unbuttoned.

We stare at each other and he doesn't say anything. I hate that his face betrays nothing. He just stands there, staring at me expressionlessly.

"Well? Are you going to invite me in?" I finally ask when the silence becomes unbearable. Without a word he steps aside and opens the door wider, an invitation in.

Once the door is closed I whirl to face him, cutting to the chase. "Why haven't you been answering my calls or texts?"

"I've been busy."

I scoff. "With what?"

He rolls his eyes. "Work Kennedy. Sorry I'm not a little high schooler who gets weekends off."

That stung.

"Oh really?" I fold my arms and laugh. "Well I wasn't a little high schooler when I sucked your dick, was I?"

"Is there a point to this conversation?" Winston asks in a bored tone.

I shake my head in disbelief. "Seriously? Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"Like a fucking asshole!" I shout.

"I'm not the asshole here!" Winston yells back. "But I could be. Maybe I should just let random girls fucking kiss me!"

"That's not what happened and you know it!"

"Then please Kennedy, tell me what happened!"

I shake my head, frustrated. "Nothing! He kept trying to come on to me but I told him no! Then he kissed me but I didn't kiss him back and I pushed him away! I told him I was with you!"

It's like my words fall on deaf ears. "How the fuck did he even get that close that he was able to kiss you?!"

I throw my hands up. "Well he obviously fucking moved!"

"Don't get smart with me now," Winston growls. I've never seen him this mad, at least not at me and I don't fucking get it.

"Why are you so goddamn mad?" I yell. "I was honest with you! I told you what happened which was nothing! I have been calling and texting to try and apologize but you've been ignoring me!"

"You really wanna know why I'm pissed?" Winston steps dangerously close to me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice! And honestly, you have no right to be mad at me. We are not dating!"

Winston laughs darkly. "You're right, we're not. So from now on, I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know."

He turns away and I grab him arm. "Don't fucking walk away from me! You didn't even tell me why you're mad!"

Winston whirls on me, and I step back in shock. "I'm mad because I'm fucking jealous okay?!" He explodes. "I don't give a fuck if his lips touched yours for a second! I'm mad because I don't want other fucking guys dancing on you, touching you, or anything! And if that makes me crazy then fuck it!" He throws his arms up. "I'm fucking crazy! But you're right," Winston chuckles. "We aren't dating. So who cares."

My heart is thudding in my chest. "I care," I whisper. "Maybe I want us to be dating. Maybe I want..." I take a deep breath. "Maybe I want more. So much fucking more."

We stare at each for what feels like an eternity, then without warning Winston grabs my arm, yanks me toward him, and kisses the shit out of me. I moan into his mouth as he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him. I tear off his shirt, the buttons popping off and pinging against the floor. I want him. I want him so bad my entire body is burning.

I don't even remember coming up the stairs, but suddenly we're in his room and on the bed. Everything gets intense from there. His hands and mouth are everywhere, touching and sucking. I felt as if we couldn't get close enough. I push him off me and pull off my t-shirt along with my bra.

Winston's eyes rake over every inch of my body. "You're so fucking perfect," his whispers to me before kissing me again. His lips trail down to my chest and he take a nipple into his mouth. I moan and grip his shoulders as he lavishes each breast. I'm fucking panting here, dripping wet for him. He pulls my pants off and uses his teeth to drag down my panties. His tongue flicks out against my core and I cry out.

"You're always so wet for me," Winston murmurs appreciatively. His tongue swirls around and around my clit, licking and sucking. I'm shaking, not sure if the noises leaving my mouth are even words. I come with a loud cry, my entire body convulsing. He moves back up to kiss me, and I taste my arousal on his lips. It's the hottest thing ever.

Not feeling like I can wait any longer I start unbuttoning his pants and he takes them off. His boxers came next and then we are both completely naked.

"What do you want Kennedy?" Winston's fingers massage my clit and I find myself on the rise of another orgasm. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out.

"Tell me," he increases his speed.

"I want you," I moaned.

"Tell me in a way I can understand."

In a way he could understand? My brain was clouded with him and the pleasure he was giving me. I could barely think. His fingers were relentless and I was sure I was going to to come again.

"Tell me," he repeats.

"I want you to fuck me. Please."

He stopped rubbing me and I almost whimpered. Winston reached across me to his nightstand and pulled out a condom from the drawer. Tearing the packet with his teeth he rolls it on and positions himself over me. His lips find mine again and we kiss, slowly, passionately, before he pulls away to whisper in my ear.

"I'm going to be rough with you."

Before I can process his words he slams into me and I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders. Holy fuck. I don't even have time to get used to him before he's pounding into me relentlessly.

This feels like a punishment, and if this is what punishment feels like, I want to be punished all the time.

I'm moaning beneath him like I'm in a bad porno, but I don't even care. It felt so good. Winston used one of his hands to pin both my hands above my head so I couldn't touch him, and the other he wrapped around my throat. I was shocked. I have never in my entire life been choked during sex before. I've heard stories but to have it actually happen...words couldn't explain how turned on I was right now. He applied just enough pressure that it wasn't painful, but felt good. 

"You make me crazy Kennedy," he growls as he thrusts into me. I clench around him and he hisses through his teeth. "Fuck. You know I have never been jealous before. I've never cared enough to be jealous. Yesterday I was sitting at home after reading your text, and I had no idea what the ugly emotion swirling inside of me was."

He thrusts deep and I moan loudly, my back arching off the bed. "Then today, it finally clicked. I was fucking jealous," he removes his hand from around my neck and I quickly grab it, placing it back. Winston smirks.

"So. You like being choked. I'll remember that, but for now I have something else in mind."

He pulls out and in one motion flips me onto my stomach. "Arch for me baby," he instructs and I obey, my stomach clenching in anticipation. I feel empty without him, and I'm about to ask what he's doing when there's a sharp stinging sensation on my ass. I let out a surprised yelp. Did he just...

He smacks my ass again and I moan, shocking even myself. What the fuck? I don't like this. Or do I? He hits me again and again, and after the fourth time my pussy is throbbing.

"Winston please..." I whimper and push back against him.

"Please what?" He rubs my ass where he smacked it, as if to sooth the pain. I reach up to touch myself in an attempt to relieve the ache but Winston quickly grabs my arm.

"No. I want you to remember this Kennedy," he leans down to whisper in my ear. "I want you to remember me, at school, at home, when you're lying in bed or taking a shower..." he slowly slides into me as he speaks and I open my mouth but no sounds comes out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he thrusts in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, and all I can think about is how I'll always remember this. It's torture, the worst and best kind. Soon the pleasure becomes too much and I scream his name as I orgasm, my body becoming limp as I spiral into oblivion. Winston grips my hips, his movements becoming faster as he chases his own release, and all I can do is lie there and take it.

"Fuck. Shit, shit, shit," he groans as he comes, and him orgasming triggers another mini orgasm in me. He pulls out and collapses next to me, both of us panting and out of breath. I'm not sure I even have the energy to move, but manage to roll over onto my back. Winston pulls me closer and I curl up against him. After a moment, I find the words to speak.

"We should have angry make up sex more often."

Winston chuckles. "Yeah. We should."

It's quiet for a few minutes, each of us in our own thoughts. Finally I sigh. "I'm sorry," I say quietly.

Winston turns his head to look at me, brushing a loose hair away from my face. "I think I should be the one who's sorry. I guess I was acting like an asshole huh?"

"Just a little bit."

He shakes his head and kisses me softly. I snuggle closer to him and he wraps his arms around me. I smile again this skin.

"So. Can I call you my boyfriend now?"

I don't have to look to know Winston is grinning. "Sure. Only if I get to call you smartass for that little comment earlier."

I smack his chest and we both laugh.

...