Syn hadn't said a word to me since he practically dragged me out of the dining room. He led me to his room in complete silence and once we got inside he immediately went to the restroom. I contemplated knocking on the door but decided against it. He was fuming on the way over, and although I wasn't afraid of him, I didn't want to push his buttons.

I sat at the edge of the bed and played a random game on my phone for a few minutes until I heard the door open. I lifted my head to the restroom door and Syn walked out with the sleeves on his dress shirt rolled up and a lit cigarette between his lips. He looked devastatingly alluring. Under different circumstances, I would've let him know just how sexy I thought he was but now wasn't the time.

He walked to the balcony and leaned on the rail as he took several long drags, blowing out a cloud of smog with each one.

Syn?" I spoke up softly. He turned around to face me and raised a single brow in response. "Are you okay?"

He nodded his head as he blew out another cloud of smoke. "Why wouldn't I be okay, Queen?" I stiffened when I heard my name. I was more used to him calling me 'Princess'. The only time he ever called me Queen was when he was pissed.

"I don't know. You seem upset," I said honestly. I had no idea why he was upset at all to be truthful. He wasn't an easy person to read.

At all.

"I'm not upset at all. In fact, I find that it makes me ecstatic to see that your ex-boyfriend is comfortable enough to kiss you," he said, his face deadpanned.

"That's seriously what this is about?" I asked with a scoff as I stood up from the bed. "Are you serious, Syn?"

"Dead serious."

"It was a kiss on the cheek. How are you going to be upset at me for him kissing me?" I asked in complete disbelief. I knew Syn had some insane moments but this felt like another new high. "You're being ridiculous, Syn."

At that, he glared at me and threw his cigarette over the balcony before storming toward me. Shit. "I'm being ridiculous?" He hissed in a low and threatening voice.

I crossed my arms and held my ground as I looked into his green eyes. The green eyes I had admired so much were filled with an emotion that I couldn't place...I wasn't sure I wanted to. "You are."

He scoffed and shook his head at me. "You can't be fucking serious."

"I'm dead serious," I mocked. I knew I was being a bitch for sure, but right now none of that mattered to me. If he wanted to yell and be upset over nothing at all, I could do the same.

"If Mia kissed me on the fucking cheek you would go ballistic, would you not?" He hissed.

"I would not," I said confidently as I wrapped my voice in a wrapping paper called lies.

"You're lying. You would be pissed as hell, but you would never mention it to me because lying to me is always your first instinct!"

My eyes widened at what he said and I felt tears sting my eyes. I couldn't even think of a reply because I knew deep down he was right. I didn't intentionally lie to him, but it happened quite often. I was always too intimidated by him to be completely honest.

Before I could say anything to him a knock sounded at the door. I walked over to it and opened it. "Hi Queen," Matilda spoke up as I gave her a sweet smile. "This is yours." She held up the gift that Sebastian had gotten for me and I gently took it from her hands.

"Thank you so much, Maddie," I said with a sweet smile. I was holding back tears but I refused to have her involved in what was going on between Syn and I.

"You know I hate that nickname, dear," she said as she placed her hands on her hips.

"That's why it is perfect," I countered. She shook her head softly as she tried to conceal a smile and walked away.

As soon as she left my smile dropped as I knew I would now have to face Syn once again. I closed the bedroom door as I walked back into the room and placed the red gift bag on the bed, Syn taking that as an invitation to sit right next to it.

"By all means, don't let my presence stop you from opening your precious gift," he said, gesturing towards the bag.

"I'm not opening it."

His jaw clenched as he looked into my eyes. "Open it."

"Fine," I agreed and he leaned forward onto his elbows as he waited for me to open it. "But..." I started. "I would like something first."

He rolled his eyes and looked away from me. "What?"

"I want a kiss."

"Then go get one. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind," he said.

I almost let myself give a petty remark in return, but I snapped myself out of it. To him he had a valid reason to be upset and I'm sure if he let Mia kiss him, I would be fuming as well-regardless of whether or not I told him.

I was just trying to calm him down.

"Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't mind," I teased.

His head snapped up to me and he furrowed his brows. "I'm not your boyfriend."

"Not yet." My words seemed to assuage his fiery anger and he nodded slowly as he stood up."Stop being mad at me, please?" I asked as I laid my hand on his chest. He stepped towards me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my body firmly against his.

"No," he replied. Before I could answer I was interrupted by his lips being crashed down onto mine. I parted my lips to welcome his and I moaned as I ran my hands along his broad shoulders. He suddenly pulled away and raised his brow at me.

"Why did you stop?" I asked with a pout. Whether or not it was his intention, it was cruel to be completely honest. Kissing him had become one of my favorite things to do.

"Open the gift, Queen."

I bit my lip as I turned to the gift and slowly reached out my hand for it. Although I didn't think Sebastian would get me anything inappropriate I was still worried. Syn already got this upset over a kiss on the cheek and I couldn't imagine what would happen if this gift wasn't one hundred percent friendly.

"Surely you can go faster than that?" He asked, crossing his arms.

With a final deep breath, I took the decorative paper out of the bag and reached my hand in to grab a soft rectangular box. I pulled the jewelry box out and eyed it with a sigh, terrified yet intrigued to open it.

"Well go on then," Syn said.

I rolled my eyes at him and open the box, exposing a diamond charm bracelet with a shiny heart dangling from it. I picked up the note that was inside the box and read it hesitantly.

I figured I should get you a gift fit for a Queen.
Wear this bracelet as a reminder of my never ending devotion to you. Diamonds last forever, as will my love for you. I will always be yours and you will always be mine.
- Sebastian xoxo

My breath hitched as I read the note and my eyes widened. Fuck. Why can't things just go my way for once as I want them to? Syn noticed my reaction and took the note from my hands. As he read the note I could've sworn I saw what looked like flames in his eyes.

"What the fuck is this?!" he roared.

The shock from the words on the note and his tone left me paralyzed. "I-..."

"You what?" He asked in a tone that was borderline deadly.

"I- I didn't know that was in there," I said.

"Clearly you fucking didn't." He scoffed.

"It's not my fault that he-"

"Nothing is ever your fault is it, Queen?!" He snapped. "It's not your fault that he kissed you and now it's not your fault that he practically confessed his love to you?!" I trembled at his tone and shook my head. I don't know how I seemed to always get myself in these situations. I felt weak and sat at the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

"How is it my fault? I can't control what he does."

"No you can't, but you can prompt it. What was that you said about Mia? 'No girl would embarrass themselves that way unless it was true' well now look at this. 'No man would confess his love to a girl he felt he had no chance with'. Somewhere, somehow, you gave him hope. So when?" He asked as he pulled up a chair in front of me.

He leaned forward in his seat until his face was a few inches away from mine. I was never afraid of him before but right now my heart was racing. His anger when Mia killed me wasn't even a match to this. I ignored the way my core clenched at his touch on my thighs and tried to focus on the situation in front of us.

"I don't know. But if I did, it wasn't intentional. I don't have feelings for him, Syn. You have to tru-"

"Don't tell me to trust you," he warned me. "I trusted you when you told me the two of you were just friends, and now I see this."

"Syn, please," I pleaded with him. "I had no idea, okay? I'm sorry."

His eyes searched mine for a long moment before running his hand through his hair and shaking his head. "I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to do this," he said in a low tone, rubbing his temples. "I know I'm supposed to be talking to you, but you're pissing me the fuck off, Queen."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and shaking my head. "You know what?" I stood up. " I had zero idea that Sebastian was going to do what he did, okay? I didn't know-"

"Don't say that you didn't know he had feelings for you." He rubbed the stubble of his jaw as he looked up at me. "You and I both know that'll be a goddamn lie."

I shut my mouth, his last words leaving me stunned. Not because he was being a dick-which he was, but because he was right. Kind of. Sebastian was always flirtatious after we broke up, but I never acted upon any of his advances. I always turned them down if anything.

"Doesn't it mean anything that I don't feel anything for him?" I looked down at him.

"Not if you keep hanging out with him knowing that he wants you."

"So you're telling me not to hang out with him?"

"I'm not telling you anything." He stood up and walked past me to the restroom and I followed him. He turned on the shower, removing his clothes and I watched him as he ignored my existence.

"He's my friend, Syn," I said in a low voice, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah." He nodded, swinging his head in my direction, "you said that." He went into the shower, and slid the glass door shut, the fog only allowing me to see a silhouette of him.

I leaned against the counter and rubbed my temples, searching for a solution to this mess. This was our first big fight, and it wasn't ending up in sex like it did in the movies. It was a big shit show. I didn't know what to say to him to make him forgive me. I had already apologized, what more could I do? I didn't know the answer to that question, but I did know that I couldn't leave things between us like this. I didn't want his mind to jump to conclusions about me and Sebastian in my absence.

Finally deciding that doing nothing wasn't an option, I removed my shoes and stepped into the hot shower. Syn's back was to me and I laid my head on his back, taking a deep breath. "Sebastian will always be a part of my life, Syn. My parents love him. I couldn't cut him off if I wanted to." I sighed. "But I can set boundaries. I'll tell him that you're my-I'll tell him I'm seeing someone and that he needs to-"

"Am I not good enough to be your boyfriend?" He muttered, making me lift my head. He turned around and looked down at me, waiting for an answer and I gave him a small smile.

"You're more than good enough," I admitted.

"You'll tell him that you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"What if he wants to meet him?"

"Then I'll introduce you." I bit my lip.

"I don't want to meet that fucker again." He scowled.

I laughed, nervously twiddling my thumbs before looking back up at him. "Are we good?"

"Depends," he stepped towards me, making me back up against the wall.

"On what?"

"This." His lips mouth moved against mine, attacking by mouth and I moaned into the kiss. His wet hands lifted the dress over my head, and I lifted my arms. I took a step away from him, rushing to remove my wet garments before looking back up at him.

My lips greedily met his and he kissed me back with the same ferocity. His large hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our lips molded together in a passionate dance, each of us fighting for control. I ultimately gave in and let him control every ounce of my being and my moans went muted against his lips.

His tongue hungrily explored my mouth and I readily accepted and returned his actions. He pulled away from me and I saw his eyes glazed over with desire as he looked at me.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I didn't even have to think about my response. I nodded instantly and he walked a couple of steps, pushing my back against the shower wall. I winced as my back hit the freezing cold shower wall and he raised a brow at me.

"Oops," he teased as his mouth moved to my neck in torturously slow sucking and licking my skin. He slowly lowered me back to the shower floor, but kept his lips on my neck. He pulled away from my neck and quickly turned me around, I grimaced again when I felt the cold wall press against my chest. He came closer to me from behind and kissed my shoulder and below my ear making me shiver.

"Part your legs." He whispered in a commanding tone and electric impulses shot throughout my entire body.

I followed his instructions and laid my hands on the wall and parted my legs slightly. I was thankful for the water that ran down our bodies. It somewhat doused the flames that were growing within me. I felt his hard body press against mine from behind and he moved my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I waited in anticipation with heavy breathing as I felt his hot breath on my shoulder.

He grabbed my hips and brought his lips onto my neck again. He began kissing and nipping at it and I let out an involuntary moan. I felt his hard cock pulsating behind me. I felt the edge of his sharp fangs prick my neck as he licked the blood that came out. What would've usually felt incredibly painful only added to the pleasure I was feeling.

His fingers slowly traveled down my hips to between my legs as he trailed his finger over my lips. My breath hitched when I felt his fingers circling my clit in agonizingly slow circles.

A sensation in my core began growing and I trembled against him. Waves of euphoria flowed from my toes to my legs and up my body as I threw my head against his body in immense pleasure.

The pressure began to be too much and I began shaking softly against his body. His other hand traveled to my abdomen to keep me steady and I was glad for it because my legs would've definitely given out.

I let out a loud moan as my toes curled and I sucked in a large breath as his torturous finger movements became increasingly satisfying. My cheeks began heating and I became hot under his touch.

I brought my hand over his hoping to slow down his movements for a moment so I could catch my breath. But as soon as I did it, he stopped moving his hand.

"Move your hand, Princess," he said. I felt his sharp teeth grazing my skin and the feeling made me shudder. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm down and he spoke again. "I won't ask again."

At his warning I slowly moved my hand away and gripped his forearm. My nails dug into his skin as he continued touching my folds. He pushed me against the wall a bit more as I felt his hand travel further down my wetness.

I bit my lip as I felt one of his fingers slip into my core.

"Look how wet you are. Is that for me?" He increased his tempo and slipped in another finger as he rubbed my clit. I couldn't bring myself to answer his question because of the ripples of heat through my body.

He suddenly stopped his movements again and spoke up. "I asked you a question."

All of a sudden a wave of anger shot through me and I was pissed. He was doing this shit on purpose. He was trying to torture me for some reason and I could tell he was enjoying it.

"I fucking hate you," I whispered under my breath. I didn't mean it, but at that very moment a mix of overpowering emotions were controlling me. I wanted to kiss him yet punch him, make love to him yet fight him. It was a mess.

"What did you say?" He asked as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of me.

I shook my head and tried to focus on finishing so he could stop being an asshole but I couldn't because he, of course, wouldn't let me.

"Tell me what you said."

I rolled my eyes and moaned as the pressure in my core built up. "I said I fucking hate you." I groaned.

"Do you really?"

My legs began shaking and I knew I was extremely close. I gripped his arm and shut my eyes as hard as I could.

"A- at...this moment yeahh..." I said.

"Good," he said in a low voice. His velvety voice vibrated throughout the shower and it made butterflies flutter throughout my stomach. "Come for me, Princess."

With his words, I came completely undone by his touch and released against his fingers in a pleasure-filled scream. I felt weak and I tried to catch my breath as I leaned against him. After a few moments, nothing could be heard except the water splashing from the shower and our labored breathing.

"You're beautiful," he spoke up as his finger traced a trail down my stomach.

I lazily smiled and shook my head against his chest, thankful he couldn't see my face right now.

"So are you."