EroticReverie

Peyton....Two Days Later

"Are you fucking kidding me Peyton?" Daniel grits his teeth as we sit at his dining room table.

I couldn't in good conscience let another man try to win me back, knowing he would, while dating another man. 

I've just told Daniel I wanted to break up, and well, it wasn't going well. The table rattles as he slams his curled fists onto it. 

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" his voice bellows, and my eyes go wide and I jerk back in my seat.

"Are you fucking someone else?!" He yells at me and my brows pinch. 

"NO" I yell right back and his lips tighten and he pushes up from the table. 

"Dont you fucking lie to me Peyton" He growls getting right in my face. 

I've never felt so fucking stupid, other than being cheated on by husband. I never saw this coming, this version of Daniel. He was calm, quiet, level headed. He didnt try to intimidate me ever, but I'd also been someone entirely different with him too. But he doesnt yell like Jackson did when we'd fight. This was...scary. I was never scared with Jackson when we argued. 

"I'm n-not" I stammer and he growls. 

"I dont know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you better fucking fix it" he growls and grabs my jaw and I flinch. "Because, we're not breaking up...because I bought a fucking ring for you." HE lets go of my jaw and storms off, and I rub my jaw, tears spilling down my cheeks and I jump when he comes back into the room, leaning back in my seat as he slams a velvet box down onto the table. 

"Daniel I don't want to marry you" I say and he hits me. 

Its quick and it's hard, and it's blinding. His palm cracks hard on my cheek, making my head whip to the side. I sob as I grab my cheek, my face in my hands, and he yanks them from my face. He grabs the box and and opens it, taking my hand in a tight grip and shoving the ring onto my finger.

"You're not fucking anywhere Peyton. And you WILL marry me, because I've fucking put in the work, and you're going to be my god damn wife." 

Stupid. I feel so fucking stupid. My face burns and I just sit there , with the most hideous fucking ring I've ever seen on my finger, and it's superficial but god does it make me cry even harder. I wasn't marrying Daniel. He could go fuck himself. But I wasnt stupid enough to tell him that right now. 

----------

Daniel took me to bed and fucked me harder than ever before. He was angry, that's why. But this angry fuck, wasn't like the angry fucks I'd had with Jackson after an argument. This was mean. This wasn't passionate, this wasnt make up sex. This was punishment. 

I slip out of the bed in the middle of the night. Leave the disgusting ring on the pillow beside his, and slip out his front door, with my purse and my cell phone and get in my car and drive. I cry harder when I realize where I'm driving, without even thinking about it. Then I change course and drive myself away from Jacksons house. Our house, and back to my apartment building.

---

I've stopped crying by the time I step off the elevator. I shut off my phone in the middle of the drive because Daniel woke up and was calling me non stop. I stop as I get off the elevator and in the entry foyer to my skyrise apartment, is Jackson. Asleep against the door, sitting on his ass with his head tilted back, eyes closed. How the hell did he even get in here? How long has he been there? 

I walk over and toe him with the toe of my high heel. Nudging the side of his foot.

"Jackson." I say his name and he groans slightly, his head tilting and then snapping back up. 

"Jackson." I say and his eyes open and then the open wider.

"Baby" he says. I swallow hard and he stands with a sleep smile. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. 

"You werent answering any of my calls or texts." He says.

My brows pinch. 

"I changed my number last year." I say. 

"Oh. Guess I didnt think of that" he says. 

"Have you been crying?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"Go home Jackson" I say and then grab my key and slide it into the lock and open the door to my apartment. 

"I'm already there. Home is where you are little devil." he says and pushes himself in after me and I let him. 

"Why were you crying?" he asks and I keep walking, my heels clicking across the tiles of the hall and towards the kitchen. 

"I wasnt" I say and he follows. 

I grab a hair tie from the drawer and pull my hair back from my face and up into a ponytail. 

He walks over as I turn and he scowls. 

His hand lifts to my face. 

"What the hell happened?" he asks, nostrils flaring and I wince, feeling how tender my cheek bone is. I hadnt even looked in a mirror. Was it swollen.

"Why the fuck do you have a bruise on your face Peyton?" he asks, his hand shaking and his thumb stroking it again and I wince again. 

I push his hand away. 

"I fell." I say. God, way to fucking go Peyton. So believeable. 

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Jackson growls. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

"Jackson just, let it go" I sigh and turn. 

"Let it go?" LET IT FUCKING GO?" He yells at me. But I dont flinch, I dont get scared.

"Thats what I said." I say and walk to the fridge and open it, and pull out a bottle of wine.

"that bastard puts his fucking hands you?" He growls.

"Like you never did?" I ask. "He just got a little rough." I say, lying. Because Jackson has slapped me plenty. Of course with consent, and always during sex, never to be mean to me, or to make a fucking point. But he didnt need to know that.

"Well which is it Peyton, you fucking fell or you think the better excuse it telling me he put it there during sex? And i've NEVER left a god damn bruise on your fucking face Peyton" 

"why are you here Jackson?" I ask. 

"dont change the subject" he growls at me and walks over to me and grabs the bottle of wine and sets it down hard. I look up at him. 

"tell me....what happened...." he seethes. 

"I broke up with him." I say. 

"Before or after this?" he asks and points to my cheek. 

"Before." I say and look away, he cups my cheek again and i wince as his thumb strokes it , even the softest touch making it ache. 

"it hurts when you touch it" I say. 

"baby" he whispers. "fuck...Peyton..." he says and I look up at him, there's tears in his eyes. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him" he says, shaking his head. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him" he says and then leans in and kisses it softly. My eyes closing andd he brushes his lips on the swollen spot. 

"how many times?" he asks. 

"how many times has he hit you?" he asks. 

"just tonight...i broke up withhim...and he....didnt take it well....he accused me of sleeping with someone else....called me a liar....told me he picked a ring, that he was going to marry me...and when i said i didnt want to marry him....he slapped me....then stormed off and came back with a ring and shoved it onto my finger" I say and I look him. 

"If you think this is bad"I say pointing to my cheek. "You shouldve seen that ring Jackson..it was fucking awful" I say and he shakes his head at me.

"I know you're a funny girl Peyton...but now's not the time baby" he says and kisses my cheek again.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly.

I nod. 

"Tell me you're done with him Peyton...and i dont mean done with him and ready to give me a chance..i just mean...tell me you're fucking done with him." 

"of course i am" I say and look up at him. 

"What happened afterward?" he asks. I shrug.

He was pissed and yelling at me while we cleaned the dishes. He...eventually calmed down I guess....then we went to bed. 

"Then what? Did he hurt you again?" he asks. I shake my head. 

"No.....we....I.....we had sex...and once i knew he was asleep...i left." 

He grits his teeth.

"Give me his address." he growls.

"No." I say. 

"Yes. Give it to me, or I'll get it form someone else." 

"Im not giving you his address so you can go kick his door in and get arrested you fucking fool." I say and he growls at me. 

"He doesnt get to hit you and get away with it." Jackson scowls. 

"hurt less than being cheated on." I say and Jacksons nose flares.

"Dont do that right now Peyton. Just fucking don't." he says and I swallow. I nod. Because, it really wasnt fair. While it may be the truth, and physical pain lasted a lot less than emotional, it still wasnt the same. And it wasnt fair to compare him to a man that fucking hit me and purposely wanted to hurt me. 

"You should go home Jackson." I say. 

"Like fuckin hell I'm leaving you tonight Peyton, are you out of your fucking mind?" he says and kisses the bruise. 

"Im not fuckin leaving little devil, so dont even fuckin bother trying alright?" he whispers on my cheek. I just nod. 

"Does he have keys to your place?" he asks. I shake my head. 

"Good girl" he whispers and kisses my other cheek and then my forehead. 

"Go to bed baby" he whispers. 

"You're not sleeping in my bed Jackson" I say. 

He smiles softly. "Well aware of that baby." 

"But...can you...lay with me while I fall asleep?" I ask and he nods.

"yeah baby, i can do that" he whispers.