Ambrosia by Erin Noelle

stabilized me, but I knew that I couldn’t be without her. Any previous thoughts I had about breaking up with her to set her free and let her live her life like a normal nineteen year old had disappeared after the first day without her. I was a selfish bastard and I was going to keep her as close to me as I could for as long as I could. Whatever it took to make us work, I would do. I didn’t care if I had to drive to Houston a couple of times a week, if that would make her happy and feel secure.
    As I flew down the highway, I cussed myself for allowing the night to play out the way it did. I never should’ve answered the phone. I was all ready for a night in my room, relaxing and talking to Scarlett for a while when Bentley called. Of course I couldn’t refuse the opportunity to meet and hang out with VanderBlue , and my friends would’ve killed me if they knew I had declined the invitation. It turned out a really good thing that we went. I hit it off with front man, Boone, and it appeared there was a good chance for us to join their tour for the second half, which included some international shows as well.
    I knew when Bentley invited everyone back over to my room, she had ulterior motives, but there wasn’t much I could do except un-invite them and that would’ve been awkward. Her reason for riding back to the hotel with me was because I was the only person that hadn’t been drinking. Again, I couldn’t say anything without looking like a complete dick in front of everyone. She thought she was being sexy by rubbing her fake ass boobs on my back and pressing her crotch up against me, but she was really just annoying the shit out of me. I wondered what in the world I had been thinking when I hooked up with her.
    On the walk from the bike to the room, she kept putting her hand on my arm or my back, and I kept moving out of her grasp, hoping she would eventually get the hint. Ultimately, she worked for Jobu’s Rum, but we all knew that we needed her a lot more than she needed us. I couldn’t be flat out rude to her and risk pissing her off, but I wasn’t going to fuck her again so she needed to go ahead and stop trying. I knew that she purposely came outside to say something when she knew damn well who I was talking to. I had only mentioned no less than five times that I had left my phone in the room and needed to call Scarlett. Bentley was a conniving, manipulative, heartless bitch, which made her great at her job, but I had a bad feeling she was going to try and use those same qualities to keep me from my angel. I was determined to not let that happen.
    Three hours later I pulled up to her apartment and raced up the stairs. Not caring in the least that it was four o’clock in the morning, I began banging on her front door with my fists. I didn’t stop until the Medusa-version of Scarlett flung the door open with an evil glare. I had to contain myself from smiling at her, not wanting her to think I was laughing at her, but she was so adorably cute when she was mad. Actually she was fucking hot when she was mad. My dick twitched at the sight of her in her barely-there night clothes; I wished I could screw some sense into her about this whole situation. I wasn’t quite sure how else to tell her that Bentley had just been a convenient fuck, nothing else, and not a very exciting one at that. I wasn’t sure that would score a whole lot of good boyfriend points for me either.
    “What are you doing here?” She rubbed her eyes in disbelief that I was at her doorstep.
    “Can I come in?” I asked.
    “Well, since you came all this way…” She held her arm out ushering me inside.
    I followed her into her bedroom and we both sat on the bed, looking at one another. I didn’t waste any time, I began talking immediately.
    “Scarlett, I came here to prove to you that you are the most important thing to me. You told me you wanted honesty, and that’s what I gave you tonight, but as soon as I did, you just fucking shut