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Chapter 29:
"Nobody gets to call me a good girl."

Eloise-Anne

My naive little soul follows him into his apartment. For once it seems cleaned up. I didn't think he'd do that. He walks straight up to the balcony and lights up his cigarette. He grabs another one and puts it in between my lips before lighting it. I inhale it and blow it out, a small chuckle leaving my lips. 

"What the fuck was that?" I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders. He places his feet on the tiny table and sighs deeply. 

"What's going on with you and Ashton? I think that's the better question." I put the cigarette between my lips again. 

"Don't even remind me," I mumble. "He's been a pain in the ass." He raises his brow at me. "He doesn't want me to even look at you, not that I want to, but he's been making it a punishment or something. I am just done with him making rules for me. He was a lot more fun when we just started dating." 

"Then why are you still with him? I know you said you wanted to leave him before." I shrug my shoulders. "I see, you need something stronger." He walks away and I tap out the cigarette in the ashtray. I stand up from the chair and lean over the railing. There's something very calming about the cold wind that's touching my skin. It's not necessarily cold outside, I even find it perfect. Luke comes back and hands me a joint. 

"Really, Bolton?" I scoff at him. "You want me to get high, again?" He nods excitingly. 

"Maybe I can tolerate you when you are." I roll my eyes and grab the lighter from the table. It doesn't hurt anyone right now. 

My mind is playing games with me. Being here with this pain in the ass feels more comfortable than with Ashton the past couple of weeks. I am rethinking every move with Ashton, while Luke is more at ease with everything. I know I shouldn't compare them. I can never be with that man. The man that doesn't do the commitment thing. I take a puff of the joint in my hand and blow the smoke out seconds after. I just don't feel trapped when I'm with Luke. Ashton has me in this constant chokehold that's been fucking me over. I can't do or say anything whenever I'm with him. 

"Well, speak lady." He says. I turn around, still leaning against the railing, but this time with my back. "Jesus, when's the last time you had an orgasm?" He says. 

"I'm not talking about that with you." 

"Fine, then I'll start. The last time I came inside someone was two days ago." 

"You are disgusting, Bolton." 

"Stop calling me Bolton." 

I'll never call him anything else. As long as he's annoyed by it, it'll remain to be his nickname. 

"No," I chuckle, taking another puff from the joint in my hand. "You're a bad influence, do you know that?" He shrugs his shoulders a bit, enjoying the joint between his lips. 

"I think you should break up with Ashton." He tells me. "He's changed, he's not what he used to be. This is also what happened when he got together with Lila. After a while, he got fucking possessive and it got toxic." I look at him, his pupils are already more dilated. "But maybe don't listen to me, I'm already fucking high." I roll my eyes at him. After I have smoked the joint, I turn around again. "You wanna watch a movie?" 

"I've already been around you for too long," I tell him. "So, it really depends on if you actually want to watch a movie?" I chuckle. Suddenly his doorbell rings and he lets out a quick 'shit'. "What is it?" I ask him confused.