This Life ? (J.C)

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"It was." She snickered. "But, it's nothing. Nothing's happening. We're just... fooling around, you know."

"Which is exactly what I told you not to do." Ryan spat. "Jus- forget it. Forget it. You're obviously too drunk to have this conversation. Go to bed, we'll discuss this in the morning." Ryan started down the hall again.

"Ryan!"

"No Joy, I warned you about this. Sober up and tomorrow we'll talk options. Oh, and happy fucking New Year." Ryan spoke without a hitch, not even giving Joy the satisfaction of a single glance over his shoulder.

Defeated, she let her back fall against the wall. She covered her face with her hands, letting out a heavy sigh.

Her relationship with Julian had jeopardized not only her career, but her friendship with Ryan. She questioned whether or not hiding what they were was even worth it. Perhaps she could tell Ryan the truth—perhaps she could just quit. But then she wondered what would happen; she questioned if Julian truly was what he claimed to be...
a one woman kinda guy.

Her feelings for Julian had progressed into something she couldn't back away from now. She loved him... Joy was in love with Julian.

She would never admit it, but she always had been. He swore the feelings were mutual, but how true was his word? If Joy were to go away, how long would it be before Julian changed his mind, or did what was simply in his DNA? Joy didn't want to risk it.

She made her way back to the room, stopping just outside. She planted her forehead against the door as a drunken laugh rocked through her torso—she had forgotten her key.

She gently tapped the dark green painted door, waiting (hoping) for Julian to open it. She prayed he wasn't passed out, that he would at least be horny enough to finish what they had started earlier.

The door opened—Julian stood on the other side of the threshold with his arm propped on the frame. He smirked, looking down at Joy with pursed lips.

"I didn't hire an escort." He mumbled.

Joy broke into a wide smile, leaning her head against the frame, pulling her lip between her teeth.

"Get in here." Julian grinned, grabbing Joy by the wrist and pulling her into the room. She staggered slightly, having to grab a hold of his arms to keep balance.

He caressed the sides of her face, gently pulling her into his body while walking backwards toward the bed. Joy was too drunk to notice that Jules had maneuvered her around to where she would be the first to fall into the bed.

She landed on the mattress, amazed she hadn't fallen into the floor. Julian had barely broken the kiss before climbing on top of her, tracking his lips along the contour of her jaw. A quiet whimper escaped her parted lips, clutching fistfuls of his hair.

This wasn't like the other times. There was something drunken and animalistic about the way Julian was handling her. His eyes weren't closed, nor was he looking away. He had her... grabbing, tugging and pulling at her like he couldn't get enough of her.

His lips tracked down her throat, pulling her shirt up as his head went down, planting kisses along her bare flesh. He was nearly growling against her skin—his fingertips pressing into her sides until finally reaching her hips. Joy's back arched involuntary; her breath shuddering out in a quiet cry as she let him have his way with her. Joy would let him do anything and everything he wanted to do... she didn't care, as long as it was with him.