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Miah starts to buckle under me so I stop completely and pull the toy out of her ass. She whimpers and I swear she is actually about to cry. I look at what she has for toys and when I see nipple clamps, I look back at her with an evil grin. "Oh hell yeah."

             
My mouth goes to her nipples and starts to taste one of the buds first, before going to the next. Her hips keep trying to grind against me but I push down on them with my hands, not allowing her to get off quite yet. When I have tasted those pink pebbled nipples, I place a clamp on each one. She screams softly, her mouth agape, then I place my fingers inside it, making sure she sucks all her juices off. God I can feel myself pre-cum just at the sight of it.

             
"Do you have any condoms?" I ask, sort of killing the mood. She nods her head and I can see her look at the drawer next to her bed. I open it up and rummage through it until I find a condom. After ripping the foil and sliding it on, I go back to between Miah's legs and start rubbing my cock against her entrance, teasing her a little more.

             
The same time I enter her, I pull at one of her nipple clamps, and I love hearing her scream. She fights the cuffs for a few moments before she gives into the pleasure of it all, I release the clamps and just pound into her, fucking her so hard. She squeezes around me as comes, and her screams echo through the room, telling me just how much she is enjoying my dick inside her.

             
I rub at her clit when I feel myself coming close, and we start coming at the same time.

             
"Fuck Pierce," she screams out, bucking wild against me.

             
"Shit Cassie, that felt so damn good," I say before collapsing on top of her.

             
"Fuck you," She seethes.

             
A few seconds go by before I look up at her and cock my head. "That isn't a way to treat someone who just got you off the way I did." I try to give her a flirty smile but I fail miserably when I see her eyes starting to water.

             
I reach up and undo the handcuffs. Before I'm finished with the second hand, she backhands me across the face.

             
"What the fuck?" I scream at her, backing away from her and getting off the bed.

             
"You should probably remember the name of the girl you're screwing."

             
Shit, I think that just hurt worse than the backhand. I fucking called her Cassie! Shit... shit... shit!

             
"You're a dumbass," Mason says to me after the third shot of vodka.

             
I rub my hand over my face before looking over at him. "No shit."

             
"So are you going to try to get back into your contracts?"

             
"Fuck it, I can't. I'm done. I lost it all. I have to pay back over eighty percent of my earnings and I'm not allowed to work with any of the agents again."

             
He shakes his head and puts to fingers in the air, indicating for the waiter to bring us two more shots. "That is fucked up. I'm sorry bro. Damn." He keeps shaking his head.

             
Yeah, no shit its fucked up. I really screwed up. Absolutely everything has gone to hell. I may or may not be having a kid, I'm still in love with Cassie but I'm pretty damn sure after what happened today I finally stepped over the wrong line once and for all, and I lost everything I worked so damn hard for.

             
"Want me to get you a job at the garage?"

             
I think about it for a second and decide that yeah, that'd be nice. Any job would be nice. I'm going to need it, just in case. "Yeah, man, that'd be sweet."

             
"Cool, I'll talk to Dublin tomorrow."

             
"Dublin?"

             
"Yeah, that’s my boss." He shrugs his shoulders and when the shots are placed in front of us, we take another shot. "So what are you doing tonight? Going back to the apartment or somewhere else?"

             
"I don't fucking know what I'm going to do. Tonight or any night."

             
"I'd invite you to stay at my place, but..."

             
I huff out a breath. "Yeah, I got you. No big. Don't want to upset the wifey."

             
"What about Austin?"

             
"Katie about lives at his house. We haven't even had much of a chance to catch up since I got back into town. I don't want to be around that evil bitch anyways. Best thing about not continuing the fighting is knowing she isn't going to become a celebrity off that damn tape."

             
Mason starts laughing. "I forgot about that shit." He pounds his fist down a couple times on the table, laughing more than he should. If he wasn't the only person I seem to have in my life right now, I'd probably punch the fucker.

             
Once he collects himself, I tell him we're both drinking and having fun- forgetting all the shit going on right now- or I'm leaving. He votes drinks and fun, so that is exactly what we do.

             
Time goes by way too fast for the amount of fun I'm having, and when its time to call it quits, I'm extremely disappointed. And I'm in no condition to drive. I barely register Mason pulling out his phone to call Aubrey to come get him, and I have no fucking clue who I'm going to call. While sorting through my cell phone it decides to die on me and I shake my head. Of course it decides.

             
"Dude, can I use your phone?" I ask Mason when he gets off. He passes it to me, and without a second thought, I dial Cassie's number. I tell myself its because I know it by heart and I'm too drunk to scroll through Mason's contacts for someone else, but deep down I know why I really am calling.

             
"Hello? Mason? What’s the matter?" Cassie answers, sounding panicked.

             
"Oh, um. Its me." Silence. And more silence. And even more silence. I look at the phone and she is still there, but she isn't saying anything. "Listen, I'm sorry Cassie." I think my words are coherent, but I'm not sure.

             
Finally she speaks, but she sounds like she is whispering. Or maybe I'm really that drunk. "Avery, what do you want? Is everything okay?"

             
"No, can you come get me? Please. I need you to come get me," I practically beg.

             
"Where are you?" Her voice picks up and I can hear breathing pick up pace as if she is rushing around.

             
I look around to see what bar we're at. I don't even remember if we stayed at the same bar or went to another. I focus towards the bar and see we're still at Nye's, so I tell her so.

             
"I'll be there Avery. Please be safe. I'm getting in the car right now, so I'll see you in a few." Her words are rushed before it goes silence.

             
I hand Mason back the phone and he is laughing again. I give him the finger before falling back down into my chair. "Fuck off," I tell him.

             
He just continues to grin. "Just work shit out, man."

             
"She is having a fucking kid and I don't know if its mine, dammit! And she's with Pierce." I'm sure I'm yelling at this point, but I don't even care.

             
Mason doesn't flinch, he doesn't look away, he doesn't even change expression. He simply lifts a brow, and in that one little gesture, I can see he doesn't see where I'm coming from. There is no use explaining when we're both drunk, so I don't bother. I toss a beer cap at the floor and ignore the dagger he is tossing my way.

             
"Hey." I look over and Mason put his phone to his ear. "Okay, I'll be right out." He looks over at me. "Got to go man, Aubrey is outside and pissed she had to come get me so late at night."

             
"Alright, see you later man."

             
He gives me props and when he does he looks down instead of at me and says. "I get pissed the fuck off at Aubrey at times, and I can't imagine being in your shoes. But I can tell you right now, if you walk away from Cassie, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. You need to tell her how you really feel man." He walks off without another glance in my direction.

             
After a few minutes, I decide to head outside but before I get to the door, I spot Cassie running into Nye's, pajamas and all. She has the messiest bun with her hair matted on one side, and the side of her face is red from where she had been obviously laying down. I don't think I've ever seen her look so adorable. I walk straight to her, grab the back of her head and lay my lips on hers.

             
The taste is the most refreshing thing known to man. I could devour her, right here, right now. I could kiss these lips for the rest of my life. I start to move my lips against hers but hers are locked in place. I pull back and she is just staring at me, confused and possibly pissed.

             
"I thought you were in danger or something, Avery."

             
"Angel, baby." I reach out to tuck hair behind her ears but she swats at my hand. "Angel?"

             
"Don't call me that Avery. Let’s go." She turns on her heels and walks towards the entrance, not impressed one bit by me. I walk after her, thinking of what Mason said to me. Something about telling her how I feel before I lose her for good. Knowing its probably not the best thing to do while drunk, I debate with myself if I should or not all the way out to her car.

             
When I get into the passenger seat, I don't even have a chance before she looks at me and points a pretty little finger in my direction. "You're the biggest asshole I swear I have ever met, Avery Manning! You say all these mean things then take off from me, with my keys no less. You don't pick up your damn phone, and I'm lucky that Aubrey could get ahold of Mason to get them back for me. I'm barely able to sleep from all the fucking stress, and when I finally am able to sleep, you call me and get me all panicky thinking something is seriously wrong! Then you fucking kiss me and confuse me all the more. No! This is not okay, Avery, not okay!"

             
I can see her finger shaking, and it breaks my heart seeing the tears roll down her face, but for some reason the only thing I can manage to say is, "Panicky isn't a word."

             
She huffs and turns back in her seat, facing forward and starting the car up. "Don't talk to me," she mutters.

             
We ride back to her place in silence and I'm actually honestly surprised she doesn't make me sleep at my dad's or someone else's house. When we pull into the parking spot, she barely has the car off before she is opening her door and climbing out, slamming the door closed behind her. I have to take my time getting out the car, being a little unstable.

             
It takes me twice as long to get into the apartment and she kept all the lights off, so I can't even see the way to my room. I slide down on all fours, not wanting to risk falling and hurting myself, as I've done way too many times while drunk, and I crawl towards my bedroom. Just as I'm passing by the bathroom, the door opens up and Cassie walks out, tripping over me before I have a chance to tell her to watch out.

             
"What the fuck," she yells.

             
I quickly turn my body and pull her to me. "Shit, are you okay? Is the baby okay? Cassie, I'm sorry."

             
She pushes at my shoulder and I can't tell if she is laughing or crying. "What are you doing, Avery?"

             
"I didn't want to fall, and I couldn't see, so I was crawling. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall. Are you okay? Please tell me the baby is okay." I know I'm rushing out my words but I really am concerned.

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