Beneath Our Faults

I chugged the rest of my drink. Lifting myself up, I stumbled to my bag and rifled through it until I found the bottle. I brought the rim of the bottle to my lips, not stopping until it was empty, and crashed back into bed.

The door clicked shut, waking me up from my drunken stupor. Every limb in my body froze up at the touch of a hand sliding underneath the blankets, going straight for my dick. The hand cupped me and started to massage me through my pants slowly. A deep grunt left my body and I moved up into the warm touch, wanting more. The bed indented and a small body lay down sideways, halfway on top of me. I shivered when warm lips brushed the side of my neck. My dreams about Daisy had been getting more frequent and dirtier.

"God baby," a light voice moaned, moving into me and brushing my neck again. "I have missed this so much."

My entire body froze and I grabbed the rubbing hand, prying it away from my body. "Get the fuck off of me," I warned through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to throw her off the bed.

"Come on, let me give you your Christmas present," the seductive voice cried out, rubbing her hand over my chest.

Shoving her off me, I jumped out of bed and turned on the light. "Get your fucking ass out of here."

"What the hell is your problem lately?" Piper tried to shove me but I didn't move. "You haven't been with me for months!"

"I never made you any promises."

"This is about your little bitch neighbor, isn't it?" She questioned, glaring at me through slanted eyes.

"Don't bring her into this shit," I groaned, running my hands through my hair.

She let out a harsh laugh. "I can't believe you're really ditching me for some little mutt named Daisy. Wow, you really have lost your fucking balls and your mind. I know the only reason why you even like her is because she's friends with Cora." she eyed me, skeptically. "Baby, if that's what you want, I'll be a friend with her too. In fact, I'll go apologize to her right now."

I grabbed her elbow stopping her. "Cora will probably stab you with her stiletto if you try to feed her some bullshit apology, now leave. I don't even know why you came tonight."

"I knew you would be here.” Her face turned soft. "I am in love with you."

Goddamn, Piper proclaiming her love for me was the last fucking thing I needed to deal with. My head started spinning and I leaned into the wall for assistance. The girl was just mad that she wasn't getting what she wanted and she wasn't used to that. Daddy's little girl always got what she wanted.

"You're drunk," I said and she shook her head in denial. "You can't be in love with me because we've never even HAD A RELATIONSHIP!"

She dropped down on the bed and huffed. "You're a freaking idiot if you don't think what we had wasn't a relationship.”

"Clue the fuck in, Piper. Our relationship was sex. We fucked. That's it, nothing more. I've never even taken you on a date before. I know you're not that damn naive."

"Keegan," she moaned out, unzipping the side of her dress, allowing it to fall down to her waist, revealing her see-through black bra. "If you don't want to have a relationship with me, that's fine. But at least give me something tonight. We will consider it a goodbye."

I gulped, taking in the sight before me. Her breasts were perked up nicely and I could see the outline of her nipples. My eyes moved south to the bare stomach I had run my lips down countless times. It would be so easy for me to slide down those tiny panties and bend her over the bed. Shit, no one would ever have to find out.

I closed the gap between the two of us and she smiled in victory. "Piper," I groaned out, sliding my hands down her waist and she pressed into me. My fingers tightened around her, picking her up in the air and carrying her through the room until I reached the door. She looked down at me surprised before I opened the door, setting her outside the room, still half naked.

"Stay the fuck away from me," I hissed, slamming the door in her face and locking it just in case she had any other ideas. My lungs released a sharp breath and I heard a harsh "fuck you" from the other side of the door. Shaking my head, I turned out the light and dropped back down on the bed, rubbing the back of my neck in exhaustion.





I STOOD at the end of my bed, staring down at the tiny slivers of fabric displayed in front of me. My favorite metallic green swimsuit was waiting for me to decide its fate; whether it got to accompany me or get thrown back into my dresser where it belonged. I picked up the suit, examining the two pieces before tossing it back onto my bed in frustration. Why was I so worked up about a damn bathing suit?

Screw it.

I snatched them and threw the suit into my bag before I had a chance to change my mind. Just because I brought it didn't mean I had to actually put it on.

I looked up the weather on my phone and the forecast said it was going to be snowing the entire time we were going to be in Tennessee, which made me excited because we weren't getting anything in Atlanta. Shuffling into my closet, I grabbed my snow boots, shoved them in my bag and zipped it up. My phone chirped and I grabbed it.



CORA: Leaving Lane's now enroute to your casa chicka



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