She just wanted him to leave. She hadnāt been left alone since theyād found her in her room she knew that much. She knew they wouldnāt trust her again, alone for a long time. She wanted him to leave though so in the split second that he left and someone else came in to watch over her, she could rip the stiches from at least on wrist and pull the IV from her hand. She knew though when he lend back in his chair, he wasnāt leaving and she closed her eyes clenching her jaw.
"I'm not leaving." he shrugged and she turned her head to the side opening her eyes so she could see him. "Besides, even if I wanted to, u couldn't go home. I've got no home to go back to. I told Alice the truth and she kicked me out." he breathedas he reached out taking her hand and her first instinct was to pull away but she was too weak. She wished he hadnāt told Aliceā¦because she was the only good thing he had in his life. She knew him well enough to know that heād say she was the best thing in his life. But all Ophelia was, was bad for him, no matter how much he needed her. Needing someone and being good for someone were two different things.
"I'm not leaving you O." he breathed gently with a sighed and she honestly would have preferred him to yell at her, because she wasnāt so used to seeing him so calm. "I won't give up on you. I need you too much." he breathed and she could tell there was the slightest hint of doubt in his voice, rightfully so. Ophelia struggled with believing him, there was a burning in her pride, that wouldnāt let her believe him.
It was silent for a long time. She didnāt exactly know what to say to him. Anything she could think of was cruel and bitter, because thatās who she was, it was who she as always going to be. The one thing that continued to tear them apart, was the only thing she couldnāt change and she knew he couldnāt change. She was almost to the point of begging him to forget about her, because as much as she honestly loved him, she couldnāt love him like he needed her to. Sheād always hurt him.
āBabyā¦ā she started like she was getting ready to tel him to leave. She sighed, wincing before adjusting herself in bed. āYou are the stupidest person Iāve ever met.ā She breathed managing to speak a little easier when her voice was no more than a whisper. āAlice was good for you.ā She breathed. āI wasnāt offing myself to make you feel guiltyā¦ā she said honestly. āI was offing myself because I knew youād never move on if I was still alive.ā She said closing my eyes. āIām tired of hurting youā¦and, Iāll never change. Iām so fucking broken.ā She breathed choking back tears.
And just like that, Levi had won. Heād known how to play Mickaela before, but now he knew how to win her, passive aggressiveness and pretending her didnāt care. He knew that she was used to having the attention and when she didnāt get attention it pissed her off. The same way it pissed her off if she got too much attention and you tried to control her. Levi had however found just the right about of rejection and attention. It was the key to success in keeping her, his and possibly keeping her from steeping out on him so much.
She stood up and he watched her walk around his desk to climb into his lap straddling him and he raised a brow, the slightest smirk on his face. He didnāt wrap his arms around her waist though, in fact he barely kissed back when she kissed him hard on the lips, moaning. He pretend to only be a little interested, knowing it would make her work that much hard.
"I'm sorry baby." She breathed into the kiss, but he didnāt seem impressed by her apology. He let her lips move along his jaw and neck, still his hand werenāt around her waist or even touching her. Her fingertips running down the front of his shirt and he had to fight back a groan, because despite the fact theyād literally just finished fucking a few hours ago, it felt like she hadnāt touch him in years. "He hit me..." she breathed slowly between kisses and he listened to her, trying to concentrate on her words. "Because I moaned your name while he was fucking me." She whispered and her smirked wickedly, one arm finally wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.
She started unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie as she kissed his chest but he grabbed her writs roughly stopping her, with his free hand while his other hand moved slowly, and teasingly up her body fisting his hand in her hair tightly as he pulled her lips to his kissing her hard. He slipped his tongue past her lips. He wrapped the arm that had stopped her wrists around her waist standing up and setting her onto his desk, effortlessly, never breaking their kiss.
He pulled her lips from his with his grip on her fiery red hair. His eyes as he held hers were wild and full of danger and he had nothing but a small drink of liquor in his system. āWell then, I guess you deserved that slap...mean Iām doing something right.ā He breathed darkly. He lifted her then just enough to slip off her pants and toss them away. He stuck his index finger and index finger in his mouth before pulling them out and pushing back her panties, waiting no time taunting her by rubbing her between her legs, instead sticking both fingers inside her. Holding her eyes with a wicked smirk on his lips as her moved his hand quickly, pulling her lips back to his, his grip still tight on her hair.