;not all storms come to wreck your life, some come to clear a path

Have you ever been so angry that everything you do until you combust is like a red, misty blur?

Sucks, right?

It's like you've fallen down the rabbit hole and have no concept of time anymore.

Everything is upside down and left is right.

It's hard but somehow the mad hatter manages.. So why can't I?

Oh, the answer?

Maddox Hunter.

It took me all but ten minutes to drive like a maniac to the baller house - since Maddox decided not to answer any of my calls or respond to a single text.

Don't get this situation wrong, I wasn't being clingy, far from it actually. I was about to explode because of the ego on the baller bastard and his misconstrued reality of what being civil means.

I slam my car door closed and stomp up the pathway towards the front door - not even bothering to knock - I swing it open and slam it shut behind me.

Jason is the first to rush into the hallway, eyes wide with panic wondering what the fuck is actually going on.

Behind him is Miles, similar facial expression, then there's Dr Cammy - the baller caps best friend, and no doubt his henchman in this little fucked up game Maddox is playing.

"Where is he?" I demand, eyes wondering around the open plan living space for him.

"What's he done now?" Jason warily questioned me.

"Jace. Where. Is. He?"

Miles nodded his head towards the staircase while Jason and Cammy remained complete blank canvases.

Useless, absolutely fucking useless.

All I needed to see was Miles' nod in order for me to drag myself up the narrow stairwell and along the hallway, throwing Maddox's bedroom door open, letting it hit the wall behind with a thud.

Maddox has his back to me, sitting on his desk chair, headphones on and typing away on his laptop.

Bare tanned back flexing as his fingers vigorously tap against the keyboard, his legs tucked under the seat and crossed at the ankles of his grey sweats.

I'm so pissed that nothing this guy has to offer is going to distract me. Nothing.

I stamp my little size 5 footsies over to him and yank his over the ear headphones off, startling him as much for him to swing around in his seat with a wide eye look.

"The fuck, Bella!" he cusses.

"The fuck?" I laugh darkly. "I'll tell you what the fuck, Baller. Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

"I have no clue as to what you're talking about, Quinn." he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Oh, no clue as to what I'm talking about?" I repeat mockingly. "Okay. So you didn't tell Wyatt McKenna he couldn't date me if I said yes? You didn't threaten him, and tell him that you'd break his legs and ruin his soccer career if he tried anything with me again. He made that up, right?" I was fuming.

He's grinning at me like I just told him the worlds funniest fucking joke. I swear. My eyes couldn't get any smaller than they are now.

"Oh, that? Yeah I did that." He flashes me a cheeky grin and he nods his head coolly.

"What the hell gives you the right to threaten any guy to stay away from me!? That's not fucking normal, Maddox!"

He twists in the chair, now straddling it, forearms propped up against the backrest. "It worked though, didn't it?"

A disbelieving snort leaves my throat. "You're un-fucking-believable."

"Chill, babe. Wyatt isn't your type anyway, I saved you a disastrous break up, or an awkward conversation."

"How would you know what my type is!?"

"Wyatt is sweet and sensitive, you'd eat him alive, Bella." he says highly amused, the crook of his mouth tilted upwards.

"That still doesn't give you the right to try and dictate my life."

He chuckles while looking away from me, turning back to me after a beat, wetting his lips then says, "if you're expecting an apology, you won't be getting one, babe."

I squealed angrily and stomped my right foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Normally this isn't my style of getting out frustration but I'm literally arguing with a fucking idiot.

A bolt of laughter flies out into the air, his mouth reaches his eyes and he holds a hand over his heart. I swear I saw a tear. "Oh fuck," he panted. "Shitting hell, Bella." he howls again.

"I hate you." I say pointedly, glaring at him with utter fury.

He dismisses my claim of hatred with a wave of with his right hand, still chuckling to himself.

I reached the door handle when Maddox's warm, gigantic hand folds over the top of mine, pulling me away from my escape.

"Let me go." I demand.

"This feels like de ja vu, don't ya think?" He smirks.

Once he realises I'm not amused in the slightest, he sighs, tipping his head back. "Bella. Look at me."

Ha, nope. I refuse, silently and stubbornly.

Pressing his knuckle under my chin, he turns my face towards him.

He lets out a low and short snort. "You have no idea how sexy you are when you're mad."

I jilt my face away from his touch - the same touch that's sending heatwaves throughout my entire body - only for him to repeat his action, then cupping my jaw to keep it exactly where he wants it - because after all, he is Maddox Hunter - he doesn't take no for a fucking answer, and he always gets what he wants.

I just hope I'm not one of them. I can't handle getting hurt again.

"You don't hate me, baby. And the reason you stomped your little chucks over here is to do the one thing we're actually good at.. Argue." he shrugs like it's nothing.

Despite myself I stifle back a laugh.

"I told you, you don't hate me -- you hate how I make you feel." He rasps, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my jaw, tickling my skin as he slowly glides them down my throat.

I watch as Ballers baby browns flash, he's now looking at me with infinite tenderness, something new, real and emotional. Fingers rising and lightly pinching my bottom lip. "Stop sticking this lip out now, we're friends and we're gonna be more, got it, beautiful?"

I wanted to hate Maddox as much as I act like I do, but there's something about the connection we share.

It's unruly and completely irrational.

"I asked if you got it, Bella." he softly demands.

I melt and nod mindlessly.

Before I can gather my thoughts into working order, Maddox presses his lips against mine.

It's needy and desperate, days of pent up tension pouring out into a passionate filled, open mouthed kiss.

My lungs gasping for air, my skin on fire from his roaming hands, leaving a trail from my jaw, down both sides to my hips then onto my ass, gripping tightly onto the back of my thighs and lifting me until my legs wrap around his bare waist.

My chest flushed against his.

A low growl merges from his mouth and I capture it.

His feet leading us to his bed, before I can snap my eyes open, my back hits the mattress, Maddox's welcomed heavy weight on top of me.

I can't help but feed into his greedy mouth, a moan of approval from his throat sends my stomach clenching and my thighs tightening.

"Uh, uhh," Maddox's tsks. "Keep these open." he orders, nudging himself between my legs, pressing his thick length into my covered centre.

Taking both my hands in one of his and pinning them above my head, Maddox makes use of his free hand to pull my t shirt up to my neck and run his nail over my puckering bud, pinching and rolling it between his finger and thumb before taking it over my bra between his teeth, earning a hiss of pleasure from me in return.

"Mmm. Do you know how many times I've thought about this?" he mumbles into my chest. "Too many that it's embarrassing. I've never craved a girl in my entire life like I do you. So how about you cut me some slack and stop fighting it."

Well damn. No arguing with that.

He thrusts his hips into my core, the only reason he's not inside me right now is because of the thin material we wear - but wow, he feels so good. Warm, long and throbbing.

He wants me like I've never been wanted before, and has no shame in showing nor telling me - wanting me to know how much badly I'm torturing him, and oddly? I'm proud of it.

Making Baller King of FIU beg for me -- if I asked, no doubt he'd get on his knees and plead.

A harsher thrust pulls me out my thoughts and without thinking the words escaped my mouth, "oh god," I gasped.

"Mhm. You're gonna sin alright, Bella. Pray while you can still talk."

His lips travel from the valley of my breast to the hallow in the centre of my throat, licking and nipping his way up to my jaw.

His warm hands sliding around my rib cage to my back and unclasping my bra with astonishing experience - a swift movement from his fingers has my white lacey bra sagging, the straps dropping down my upper arm.

With his lips now finding mine, one hand removes itself from my back and tugs the middle of my bra, pulling it down my arms and away from my body, chucking it to the side and discarding it on the hardwood.

The second Maddox pulls away, I feel cold and lonely - only to be drawn back in by the way he's staring at me. Inspecting every inch of bare skin that's my naked torso. Looming and drinking me in like he was committing it to memory.

"The way you make me speechless should be illegal as shit, baby. Fuck," he purred, his chocolate swirls connecting with mine, hooded and hungry.

"Then lets commit a crime." I replied under my breath, taking my bottom lip between my teeth, pending the incoming pleasure I'm going to receive.

"I never could say no to you."

He swoops down and attacks my lips. Rough and heated movements, wet and aggressive teasing. I've come to far to back down now, it's everything or nothing, and this time Maddox just might get what he wants, as long as it's on my terms, who gives a fuck.

I slip my hands down his bare, chiselled chest. His defined pecks and puckered nipple bumping through my fingers, only stopping their adventure over abs canyon once they reach the waistline of his sweats.

Maddox hitches in a breath as I guide my hand down his pants and into his boxers. The heat of his throbbing cock greeting my cool hand with a twitch. I can't help but smirk to myself - knowing this hardness was created by me, for me.

I begin stroking him, soft and slow - I want him to agonise over me, I want him to lose all self control and fuck me like he hates me.

With my free hand I push his sweats down his muscular thighs and kick them all the way off with my foot - he's bare now, fully naked and every bit of a sexual god.

Strong, lean and cut like a motherfucker.

Maddox Hunter was extremely sexy.

"This doesn't seem fair, Bella." He smirks, looking down the gap between us. His nakedness par my semi nakedness.

I giggle. "Do something about it then, Baller."

He growls like a hunter for his prey and rips my leggings down and tosses them on the floor, leaving no time, he drops his heavy weight back on top of me - his hands running through my hair, his lips caressing mine, tugging me closer by the nape of my neck - the odd sense of dominance is turning me on to the maximum.

I'm like a dripping hot tub, ready for him to sink into me.

With one hand he grips his cock from the base and slides it up and down my soaking slit.