The pan sizzled softly as I placed the bacon neatly on its buttered surface, "To a place where we can be all alone, I let you hold me" I sing softly as I swing my hips slowly, "Cause you know me, me yeah.." I turn to the fridge and grab the creamer for his coffee before making my way back to the counter.

Breakfast was the very least I could do for what he's already done for me. I didn't deserve to be cared for like this much especially by Dion, who had pretty much just met me.

My stomach fluttered at the idea of bringing him his breakfast. Those dark brown eyes watching me as that beautiful smile made my mind go blank and my hands sweaty. I snap out of my thoughts as I put his eggs and bacon on a plate. I grab his bagel and spread cream cheese on it before making my way towards the bedroom.

He snored softly as he laid on his back, his arm spread off the edge as the other laid on his chest. I place his plate on the night table and gently poke at his hand. His fingers twitched but he remained knocked out. I poke harder, "Dion.." I whisper softly and pout as he remains motionless among the messy sheets of the bed.

My hand moves to his chest, feeling his slow beating heart that sent my own into its own state of calm. My fingers slowly traced the tattoos that covered his chest. Each inch enticing me to feel further and further until they lessened at the waist band of his shorts. My hands stop as my eyes widened slightly.

"Don't stop now." I jump and snatch my hand back as Dion laid in the bed, his eyes on my hand then moving up to my eyes. I stuffed my hands behind my back as nervous giggles bubbled out my throat, "H-Huh?" He smiles, "You like my tattoos?" His morning voice almost melted me into a blushing messy puddle as I stupidly nodded my head, "Yes, sir." I mumble softly and his eyes lock onto my lips before looking back up at me, "You want to feel some more?" He sits up slowly before grabbing my hand, placing it on his pec.

My teeth dug into my lip as I slowly rubbed the large tattoo. It's intricate swirls depicting a snake, it's scales sharp and detailed as they swirled along its body that wrapped around his arm and stopped on his fingers.

My eyes slowly looked up to his. It was only now that I realized our position. My hands rested on his chest as his hand gripped my thigh, holding me in place as I explored his body. His eyes were dark as his hand came up to cup my cheek, his eyes moved down to my throat before going to my lips where his thumb slowly traced. My tongue darts out and swipes his thumb, making his lips lift to a smirk, "Stop playin with me." A small giggle left my lips as I moved back, taking my chance to relieve the tension.

To say he drove me insane would be an understatement. He brings out a side of me that I didn't even know existed every time I look into his eyes.

He's an addiction.

"I-I made you breakfast.." I break our silence as his eyes move to the nightstand, his plate sitting right next to his coffee. He sits up further before patting his lap, "Bring it here." I smile and grab his plate and move to place it on his lap but he stops me with a hand, "I meant you." My eyes widened as I looked at his lap, "I'm too heavy.. and I don't wanna make a mess." I pout and he does the same before gently grabbing my arm and pulling me into his lap. I use my knees to hold myself up slightly as I shyly look down at his food, "I made some e-" I pause as his hands move to my hips, bringing me down until I fully sat on his lap.

My cheeks burned at his satisfied smile,"I know you was holdin yourself up." His hands moved to hold my thighs in place, "Now you can feed me and talk to me." My eyebrow raises as my lips lift to a smile, "You want me to feed you? Like a baby?" I tease and he shamelessly nods his head with a goofy smile, "Mhm." He doesn't wait for a response as he opens his mouth for me.

I giggle and rip a piece of his bagel off before putting it in his mouth. He hums softly in content before nodding towards it, "Now you get a piece." He smiles and I rip a piece off for me before eating it. I can't help my laugh at his content look, "I'm not going to eat all of your breakfast." He raises a brow, "We sharin' it. 50/ 50." His voice was in a duh tone, making me laugh.

"What are we gonna talk about?" I gently feed him another piece and giggle at his satisfied look. "About yesterday and Alicia." My hand pauses as I go to feed myself. My tummy turns and o go to put down the bread but he gives me a look, making me out it in my mouth quickly. "She misses you.." He sighs softly and I go to talk but he gently holds up a hand, "But she needs to learn that she can't have control over you. You not a dog." A small smile lifts at my lips as I nod in agreement, "She means well but she goes too far.. And hurts me but I know she doesn't mean it. She just gets mad and we are working on it still... It takes time." I explain softly, watching him not his head slowly.

I scoop up some eggs and feed him some before feeding myself some. "And ya ex?." He speaks up after swallowing and I put down the fork slowly, "What about him?..." My voice quivered, betraying the calmness I fought hard to show. "He used to hurt you.. Because he was angry right?" He asks and I look down at the plate in my hands as I nod my head slowly. "How long were y'all together?" I shrug lightly and hold my breath, trying to stop my shaking hands but it was useless as the fork began to bang against the glass plate.

Warm hands encompassed mine as they lifted them away form the plate. I watched as he took the plate and fork away and put my hands in my lap, "How long?" He asks again, "Four years." I mumble softly and close my eyes tightly, memories of lonely nights and bruised limbs rushing back.

"Maybe some people don't deserve time." He spoke slowly, making my wrap my arms around myself, "Alicia doesn't deserve time?" I frown deeply as he shrugs, "I don't think so but at the end of the day, it's up to you." I nod my head slowly and sigh softly.

"Can I see?.. What he did to you?" His hands move to the bottom of my shirt. My hands fly to his as I shake my head quickly, "It's not pretty.. it's ugly.." Tears threatened to spill as I tried to hold his hands down but he was too strong as he moved them back to my shirt, "Look at me. Now." My eyes hesitantly dragged up to his, "You are beautiful." He spoke slowly as his hands moved up to cup my cheeks, keeping my eyes focused, "You have this idea that you are ugly and dirty all the time and it's because of him, Jocelyn... The scars he left are not only on your skin." My eyes widen as his words cut knives straight into my chest.

-

"Didn't I tell you not to bother us?! Huh?!" He yelled as his hand raised, making me flinch back, "Go make fucking dinner and go to bed.. alone." He eyes me with disgust before stepping out the room and heading back downstairs to his party.

I worked hard on dinner.

My fingers were bruised and bleeding, my knees shaky, and my arms sore but I knew I deserved it. Every last hit, kick, spit, and punch because I disobeyed him.

That night wasn't much better.

He climbed in bed, drunk with the sickly scent of lavender that still clung on his messy clothes. I tried to scoot away but he pulled me back in before placing a soft kiss on my cheek, "I'm sorry I yelled earlier.. I just need time to fix myself.. I promise I'll get better." His words oozed with love and remorse, pulling at my heart strings. I nod my head, "I know.. I forgive you." His lips lifted into a smile as he turned me over to face him, "I love you." A smile lifted on my lips, "I love you too." His lips came down slowly but stopped as I pressed a hand against his chest. He looked confused, "What?" I frown, "You still smell like her." His eyes darkened as he pulled away.

"I told you I'm trying and now you hate me. You fucking hate me and all I do is show you love!" His voice began to raise, making me sit up in bed. I slowly move to get up but he gripped my arm and yanked me to him, "You just think your too fucking good for me, huh?!" His nails dug into mine as his hand came down to smack my cheek, "Pack your fucking bags and don't come back."

-

"Jocelyn... Hey.." My body shook as Dion held me tightly against his chest. I let out a sob as his hands began to rub circles on my back, "You blacked out.. we can stop for now." I couldn't even form a response as I blankly stared ahead.

I closed my eyes slowly as I bring my hands to cup his, "I-I can't heal.. I tried.. Its just not working.. Not all scars disappear.." A soft sigh left his lips before he pressed them against mine. It as sweet and short but held so much love that the tears that I fought back seemed to dry up. Every siren in my mind screamed for me to just stop breathing but with every soft whisper and kiss on my head from Dion, they began to dull down until my head simply throbbed.

"I'm sorry.." my voice was dry and scratchy as I tried to get control over my emotions again. "No.. Im in the wrong." He presses another kiss to my head as he holds my closer.

"I need you to look at me." His voice softened as his hand came up to grab my chin. I shook my head as I tried to lay it back down, "No thank you.." I mumble and he sighs softly, "Jocelyn." My chest tightened at his voice and I slowly dragged my eyes up to his.

Sadness. Rage. Pity.

They shined so bright in his eyes yet I deserved none of them.

"You will heal." He spoke slowly, "You deserve to heal." He placed a gently kiss on my lips, "You deserve love." He placed another on my nose, "You deserve a happy life." His lips lift high to kiss my forehead, "You really deserve the world and more.. Don't let some dick head keep you from it." I nod my head slowly and feel a smile lift on my lips as he presses a kiss to them.

"Thank you." My voice was a wisp as I struggled to talk but he heard, a smile lifting his lips as he pressed them to my temple. "You can see.. if you still want to." I mumble softly and sit back up in his lap. He nodded his hand slowly and moved his hands to my waist, "You don't have to.." I shrugged lightly, "No. it's okay..." I smile gently before lifting my shirt slowly.

His eyes widened as he eyed the scars on my chest and stomach. His hands came up to slowly trace them, "I'll kill him." His eyes darkened as his hands moved towards my back, making his eyes widen, "Jocelyn.." Pain tinged his voice as his hands gently turned me around in his lap to show him my back. Facing away from him calmed me as he silently began to roam my back. I look down at my hands and nervously play with my fingers.

I jump as his lips press against my back. I look over my shoulder and gasp softly as he begins to kiss my scars. Each touch of his soft lips igniting a fire and stroking it higher and higher. My hands gently gripped the blankets as his hands came down to hold my hips as his lips traveled back up my spine, sending a shiver through me. My back arched as I struggled to escape his heated kisses, "Dion.." I didn't mean for my voice to be so wanton, making my blush hard as I looked back at him.

"Fuck.. you're sexy.." He groaned softly as he sat back and eyed me. His hands slowly moved lower to grip my ass, making a soft gasp leave my lips. His eyes darkened as he played with the band of my underwear, "Tell me to stop." His hands hesitated as he pulls them away and I couldn't help my whimper as the loss of contact.

My hands gripped the blankets tightly as I fought my hormones but they screamed at me to throw myself at me. I hesitantly push my ass back into his hands, making his eyes darken, "Dont tease me, Lyn." His hands gripped it tightly as he slowly ground his hips against mine, making a small moan escape my lips. My hands gently gripped his thighs as I ground myself against him, making us both moan softly.

His hand came down hard on my ass, making me gasp softly. Heat pooled between my thighs and I could have sobbed from how bad I wanted him. His hands slowly pulled away to rest behind his head as he watched me grind myself against him. His eyes oozed with lust but he held himself back as he gripped the head board.

I could tell he wanted to do more, every bone in my body did to but I wanted to take things slow. My hips stopped, leaving us in silence as both looked each other in the eyes. "You're trouble.. big trouble.." He mumbled, making me giggle. "Grindin on me like that will get you pregnant. Don't play." He gave a "try me" look, making me laugh as I turned back in his lap, "I don't want any babies.. yet." I mumble the end and watch his lips lift up in a smile, "Then don't get all sexy on me." His hands moved back to my ass as he scooted me up to sit on his bulge.

My eyes widened as I placed my hands on his chest. He chuckled as he leaned up to press a kiss on my lips, "Told you."