Hey guys! I got a lot of dms asking for a sequel, but I am sorry I think I can only give you a bonus chapter for now, cause I am really busy with my finals and shifting to the US for my undergrad!!! So I am in that mood hehe. Thank you so much for loving the story as much as you did. This is the final goodbye! Don't worry, the bonus chapter is quite long! Bye

"You really want that?" Zo shouts at me.

"Baby, I think it would be better for both of us. It's not like we are breaking up. Let's hide it for a while till we can explore our university and make new friends. It's a new country after all." I murmur, really enjoying myself.

"EXPLORE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANNA EXPLORE?"

"I want to have a brand new experience in college with you by my side but without judgements you know. I think we should act like best friends in public for now, and privately I will give you the fucking bestest sex in the world."

"I am your best friend, you dumbfuck. And your fucking boyfriend. Have you hit your head somewhere?" Ace replies holding his head, exasperatedly.

"Just for a few months babe." I reply.

I don't even know why I am pushing this idea. I just love getting on his nerves and of course he is NEVER gonna agree to it. It's just my job to irritate the fuck out of him. It keeps me breathing.

"You know what, let's do this." He says smirking.

UM WHAT?

"Y-Yeah? Are you sure?" I ask surprised, CAUSE WHAT THE HELL?

"Yeah babe" he whispers, cradling my face, pecking my lips "So I can flirt "publicly" right?" he continues showing air quotes.

"Of course you can, if you want your dick cut off privately" I punch him in the stomach, really upset and suddenly feeling pukish.

"Come on, buddy, we don't wanna be late." He shouts, swinging his bag on his back and walking out of the door, looking like a runaway model.

I am not gonna last a day.

I did last a day, actually seven days, but I am pretty sure Ace's dick won't cause he has gone out of the way to smile at every possible girl he could find, leaving them swooning. He introduced me as his best friend cum sister and I wished to knock all his teeth out.

But acting single helped cause we got invited to a party tonight. A party, I really don't want to go to cause I am dreading it.

Sasha pulls my hand away as soon as I enter. I start looking for Ace because I haven't seen him in six hours and I am pissed, horny, hungry and fucking mad.

"I have someone I really want you to meet" She grins wickedly. "He has been asking about you since you came."

She points out a blue eyed blondie, i.e. Ace's football teammate, who I had the pleasure of encountering after a risky sex escapade with Ace in the boy's locker room.

Brad.

He is hot. And tall. And perfect to gain attention.

He approaches me with a smirk, probably, when he sees the inviting look I send.

Jesus Christ, here we go.

"Hey, Aliceh right?" He shouts over the music.

No. Wrong pronunciation, douchebag.

"Hi Brent right?

He smiles, it pretty but does absolutely nothing for me.

"It's Brad"

"It's Alizeh" I retort.

And then I feel the heat on my neck. I could feel it anywhere in the world. It's scorching and makes me so so so wet. Ace is finally here.

But I don't turn around.

I spend the next half and a hour with boring Brad talking about his accounting classes and thinking if making Ace jealous is really worth it.

Yes. Yes definitely.

I quickly make an excuse and figure out a way to release my aching bladder.

As soon as I enter the bathroom, I am pulled into a familiar warm scent, almost making me cry.

Fuck, I missed him so much. Nothing is worth me losing out even a second of him.

I try to turn around and take my words back, when he pushes me against the sink and rolls my dress up.

"Did you dress for him?" He asks with a sneer. Before I can even open my mouth, he covers it with his hand.

"Shhhh." he says gently, scaring the living crap out of me. "You smell like him."

My voice comes muffled causing him to pinch my tongue and my pussy at the same time.

He stares at something in the mirror, something that I have no hopes of seeing because he angles me towards a side, covering me with his body and bends me towards the sink with his hand wrapped around my neck.

He jerks my panties down my thighs, exposing me to him. His fingers stroke the lips of my sex, brushing against my clit, but he doesn't stop there. He keeps going further down. The tip of his finger presses inside of me. I grip the sink tighter.

Without warning or any time to adjust, Ace thrusts inside me with a force that knocks my air out and makes me scream for mercy.

"What the-" I shout.

"Who took your first kiss baby?" He interrupts, thrusting harder when I fail to reply.

What is the point of this?

He kisses my neck as a choke out a "You."

He goes in harder and harder with jerks and stops for a second.

"YOU. YOU. YOU. WHEN WE WERE ELEVEN." I beg. Only for him.

"Good. Now who took your virginity?" He begins again and I have trouble thinking but he applies pressure to my neck and starts fingering me, making me feel like floating above the ground.

I feel caged between the sink, his hands and his body and I fucking love it.

"You. You, when we were thirteen" I moan out.

He teases his cock around me, smiling in my neck. Then thrusts again in one deep stroke, filling me completely. I cry out, the stretch both sharp and so good all at once. I try to move like a porcelain doll but he holds me so tight that his nails dig into my neck.

"You're doing so well baby." He praises me, "Now tell me who fucks you into oblivion till you can't walk every night?"

"Ace, you know it's you. I am sorry. Please forgive me." I understand his game now when I get a chance to look in the mirror and notice the familiar blue eyes filled with lust and disgust.

"No, I have been so patient with my Star, I think she has forgotten what a monster I can be" he growls, and I feel myself coming, but he still doesn't stop, pressing his fingers tighter.

"Whose ring are you gonna wear soon?" He shouts at me.

Oh god, I hope he doesn't propose right now. Please not now.

"Yours Ace. Of course yours." I manage to huff out.

"There's that sweetness I'm always catching." He drops one of his hands as his foot pushes one of mine, making me spread my legs. I gasp as he starts venturing into my other hole.

Shit, I must have really pissed him off.

The ache I have grows, causing me to whimper. What the hell is happening to me?

"Fuck, you're wet everywhere baby." He whispers into my ear. His heavy breathing tickles the baby hairs on my neck.

"Ace," I whine. My body takes over, and I grind myself against his palm. I try to grab the sink again, needing something to hold on to. But of course he doesn't let me.

"You want to come?"

"Please," I beg, closing my eyes tight.

"I've got you. Tell me whose kids are you gonna carry two years from now."

Two years? I hate kids, no way.

"Tell me."

"Yours. Only yours." I gasp.

"Beg me to make you pregnant" He whispers cruelly.

Brad lets out a breathe of surprise behind us. Me too, buddy. Me too.

"Whaaat, no, I hate-" he stops moving again. Fuck.

"Ace, please make me pregnant. I wanna have your kids so bad."

"Good. Now beg me to let you come." He barks out a laugh tauntingly, staring straight into Brad's eyes, through the mirror.

"Please let me come Zo. I love you. You know that. Please. Please. Please" I whimper.

I hate him.

"You could have had me, but you brought this on yourself." He says as he cums inside of me with his face buried in my neck. In thirty seconds, he starts zipping up his pants, putting me on my feet, not giving me the chance to cum. I feel like all my organs just left my body as his hands leave traces around me and make me stand on my feet.

I scream and beg at him, staring at him in disbelief as his cum drips down my leg.

"Now you know how I felt all night while you walked around in this scrap of a dress, especially with him. You'll ache for me the same way I ache for you."

His fingers massage my wrists before he rights my dress covering me with his body, making sure Brad doesn't see an inch.

He is still here with his dick hard. I don't even have the guts to look at his face.

Ace licks his fingers in the process, making me blush down to my neck as he whispers" So pretty when you blush for me."

"Only for you baby, I promise."

He stares at me before turning around and walking towards Brad, who looks on the verge on a heart attack.

"Look man I didn't-" Brad starts but Ace interrupts him and warns "I don't care. You breathe near her again and I will burn you and your entire family back in Philadelphia. Don't ever repeat what happened again and I'll let you live."

"Yes. I promise. I got your point. Please, I just want to leave." He looks scared as hell as he turns around. I don't blame him.

"Wait." Ace calls him and punches him across his face. "That's for following her to the bathroom."

Then he punches him again as I shout his name in surprise. "That's for even thinking you had a chance with my girl. Now get the fuck out."

Brad hurries out, without looking back even once as Ace turns to me.

"I am sorry. Please don't be mad." I try pleading.

"Star. Shut up." are his last words before I am on his shoulders, seeing the world upside down.

Atleast he called me Star.

No one can ever piss me off more than my Star.

Who, right now, is trying to find her way into my lap as I drive us home. She looks at me with a wounded expression as if I was the cause of this madness that she created in our life.

She pouts and kisses me all over my neck, making me hard again, after suffering the worst case of blue balls. I can't believe she came up with the most idiotic idea in the world just to annoy me, and I actually went with it. Fuck. I have missed her so much it's hard to breathe.

It sucks that I am nothing without her. But, I don't think I ever was.

I have woken up from nightmares over this year, tethering myself to her. Sometimes, I linger behind her for the sole purpose of breathing the same goddamn air as her. It is an unhealthy, needy obsession. My brain constructs her, pulls her apart, reconstructs her, and pulls her apart again.

"Stop it." I order her.

There goes my plan of giving her a silent treatment. When can I ever though?

"Zo, I love you so much. But it's your fault. I never expected you to actually go with my stupid idea. It hurt me that you did." she looks at me with her big innocent hazel eyes, fluttering her eyelashes.

I abruptly stop the car, pulling her out of the car brashly and place her on the bonnet.

"It hurt you? It fucking hurt you? What about me? What about when I see fucking Brads loitering around you begging for a taste and you doing anything you can to put me on my edge?"

"Ace-" she starts.

"NO." I interrupt her. "Do you know the difference between us?" I whisper.

I continue without waiting for a reply, " If I make one harsh mistake, you have the strength to turn around, walk away, leaving me in an instant. Me? Even if you wake up one day and decide to fuck every single person in my life, I'll still cling onto you. I would make your life hell but still love the fuck out of you. Cause living without you isn't an option no matter what you do. You are my impulse. My...pulse itself." I stop and take a breath and look away from the tears glistening in her eyes, shining under the streetlight.

The obsession, need, mania, devotion whatever I have for her isn't healthy. I know that.

I just can't seem to care. Ever. I just want, want, want till it hurts and till I can feel it in my bones, gnawing its way deeper than my own soul.

She hugs her legs close to her chest and sobs loudly, covering her face.

" Ace, you know I would die without you. I might leave you but I would kill myself after. I am sorry, for being such an attention seeker. I just l-love you so much. I p-promise to never do it again. Just don't leave me. Please. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I promise-"

"Don't you think you have begged enough for today?" I look at her calm and smile at her pretty eyes, shining with guilt and fear.

I sit next to her placing her on my lap, burying my face into her neck, just breathing her in.

"I missed you so much, Ace. Please don't ever listen to me again."

I take her hand in mine, sliding a ring in but she is too busy crying to notice.

"I won't. I promise." I whisper back.

After a while of us sitting, she starts talking animatedly about her economics classes again, taking her a minute to look at her hand and realise.

"What. Zohravar what?"

"Marry me."

"What? Now? We are too-"

"You made me promise not to listen to you."

She glares at me, "If you interrupt me one more time today, I will cut your throat."

"Come on, Star you owe me after today." I jut my lower lip.

"What? Is that why you gave me that speech right now and made me feel bad about myself? You manipulative bastard."

"Guess you'll never know" I smirk at her.

She shakes her head before replying "Fine, I'll marry you."

It was that easy?

"You don't have a choice, baby." She didn't, honestly. I had our marriage papers, posing as our electricity bill which she had already signed. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"No I want it to be a choice." She whines cutely.

"Sorry it's not."

"Okay fine then bend down right now and order me to marry you at least. Come on, I deserve that."

"Fine." I bend down on my knees, holding her hand as she jumps up and down in excitement. "Alizeh Rathore, I love you so so much and you were born to be my wife. Marry me."

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Now take off the ring and put it back again." She shouts as she bends down and kisses me softly and slowly.

"No kids though." She murmurs against my lips.

"We'll see." I say before shutting her with a firm kiss, dragging my tongue down her throat. I might or might now have decided to switch to placebo birth control pills.

After kissing her hands again and again, I stand up and say, "Now that your down, I am pretty sure that ring is worth a few blowjobs and some anal. When do I cash the first cheque?"

"Ace don't ruin the moment." She huffs.

"Oh come on. Plus it's good luck to get a blowie before an important event to take the edge off," I point out.

"I'm not familiar with this tradition." She retorts as I look down at her, watching her eyes light up with delight. The way she stares at me, like I am the sun, bright and bold and everywhere, makes heat creep up my neck and settle on my cheeks.

She tugs my zipper with stars in her eyes, and I decide right then and there that I am going to make it my mission in life to put them there every day and watch them light up her whole face.