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We were sat in the lounge, I was sat back with the Xbox remote in my hand carelessly killing bastards that got in the way.

"Mind if I join?"

I turned to look at Chris, he had a sly smirk slapped on his face. I shrugged and gestured towards the other remote that was by the television. I was tired and not ready to argue.

He sat himself down next to me as soon he'd grabbed his remote. I restarted the game of Call Of Duty 4 and turned the multiplayer on. We sat in silence as we played against each other.

"Face it Chris, you've lost, we've played ten games and you've won two." I said.

"Don't say that, I like playing with you, can't we continue?" Chris frowned.

"No," I sighed and got up to turn the TV back onto the satellite. I felt his hands on my hips as he turned me to face him.

"Why ya so stubborn for? Huh? I promise I'll be good to you," Chris leant down and brushed his lips against my collar bone. "I swear I'm loyal, give me a chance."

"No, Chris, I can't." I grabbed his wrists. "Please just stop."

Chris was handsome alright, he was hella fine. He wasn't as big as Jayceon, his skin was slightly lighter and his hair was dyed blonde and short. He had numerous tattoos that scattered all over him that I'd seen various times. His eyes were like angels, they were stunningly beautiful. If it wasn't for his cocky attitude I'd definitely tap that, but I was here to play Jayceon not Chris.

"Girl I know ya want me." Chris took several steps forward, backing me against the wall. "You're just bein' stubborn. Ain't ya?"

"Chris." I tried to keep my voice steady, inside I was trembling. I knew that if I fucked up with Jayceon he wouldn't be afraid to lay his hands on me.

"Just trust me baby girl." Chris whispered and kissed my neck, his lips were soft and warm against my skin. His hands loosened my wrists and his hands trailed down my body. His touch sent shocks through me. I came to my senses seconds later.

I shook violently and pushed him away, "Stop!"

"What's all the fuss about?"

Both Chris and I turned to look at Jayceon. He was stood in the doorway with his bulging arms crossed and a stern look written on his features.

"Jay." I took a step forward.

"Get ya ass upstairs, I need a word."