'My universe will never be the same.'

I try over and over to get Bella's face out of my head, especially the way her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink when I complemented her.

My fingers turn through the pages of my leather book, but the words can't seem to sink in. I sigh, dropping the book beside me in my bed. I turn my head to look at the smokes on my beside table. I shake my head; they were only for my freak outs and nothing else. They sure as hell weren't for getting a girl out of my head.

I unbutton my jeans and shove my hand down my pants. I begin moving my hand up and down myself, picturing her giant lips wrapped around my dick instead of my hand.

I stop before I get close to finishing. I also was not about to jack off over a girl to get her out of my head either. I need Jessica. Those tits would get rid of the unique green eyes.

I reach for my phone, knowing that I need to get rid of this hard on if I wanted to sleep. Porn was not going to cut it tonight.

You busy?

She replies almost instantly.

No whys that?

Sure, send me the address. X

That was fucking easy.

I look around my small one room apartment, the kitchen is blocked off with a divider and there is a small room for the bathroom, other than that, everything else is in this one room. It works for just me; the area looks clean enough, not that I think I would have cleaned it for Jessica.

I wanted her in, then out.

She gets here in eleven minutes; I meet her at the door with my dick still standing strong against my briefs. She has a moment of shock when I open the door for her, but she recovers quickly and smiles seductively at me. Her eyes travel down to my giant bulge.

She bites her lip. "Wow, all ready to go are we?"

I don't answer her, instead I pin her against the door and kiss her senseless. My dick pushing against her warm body.

She responds with happy moans, causing me to start kissing her towards my bed.

I push her down onto my sheets and she giggles as she throws her top over her head. "Do you know what's going on with Tate and Charlotte?"

Her words slowly sink into my head, but her tits are too distracting. "What?" I ask confused.

She starts unbuttoning her shorts, "nothing," she says casually. Did she just ask me about Tate when I'm about to fuck her? That's a little strange, but my mind is stolen from me once more as she begins sliding her panties down her legs. My hands quickly fumble for the condoms on my bedside table. "Let me," she says in a sexy voice, grabbing the condom from me and sliding it onto my hard dick.

"Fuck," I say as she pumps me quickly.

"Fuck me Tyson," she says looking up to me.

I push her back down and crawl between her legs, my lips finding hers in a mad rush. She moans as I slide my tongue against hers, her hand lightly pulling at my hair as I push into her.

With each thrust she cries out beneath me. "Yes daddy," she says with a moan.

I bury my head into her neck, trying to muffle my laugh. Dear God this girl is more messed up than I thought. Girls with daddy issues are always crazy in bed, but I'm really not in to the daddy porn.

I gently bite and suck at her neck as I feel her begin to tighten around me. "Yes!!" She screams before I moan loudly against her ear, emptying myself into the condom.

I roll off of her immediately, both of us breathing heavy side by side. "Fuck," she says with a laugh. Definitely a crazy, they will always laugh if the dick is good.

My eyes are finally beginning to feel heavy and all I want is for Jessica to leave. She turns on her side to face me, propping her head up on her hand. Her fair tits pushing together, almost like they are daring me to touch them again. "So, what's the deal with Tate and Charlotte?"

I feel the frown pull at my face. Did she just really ask me about Tate again? "What?" Is all I can come out with.

"Like are they dating? People say they are," she shrugs like she doesn't really care.

Holy shit on a stick. This chick really just slept with me to find out more about Tate.

GET HER OUT, my brain screams.

I cough, "why do you care?"

"Oh I don't, was just making conversation."

SHE'S CRAZY, GET HER OUT NOW.

"Look, I'm not really into the whole pillow talk thing..." Fuck that was harsh, but I need her gone.

She coughs now. "Oh yeah, me either." She starts collecting her clothes and slowly putting them back on. Too slowly.

Does she think I will change my mind and ask her to stay the night? Once she is out of my apartment I am never talking to her again, she definitely isn't regular material. I get the vibe she is more burn all of my shit material.

Part of me feels a little sorry for her, she is clearly broken, but who isn't these days.

"Thanks Tyson," she says with a wink before walking out my door. I sigh a breath of relief and flop back down on my bed. My hands falling to the ground to find my briefs. I get comfortable amongst my pillows and blanket, and just when I think sleep is going to take me away; those goddamn green eyes open behind mine.

Fuck.