I thought I was in the mood for this but now I know I'm far from being in the mood.

I sighed.

"What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying this?" Merissa asked.

She was on top of me, her sweety naked slim figure moving at an annoyingly slow pace above me.

I withdrew my hand from her waist and stopped my hips from moving.

"What are you doing? I'm barely close." She whined attempting to ride me much faster now.

This isn't working honestly.

It would've been tolerable if Elisabeth's image would leave my mind, but everytime I close my eyes and try to enjoy the feeling of sex, Betty's beautiful innocent face shows up.

Merissa's body is entirely different from hers thus making this freaking unbearable.

Her movements and sounds are the complete opposite of Betty's. I never noticed this before but right now it's so clear. Betty's moans are much softer and sweet to hear while Merissa's are loud and unattractive.

Betty is absolutely lovely. I fucking miss her. I miss everything about her. The sound of her laugh, the way she smiles shyly and how interesting she really is. I could literally stare at her all freaking day and not get bored.

Right now, I'm bored out of my mind. I'm not even that aroused anymore.

Having an image of Elisabeth on top of me while Merissa is the actually one on top isn't entertaining. It sucks.

It freaking sucks. I want Betty not Merissa.

This isn't working at all.

The only reason I even called for Merissa was to relieve some stress. Not the best idea, I know. But after nearly a month of not having sex the sexual frustration was kicking in and Merissa was the available option.

"Get off me." I told her. "I'm done."

I'm far from done but I rather finish myself off. I can't bare another second of being inside her.

Merissa stared at me in shock. "Excuse me?"

I didn't have anymore patience left, I held her waist and lifted her from me.

I placed her on the bed and got off.

"You can't be serious right now." She grabbed my hand but I yanked it from her grip.

"Put your clothes back on." I demanded while putting on my pants.

"And leave my apartment."

I headed for the bathroom. It's a good thing Merissa is in birth control.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you call me then? This is unbelievable." She ranted and jumped from the bed quickly to follow me.

She stood on my way and took slow steps backward to the bathroom.

"Don't even think about it." I held my hand out to stop her from getting in. I don't want her in there. "Use the spare bedroom if you want to clean up."

She looked at me in shock. "I want to be with you not the shower." She tried to get close to me.

I took a step back. "I said leave." I was bored now.

"I'm not leaving." She said forcefully. "This is ridiculous. You can't just kick me out like some garbage."

She said that to herself. I didn't call her garbage.

"Deal with it."

She huffed in frustration. "I'm your girlfriend James. You can't treat me this way."

I scoffed. As far as relationships are concerned I and Merissa weren't specifically a real couple.

"Don't bring up that lame excuse Merissa. You and I both know this thing between us isn't serious." I reminded.

"That doesn't change the fact that we're together." She defended while folding her arms.

I can't stand to see her naked.

I picked up her dress that laid across the floor and threw it to her. "Cover yourself up."

She threw it back on the floor.

Heck no!

"I don't want to sleep with you and if you can't accept it that's not my problem." I affirmed.

Why am I even tolerating something I clearly don't want? I never liked Merissa. The only reason we're even dating is because she didn't seem like the clingy type and I enjoyed our little arrangement. But sex with her is obviously not working anymore so what's the point?

"What's gotten into you?" She asked. "You've never pulled some shit like this before. Are you seeing someone else? Aren't I enough for you."

Barely satisfying. Hardly enough. There's only one person who would've been more than enough. She would've been excess.

"What's it to you? May I remind you we agreed not to intrude in eachother's lives. So stop asking questions." I walked past her. "If you aren't satisfied with our arragement then go find someone else. I'm not stopping you."

"You can't be serious?" She glared at me.

"Better yet, I'm ending this." I added seriously.

"What?" She muttered in panic.

"We're over Merissa." I repeated. "When I come out of the bathroom I expect to find you gone."

"You can't do this to me." She mumbled. "This isn't fair James."

Did she expect we'll date forever?

"I don't care."

I honestly don't give a damn. I'm not going to keep on lying to myself by staying in this relationship. I don't want to be with her and if she can't accept it then that's up to her.

"You're a piece of shit." She said and began pacing the room in anger.

Not in the mood for drama.

Merissa rubbed her forehead with her fingers like how Betty always does. I miss that girl.

"If you're doing this to me because of some girl then I hope she breaks your heart." She raised her voice.

It's impossible to break something that isn't even there.

"Are you done being hysterical?" I inquired.

"You're scum James Andrew. I hope you die." She began to cry. "How could you? You'll never be happy."

For the love of god! she's acting like I broke her heart or some shit. We were only in it for the sex and she agreed to it.

With Betty it meant so much more that just sex, I never admitted that to her. She was interesting and fun and I genuinely enjoyed her company. I actually understood her and she knew me. Literally knew me. That's something that Merissa can't compete with.

Everyone else knows my name and my background and all that crap, but Betty was aware of alot of things aside from all that nonsense. She paid attention to the rarest things and we got along so well.

"I loved you and ....." Merissa began.

I cut her off.

"Shut the fuck up. I never led you on and we agreed to keep the word love out of this relationship." I wasn't about to hear her spit bullcrap and turn me into the bad guy.

I didn't force her into anything. And we most certainly never made any promises. She was more than willing to comply and now she's playing the victim..

"Get the heck out." I demanded. "Right now. Go clean up somewhere else."

"You'll pay for this." She began picking up her clothes. "You'll regret doing this to me you monster." She threatened.

"Don't show your face here." I told her and went to the bathroom.

Now that she's out of the picture, I have one less problem.

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