Apprehension.

That’s what was currently running through my veins. I could feel myself getting extremely nervous while following Mike. It’s not like we spoke much, and even if we did it was small talk, nothing that really pertained to the court case. We were civil, but not close like I was with Jaime or Vic. I ran a nervous hand through my hair while fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Mike finally came to a stop, standing where the backyard met the wooden fence that surrounded the property.

“W—what did you want to talk about?” I asked hesitantly. I honestly did not know why I was so nervous. Maybe because the last time I spoke with Mike privately he had me pushed up against a wall while somewhat threatening me, or maybe it was because in a way I never really trusted him—whatever the reason, I just felt nervous.

“How are things going with you and Tony?” He asked nonchalantly, lighting a cigarette he pulled out from his pack.

I was taken aback. “Things are good…why?” I asked puzzled.

Mike inhaled his cigarette deeply, and exhaled; a cloud of smoke forming around his head.

“I was just wondering how much Tony has told you about his ex Laurel…” Mike began letting his sentence trail.

“Nothing really. All he said was that they ended on a bad note.” I replied with a shrug. I never pressed Tony to go further, for I knew if he wanted me to know more then he’d tell me. It got me curious though, and slightly angry.

Was Mike bringing up Tony’s ex because he wanted to piss me off or something? Was he trying to test me on how well I knew Tony? Was this his subtle way of trying to get me insecure—more insecure that I already was?

These questions flooded my mind in an instant, causing me to breathe roughly with a somewhat irritated stare coating my face.

“Easy there tiger.” Mike said calmly, noting my current mood. “I brought her up because I may have heard something concerning her.” Mike sighed.

“Just spit it out Fuentes. I don’t have all night.” I pressed while my eyes flickered back to the house. I could hear the faint sound of Jaime’s laugh travel to where Mike and I stood.

“Before I tell you what I know I feel like I need to explain why Tony broke up with Laurel.” Mike warned as I sighed—my polite way of telling him to hurry up.

Mike chuckled before saying “Tony and Laurel dated for nearly a year, but then Laurel started to get a little…crazy.” Mike said with austerity.

“And what’s your definition of crazy?” I asked skeptically. For all I know Mike thinks I’m crazy.

“Well, let’s just say that she became weirdly clingy—which at first seemed normal because Tony would have to spend months away from her, but then things turned insane around their sixth month into their relationship.” Mike added vaguely.

“What do you mean?” I asked, taking a step closer to Mike because he was beginning to lower his voice.

“I hate bringing her up.” Mike mumbled before continuing “She—I guess she started stalking Tony, keeping tabs on him and whatnot. She’d know when he made a phone call, where he’d go if he wasn’t with her. She basically tracked his every move. When Tony found out about it he broke up with her because he couldn’t deal with that kind of drama, and I don’t blame him cause Laurel had a few screws loose in her head, but Laurel couldn’t accept their break up. That’s where things got a little out of hand.” Mike said softly while taking another long drag of his cigarette. He flicked it against his finger, ashing it on the ground.

I fidgeted where I stood, not liking what I was hearing.

Exhaling, Mike said “Laurel broke into Tony’s house—at the time he was living with Jaxin and Natalie—and she practically crawled into bed with Tony and begged him to take her back.”

“What?!” I gasped.

“She brought a gun and told him that she’d kill herself if he didn’t take her back.” Mike finished.

My eyes shot wide open while I covered my mouth with both hands. “What happened?” I urged.

“Tony got Laurel to calm down enough that he grabbed the gun from her hands. The next day she was admitted into River Falls Psyche Ward; a place where they usually take care of suicidal people and recovering drug addicts.” Mike answered while stubbing out his cigarette.

“Well that’s good to hear.” I commented in a hopeful tone.

“Well, the reason I brought Laurel up is that I heard she’s being discharged tomorrow.” Mike responded.

“That’s a good thing. It means she got better.”

“No, Effie you don’t understand. I know what Laurel was like; eight months isn’t long enough to reach full recovery.” Mike countered in a low yet serious tone.

“You don’t know that.” I said while waving him off. A small part of me was worried, but I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. Institutions don’t just release unhealed people into the world.

“Just consider this as a warning.” Mike sighed while shaking his head.

“I will.” I replied before going back to the house. Mike gave me a small wave before disappearing into the house.

I could see Tony making his over to where I was, a broad smile stretching on his face.

“Ready to go home?” He asked while wrapping an arm around my waist and planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Definitely.” I answered excitedly.

---

Tony was the one who insisted I move in with him. I didn’t want to at first, for I was used to being on my own. Living by myself was the only thing I was comfortable with; however, Tony can be pretty adamant and stubborn when he wanted to be—which is why I now live with him. During the first week of living with Tony he offered me the guest bedroom, which I took gladly. For the first few hours of living with Tony Perry I had my own room. I even got to unpack my bags. Nevertheless, Tony and I ended up tangled in his bedroom that my “bedroom” reverted back to a guest bedroom. I didn’t argue with him, for I was too busy enjoying waking up in Tony’s arms.

Tony flicked on the light as we walked into our home, illuminating the tidy state the living area was in. Ever since I moved in, I helped Tony keep the place straightened up so we wouldn’t be stumbling over unpacked boxes and rolling bags.

“Tonight was fun.” I commented warmly while kicking off my shoes.

Tony wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing my body closer to his. “I was thinking we can have our own fun.” He said suggestively while kissing the spot right behind my ear.

I let out a school girl giggle as Tony’s lips found mines. He quickly picked me up, allowing my legs to wrap around my waist before pushing me up against a wall. Tony’s breath was heated against my skin as I felt a hunger slowly build up with in me. It was like fire spreading across my skin. My hands fumbled to pull Tony’s shirt over his head. Tony set me back down; keeping our lips on each other as we hurriedly undressed each other.

“I love you Effie.” Tony said huskily as he broke away from my lips and trailed his heated lips up and down my neck. Pressing my back into the wall, I felt Tony’s member on my thighs.

“I love you to Tony.” I moaned as his fingers made its way in between my thighs. Tony’s touch was taunting, teasing me as I moaned out his name.

“Stop teasing me.” I whined as Tony dipped a finger into my folds. My hands gripped his shoulders as I shuddered against his touch. My hips bucked against his hands, causing Tony to smirk against my skin.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Tony commented with a lustful voice.

I was about to say something when Tony slipped another finger into me, stretching my sex just a little more. I gasped while clenching around his fingers which were now pumping in and out of me. My breaths grew shallow as his thumb circled my clit, causing me to bite down on his shoulder. The foreplay was killing me that I was pining to feel Tony’s length in me.

“I need you.” I whimpered.

Tony’s mouth covered mines while extracting his hand from the apex of my thighs. I whined from the lack of being touched. Tony then picked me up again, cupping my bottom with his hands before thrusting roughly into me. I called out in ecstasy as Tony went torturously slow. He was purposely teasing me which made me get frustrated. I gripped his hair, pulling his face down to mines and kissed him firmly. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging on it, for it was my way of saying I wanted rough and raw sex. Tony grinned at me when I released his lip and attacked my neck. His thrusts were still slow but this time he slammed into me, causing a loud thud to vibrate off the walls.

“Fuck, Tony!” I moaned as he sped up his thrusts.

My nails dug deep into his shoulders as I clenched my inner walls around his thick member. Tony’s teeth nipped at my neck as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I could feel the pressure building up within me and I knew I was gonna come soon. Tony was soon slamming into me; the sound of skin rubbing against skin filled the air along with my moaning. My hips buckled against Tony, causing Tony to groan.

“Baby I’m close.” I said breathlessly.

Tony smirked and stopped all movement. My eyes shot wide open, wanting Tony to continue.

“What are you doing?” I nearly yelled as Tony chuckled at my expense.

“I want this to last longer than ten minutes.” He said in a strained voice.

I scowled at him, for he was torturing me. I moved my hips just a little, causing Tony to groan. I did it again and this time I felt him rub against my needy nub.

“Tony” I began in a frustrated tone “Fucking move.” I commanded sternly, for I was in no mood to be left hanging like this.

In return, Tony smiled devilishly at me before slamming a hard one into me. I gasped loudly while my mouth made a perfect o shape. I could feel Tony delving deeper and deeper into me; each time I’d call out his name, and each time I’d practically claw his shoulders. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into Tony’s bare chest.

“Fuck.” I heard Tony groan as he continued to slam into me. The pressure within me was starting to become unbearable, slowly tipping me over the edge.

I tried my best to last longer, but it was difficult. Tony knew every spot to hit, making me come faster than the last time. It didn’t help that his right hand was wedged between us, stimulating my throbbing clit. My senses were sensitive, causing every touch to be heightened.

“It’s okay baby, release for me.” Tony whispered seductively. His voice tipped me over the edge; ecstasy crashing over me, making me tumble through its hefty wave.

“Tony!” I called out loudly as I let my orgasm shake through me. Tony followed right after; his knees buckling a little. I was breathless with a sheath of sweat masking me face.

We stood there—Tony still in me while my legs were promptly wrapped around his waist—for a few moments before saying anything.

“That was amazing.” Tony commented in between breaths.

I couldn’t speak, and it wasn’t because I had nothing to say. Every time Tony and I had sex, he’d make me come hard enough that I was left speechless; my thoughts scrambled all over the place. I found myself tracing his chest tattoos while we both continued to calm our breathing.

“I think I need to shower.” I finally managed to say.

“Is that an invitation?” Tony replied smugly, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Well it’d be nice to have a round two.” I answered suggestively.

Tony’s eyes lit up. “Then what are we waiting for?” He asked enthusiastically then pulled me in the direction of his—I mean our—bathroom.

Notes

I'm honestly not happy with this chapter, and if you aren't then comment and I'll take it down and start all over.Even the smut seems to be lacking! #ugh -_-

Anyway, I love that @lostinthemusic is a brilliant writer because she salvages my poor writing lol.

I threw in more drama just to try and keep things interesting. With that being said whaddya think of Tony's ex?? Let us know what you think in the comments (:

Thanks for reading! <3