An Alternate Ending

I never wanted to be a model. I have no idea why I even agreed to model for Oli’s clothing line in the first place, but he was determined that he wanted me to be the new face of Drop Dead. I on the other hand wanted to be on the other side of the camera, which is what my brother told me would happen. When I found out the truth, I went a bit mental. It resulted in my brother with a dead arm and Oli running out of the room to avoid an argument.

The thing that bothered me the most was that Amanda got really jealous that I was modelling for the spring range. Oli told her that he thought I needed some encouragment when it came to career stuff. I don’t understand why he thought modeling was the solution but whatever. She has tried to make an effort with me but I can see it’s just to keep the peace, and in return I did the same. But something about her just didn’t make sense. She just didn’t seem like she was pregnant.

Oli was oblivious to the whole thing. I think everyone was bar me. And it makes me feel like it’s just wishful thinking, that I want him to myself. Even though I told him no, I just want him. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my whole life.

Needless to say I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing clothes that not many people had seen yet; that would soon be plastered all over the internet showcasing the new line of clothes that Drop Dead had to offer. I think that Oli gets so invested in everything he does concerning his clothing line. He was making me show him poses that HE made me learn for the shoot. I have no idea what goes on inside his head at times.

A small knock was heard on the door. I turned and walked over, opening it slowly. Amanda stood behind it with a small smile on her face. “Can I come in?” She asked softly. I nodded and let her in.

“What’s up?” I questioned her. She just looked around then turned to me.

“Oli wants me to model, just thought I’d let you know” I raised an eyebrow at her. “He called me this morning while I was on the way to work another shoot, he asked me to just come in and tell you. He didn’t wanna do it himself incase you got pissed off at him. So I said I would break it to you gently” She told me. I looked away, fighting back tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. I don’t understand why it hurt me so much, but it did.

“Oh, okay. Well have fun” I said grabbing my bag and leaving the room. I didn’t wanna deal with it. It wasn’t her fault that Oli was being a dick and changing his mind last minute.

I don’t understand his timing though. Why didn’t he just text me this morning and let me know. Then I wouldn’t have had to come all the way out here. I left the building and got in my car, just letting the tears roll down my face. The idea that he made me cry, once again made me feel sick. When am I gonna grow the fuck up? I’m 28 years old, not a kid anymore. I wiped my eyes and just drove home. Trying to avoid evrything and anything.

Once I got home I ran into the bathroom and fixed my face, washing the excess makeup off that ran down my face, along with my dignity. Once I looked semi healthy again I reapplied some eyeliner and sighed. “I need to grow up and move on” I mumbled to myself, walking out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. The temptation to just throw myself onto my bed and just sleep, became reality.

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The loud thumping on my door brought me out of my slumber. I hesitantly lifted my head from the pillow and looked at my phone, 9:49pm. Plus 4 missed calls and 7 messages. Who the Hell is at my door now? And damn I slept late. My body lifted up and I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I walked through the apartment and over to the front door and opened it. “Hellooooo” I said over enthusiastically, and then it all faded away when I seen a very angry looking Oli standing there. He pushed past and into my darkened living room.

“What the fuck Casey? Where the fuck did you go today?” He almost screamed at me. I turned and looked at him with confusion.

“What?” I squinted my eyes. I walked over and turned on a small table lamp to light up the room more.

“You really disappointed me today, and never even gave an excuse. I stuck my neck out for you and changed the modelling rota last minute to make sure you got the spot and you do this?” He spoke as if I was disgusting him.

“Wait what the fuck are you on about?” I spat at him. Angry that he came to my home and is now having a go at me for no apparent reason. Who the Hell does he think he is?

“You didn’t show up today!!!” He shouted at me. My eyes widened and my mouth almost touched the ground.

“Are you serious? You told said you no longer needed me to model” I was so confused by this point.

“Uh I said no such thing Casey, stop lying to me because you were too scared to just branch out” He said sourly.

I walked down the hallway and into my bedroom, and picked up my phone. He followed me down and stood in the doorway. I put my bedside lamp on and threw myself onto my bed. “Oli

I’m not going to argue. You said you didn’t want me modelling so I went home, like I was told to by your girlfriend” I mumbled, looking at my phone.

“What?” He finally didn’t sound like a self centred prick. “Amanda had to fill in...” He mumbled.

I just looked at him and shrugged, “Now I don’t wanna say your girlfriend is a lying, cunning bitch but well the evidence speaks for itself doesn’t it?”

“What happened?” He asked sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked up at him and sighed.

“I went in, got my makeup and hair done. Changed into the first set of clothes and then I heard a knock on the door, walked over and Amanda was there. She said you called her this morning and told her you wanted her modelling instead of me, that it just felt better for the clothes or some shit. Who am I to say you didn’t, so I left” I explained. He rubbed his face with his hands.

“Why would I just change my mind like that?” He mumbled. “I wanted you to do it. I got so angry when I went to see the pictures and it was Amanda. I thought you shat out it so I tried to calm down, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know why you let me down. So I came over here” He explained.

“Well now you know, an apology would be great since you almost broke my door down and shouted at me” I huffed. He nodded and bit his lip.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick to you Casey” He told me softly, looking right at me. “It sucks that you didn’t get to be my Drop Dead model today, it’s a big achievement” He said, looking around my room.

“I know but life sucks when you have a fucking bitch in it” I said sarcastically.

“Well let’s change that” He said quickly. Is he dumping Amanda already and she hasn’t even given birth?

He stood up and walked over to my chest of drawers in the corner and picked up my camera.

He walked over to the light and switched it on as well as the camera and fiddled about with it. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just smiled. “Sykes what are you doing?” I asked slightly scared.

Nothing was said, he just walked over and stood in front of me and began taking pictures of me. “Just trying something out” He softly said.

“I look a mess right now” I moaned at him. He just laughed and took more pictures of me.

“Lie down on your stomach and put your hands up to your face” He ordered me. I did as I was told, laughing at his attempt to look like a professional photographer.

“You’re funny when you try to do things that isn’t music related” I joked with him. He just stuck his tongue out and continued taking pictures.

“You make my clothes look great, hence why I wanted you” He explained. “Amanda has been doing it for years now, everyone knows her face. I want them to remember you too” He sounded pretty adorable.

“Oli?” I asked. He took the camera away from his face and looked at me.

“What?” I didn’t wanna ruin his mood but I had to speak to him.

“Aren’t you worried that Amanda is almost 5 months pregnant but has shown no signs of pregnancy?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat from fear of the answer.

He looked at me with sadness. “I don’t wanna admit it to myself, but yes” He sighed. I sat up on my knees and looked at him.

“Why is it so odd?” I asked, confused at everything that was going on in the situation between Amanda and her pregnancy.

“I have no idea, she wouldn’t let me go to the scans with her. She showed me the pictures but that’s it. She didn’t have much morning sickness as far as I can tell and she has barely even grew a bump. I’m starting to think she’s playing me for a fool” He groaned loudly. I felt awful for him.

I stood up on my bed, took my camera off him and placed it on my bedside table. He looked at me with confusion. My head was fuzzy, I just had to make him feel better, so being there for him was important. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “It’s gonna be fine” I mumbled to him.

I felt him relax into the cuddle and I felt my heartbeat increase. “I miss you” He whispered into my ear.

I pulled back and looked at him, our faces only inches apart. “What?” I asked.

He didn’t say a word, just leaned in and kissed me softly. My palms grew sweaty and my heart rattled off my ribcage, making me feel sorta sick. I pulled back and tried to get out of his embrace but he helded onto me tightly. “Please” He begged. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

His hands on my hips, holding me tightly. I couldn’t understand any of this. “No Oli” I mumbled, trying to push him back. I failed though and fell backwards onto my bed, pulled him down with me.

It didn’t make things better, in fact it gave him an excuse to get ontop of me and kiss me again, but this time I didn’t fight it. I gave in and let him win, let my heart win. His lips melted against mine, making me hungry for more. For all of him. I couldn’t stand the idea of him ever leaving, and cursed myself for even refusing him once. I pulled him closer with one hand at his waist and the other tangled in his hair, making sure he didn’t pull away from my lips. He held me close with one hand and the other balancing him so he didn’t fall ontop of me completely.

The rational part of me said to stop it now before someone gets hurt, and the lonely part of me let him begin to take my jeans off. And so he did, making me feel nervous. As much as I have loved this man for years now. The idea of anything more than a kiss makes me feel completely and utterly scared, nervous even. My jeans were thrown off into a corner and his jumper followed it shortly after.

I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist, examining his tattoos on his body. This being the first time I had really seen any in a long time. I traced some with my fingers and slowly outlined them, feeling his eyes watch my every movement. His hand reached up and brushed hair behind my ears and then he placed it behind my head and pulled me down, crashing his lips onto mine again. His tongue fought against mine, blissfully. I trailed kisses down his jawline and onto his chest. His beautiful colourful chest, until I reached the waistband of his jeans. He looked down at me and bit his lip, which was so unbelievably sexy let me tell you.

I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs, reavealing more colourful tattoos and much more than I expected. I threw them off into another corner, probably next to mines but I don’t really know. I climbed up his body again, and straddled him again but this time I could feel exactly how excited he was to have me there. He pulled me down and kissed me again, making my stomach do many different types of flips.

He pushed me off and got off the bedm walking over to the light and switching it off. I stood up and put the other light off too. He walked over and stood infront of me, I felt bare. I had a long Drop Dead cut off shirt on but it was still short, you could definitely see my butt in it. I stood there looking up at him, wondering what to do now. It’s been so long since I have properly been with a guy, my sham of a marriage didn’t have much of these kinda situations. None felt half as exciting as this one did.

“Oli, I’m nervous” I whispered. He just cupped my cheek with his hand and then kissed me softly.

“Me too” He mumbled.

That was all I needed, it sent me wild. Knowing that he, Oli Sykes was nervous because of me was the most erotic thing that could happen right now. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips attatched themselves to mine and he laid me down on the bed, himself ontop.

I felt him pull my underwear down, and my tight grip on his neck indicated that I was more than happy for him to do so. I bit his lip at the touch of his hands on my thighs, making him grip onto them more. He pulled the covers over us and then took his boxers off. This is it. The moment of truth.

The moment he entered me was the single most exciting yet scariest thing in my life. I felt like crying and screaming at the same time. Not negatively of course, but I just didn’t know how to react. I kissed him more fiercely as we both began to rhythmically collide.

Everything about it was beautiful. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. He never stopped kissing me once. Holding me closely as he moved faster and more erotically inside of me. I anticipated every thrill I got. Each wave of pleasure becoming more and more over powering until I couldn’t hold the moans back any longer. I threw my head back and moaned sexually. Oli began kissing my neck, biting ever so slightly.

I had had enough, pushing him onto his back and sliding ontop of him. He gripped onto my thighs and threw his head back, taking in every second of the pleasure. His face was a work of art, I could just look at it all day. He looked at me and then pulled my shirt off, then my bra. His eyes scanned over my breasts, taking in everything. He don’t think expected me to have so many tattoos.

The sweat began to burn, all I wanted was to feel this way forever. Nothing made me feel even half as good as I do right now. I reached down and grabbed Oli by the hair, pulling him up and kissing him. I slid myself up and down on his dick, feeling myself grow closer to orgasm. I could tell he was close too, everything about his actions screamed it. He was hungry for more, pulling me tigh, and biting me harder. Our movements sped up and I could feel it coming, like a wave washing over me.

The orgasm was something I’ve never felt before, it was like a drug spreading through my body. Numbing every single inch of me. My head fell backwards and I let out one last moan, gripping my nails in his back. His hands were tightly around my waist, holding me close and making sure I was steady. He came just after me, as I felt myself fill up. His eyes rolled back and he groaned softly. Which only turned me on much more.

We both fell backwards onto my bed, out of breath and panting. The moonlight lit up my room ever so slighty, which iluminated his face enough for me to see the massive grin he wore. He looked so happy and pleased with himself. He looked up and I could his gaze, nothing was said. He just kissed my head and pulled me in close. We both fell asleep, happy and content for once.

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