Chapter 364-The Coward Ruined Everything
Gigi:
Eighteen days had passed, and life had been pretty good.
Well, good enough that Rocky was finally done doing Diana fifteen times.
When he came home, he was clearly upset.
I knew why.
He wanted to continue, but I’d already told him no.
The reason was simple. I didn’t want him to keep pushing things or tracking her too closely. If he went too far, she might do something unpredictable or report him to someone.
You could only scare a person for so long.
Once that fear disappeared, there was nothing left to control them with.
But Rocky was in a bad mood, so I decided we might as well have some fun.
I was sucking his dick while he sat on the couch with his arms stretched across the backrest.
"Come on, Gigi. I’m not in the mood," he complained, grabbing my hair and trying to pull my head away from his cock.
Instead of letting go, I tightened my lips around his shaft and resisted.
"Ow, you’re making it hurt."
He slapped my face, and I finally released him.
The second I pulled away, I slapped his dick hard.
Rocky glared at me.
"Are you crazy?"
He grabbed me and shoved me off the couch.
"Fine. I’ll just leave. Don’t come trying to fuck me again," I snapped, pointing at him.
As I walked away, I knew he was watching my ass.
So I turned slightly and bent down on purpose to pick something up from the table, making sure to sway my hips just enough to catch his attention.
The next thing I knew, he was right behind me.
He forced my head down against the table and pushed his cock inside me from behind.
The sudden pressure made my pussy clench tightly around him.
He started fucking me hard, thrusting in and out while slapping my ass.
"You really like it, don’t you, you slut?" he growled, striking me again as he twisted my hair around his fist.
"Oh, yes. Just like that," I moaned.
He kept going for a few minutes before his phone suddenly rang.
Since it was lying right beside me, I caught a glimpse of the caller ID. It was one of his friends.
I never paid much attention to his friendships, though he mentioned his friends from time to time.
"Seriously? You’re going to leave me hanging because some guy is calling you?" I complained the moment he pulled out of me, grabbed his phone, and walked away.
It was starting to piss me off.
He kept abandoning me halfway through as though I meant nothing.
He touched a finger to his lips, signaling for me to stay quiet before putting the call on speaker.
"Hey, dude. What’s up?" he answered, crossing one leg over the other as he sat there completely naked.
His friend sounded almost hysterical. "Do you know what happened?"
I walked over and sat on the sofa, resting my hands on my knees and shifting my shoulders impatiently as I waited for him to finish.
"No. What’s up?" Rocky asked, sounding exhausted.
It irritated me.
When he was dealing with Diana, he had been energetic, cheerful, cocky.
But the moment I told him to stop because the fifteen days were over, he became unbearable. He complained constantly and always seemed tired.
I was starting to wonder if he’d fallen for her.
I hoped not.
I mean, there was me on one side and her on the other.
How could he possibly choose her?
It wasn’t like I liked Rocky or anything. He wasn’t even my type.
But when I was with someone, I expected their full attention.
And lately, it felt like he was choosing her over me.
I didn’t like that.
"Dude, your ex, Rochelle. Remember her? She had a sister, Diana."
At the mention of her name, Rocky and I exchanged a shocked look.
"I remember my ex, but why the hell would I remember her sister?" Rocky replied quickly, though the fear on his face gave him away.
Honestly, even I felt nervous for a moment.
We had been heavily involved with Diana recently, so hearing her name suddenly come up made my stomach twist.
Why was she being mentioned now?
"Well, it looks like she ended her life. It’s all over the news, dude. I don’t know what happened. They’re being really hush-hush about the details."
The news hit both of us like a wrecking ball.
I covered my mouth with both hands while Rocky immediately jumped up from the couch and rushed toward the bedroom.
I hurried after him, trying to keep listening to what his friend was saying.
"How do you know? Maybe the news is wrong," Rocky asked, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.
"Like I said, the news is reporting that she’s dead. But I know a little more because I was walking past her house. There were cars everywhere, and I heard someone say she’d taken poison," his friend explained.
Rocky started pulling on his pants.
That alone caught my attention.
He never did that.
This was the first time I’d seen him suddenly start dressing when he had nowhere to go.
It was almost like he just needed to cover himself.
Why?
Was Diana really that important to him?
"Oh. I didn’t know that. Anyway, keep me updated on what’s going on, okay?" Rocky said before ending the call.
When he turned back toward me, he was already wearing a shirt, though he’d buttoned it so badly that half the buttons were in the wrong holes.
"Seriously? You got dressed because you’re mourning?" I asked, staring at him.
"Someone died, Gigi." His voice dropped. "You do realize why she took the poison, right?"
He didn’t say the words directly, but I knew exactly what he meant.
"What? You think she did it because of you?" I demanded, pointing at him.
"No, Gigi. She did it because of us!" he shouted, gesturing between the two of us.