Deric, your old money boyfriend, isn’t the type of man to admit when he was wrong. That’s how you ended up in your last argument, ending with you ignoring him until he admitted that he was wrong.

Days after, he finally caved. He couldn’t take it anymore. He picked you up, wrapping himself around you and cuddling up to you on the couch.

“Baby, please…” he whispered into your neck.

“Fuck being right, fuck my pride. I want you so badly.” He growled, inhaling.

“Fuck I’m an addict.” He sighed.