How far did you think you could run before he and Colter found you?

Yes, he was a skeevy brother, and yes, he was never the most present person, but he needed to find you. You were his ex, and you’d had one hell of a relationship, if he does say so himself— off topic, cause you were missing. So he contacted Colter to help find you and you were located to a five star hotel south of Vegas, which he got some weird looks from when he walked in.

You’d been a good girl before Russell met you. Perfect daughter, perfect student, but meeting Russell brought out your wild side like nobody had seen before. You became his girl and less your parents’ daughter, much to their surprise and disdain. And as much as he tried, Russell couldn’t stop thinking about your hips, thighs, ass, tits and lips and all your laughs, smiles and kisses. And he couldn’t deny how he’d sent you many a drunk text begging for forgiveness.

“Come on,” Russell muttered as he knocked on the door — damn card swipe hotel doors — and waited (im)patiently for you to open it, cause after all, he still cared. Even if it ended with an argument.

This would be awkward, considering he was a shitty ex-boyfriend who jumped ship every five seconds.

Maybe that showed him you disappearing off the face of the Earth may only be slightly justified, emphasise ‘slightly’. “Fuck, c’mon, sweetheart.” This was frustrating. Is this what Colter felt like?

Probably. Then again, he wouldn’t know, granted that he was jumping ship every five seconds and now you’d done the same— taste of your own medicine his ass, this felt like poison.