"You're late." Ben said with his usual arrogant smirk as the apartment door swung open.
"I said around noon, it's twelve-twenty. Deal with it." Kristina replied acidly as she shot past him.
"Miss Manners as always," he countered quickly, under his breath, but loud enough that she would hear it.
"Oh, grow up," she sighed as she dropped her purse on the couch and turned to face him.
Clearly the hostility was still as abundant as ever between the two, almost a month since they had split up and she had moved out.
"Is your little girlfriend over?" She asked, her words dripping with venom.
"She's not my..." he stopped himself mid-sentence, "fuck you, I'm not doing this again."
"Oh I forgot she's not your girlfriend," she glared at him with loathing in her eyes, "you just fuck her."
"I told you, I didn't..."
"Well you could've fooled me, and anyone else who saw the two of you going at it in the club."
"Whatever," he sighed, already too exasperated at the thought of rehashing this argument for the countless time.
"Whatever, right. Typical fucking response from you." She turned away from him, shaking her head in frustration.
Kristina squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears. He had broken her heart that night when she had caught him with that little slut on the dance floor at that salsa club four weeks ago. It had felt like her whole world had come crashing down around her when she saw him making out with her, their hands all over each other, their bodies grinding up against one another to the music. She hated him.
"You wanna fight, or do you want your shit?" Ben finally said.
Turning back around to face him, the pissed-off expression on her face indicated that she would prefer both.
"Where is it?" She asked impatiently.
"Right there," he snapped back, motioning to a small box in the hallway.
She just glared at him in response, her eyebrows arching. An expression he knew all too well. He shook his head and walked over to the cardboard box of her belongings.
"Right away, your majesty," he mumbled as he passed her.
"Asshole," she hissed back at him under her breath.
Kristina watched with folded arms and an irritated frown as her ex-boyfriend went to retrieve her things. She had put off coming over and getting the last of her stuff because she did not know how she would react to seeing him. The last time they were in the same room was a couple of weeks ago, and she cried for a day and a half afterwards. As much as she hated him for the way he had betrayed her, the problem was that she still missed him, was still attracted to him physically.
She watched as Ben picked up the box. The muscles in his well formed arms strained slightly against the short sleeves of his old grey t-shirt as he lifted it up. Despite herself, she could not help but stare at his bad-boy shaved head and stubbly cheeks, remembering all too well what it felt like to press against them, what it was like to be wrapped in his strong arms and held tight against his body. Suddenly, she felt her pussy dampen just a little and her head begin to spin. Cursing herself, she forced her eyes off of him and vowed to strengthen her resolve.
He was an asshole she told herself. He cheated on you. You hate him.
Setting the box down by the door, he turned to her and shrugged his shoulders in irritation.
"Anything else?" He questioned sneeringly.
There really was nothing else for Kristina there, but she found herself unable to just pick up the box and walk away.
"Why did you do it Ben?" She asked, her eyes burning a hole in him as she did.
"Oh for fuck sakes," he groaned, rubbing his bald head in disbelief. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"
"Sorry for cheating or sorry for getting caught?" She snapped back.
"I didn't fuck her!" He bellowed. "You may not wanna believe that, but I didn't."
"And I should believe you?" She howled back. "I suppose you weren't all over her at that club either?"
"Now who should grow up Kris?" He asked, wandering away from her and shaking his head. "I fucking made a mistake, but God forbid someone as perfect as you could ever let me be forgiven!"
"Oh that's right, you cheat on me and I'm the bitch for not forgiving you. That sounds right."
"Fuck off."
"Oh, what's the matter, the truth hurt?" She quickly moved to follow him as he continued to wander around the apartment.
"You're so fucking self righteous." He countered, stopping his pacing and turning to face her. "Like you've never made a mistake?"
"At least I never cheated on you."
He turned away from her, so angry that he could not find the words. She knew she was getting to him.
"Was she the only one Ben?" She pressed on, trying to rile him further. "How many other sluts did you fuck while we were together? Is that what it was, huh? I wasn't slutty enough for you, so you had to pick up skanks at clubs? I wasn't a big enough whore for you? You wanted dirty little tramps to fuck? I didn't let you fuck me like a slut enough?"
Unable to take anymore of her verbal assault, he spun around quickly and glared at her with a look so full of fury that she immediately stopped talking. The thing was, as angry as her words were making him, there was no denying that hearing her speak in such a vulgar way was an incredible turn on, as clearly indicated by the growing bulge in his pants.
He stared at Kristina intently as silent tension replaced the venomous vocal conflict between them. Her face was flushed a bright red, her eyes narrowed and her pouting lips were pursed in rage. Her brown hair was a mess from all of her head shaking and manic rustling of her hands through her mane, making her usually well kept curls intermingle wildly into an untamed bohemian look. She was breathing hard, and Ben was struggling to keep his eyes off her big, supple tits as her chest heaved in and out with each gasp of breath. The thin white tank top and lacy bra beneath struggled mightily to contain the top of her overflowing bosom. Even though he was so mad he could not even speak to her at that moment, the only thought running through his mind as he looked at her was of all the things he would like to do with her wonderful breasts right then and there.
They glared at each other for almost half a minute until she finally began to lose her nerve. The look in his eye was chilling, something she had never seen in him before.
"Goodbye Ben." She finally spat out as she bent down and picked up the box.
