Shouting and Dumping

That question taunted the whole surroundings to be silent for a moment.

Blake, who was planning to go back to sleep, suddenly look up at her. In the dim light of the four corners of the hotel room, Blake's eyes twinkled with curiosity. Noelle didn't brush away her gaze and stood up from the bed, a lot of emotions can be read with her glance.

Eyes don't lie. In that question, a slight twitch of his lids made the suspicion grow stronger.

"Why do you ask me that kind of question?" Blake's hoarse voice was natural, but the edgy sketch of the tone behind his words were enough to quit the suspicions and confirm it. Noelle sat down properly, and both of them are facing each other, with their bodies naked.

No saplings, no sheets, just breasts and chests, and tensed glares. Their breathings are ragged, too. Unlike Noelle, she got nothing to hide from him. She's perfectly clear, no committed mistakes, and nothing can make her the dirty woman.

Noelle asked once again, "Have you been sleeping with Monica? For the past weeks?"

Blake's initial reaction was to pause. He looked at her straight in the eye and gradually shook his head. Noelle knew he's going to deny, but she smiled, and understood it pretty well that a porn star… will always be a porn star.

"I didn't," Blake hushed. She didn't mind the answer yet and swung her legs on the bedside.

She opened one of the drawers and retrieved the packs of cigarettes. Lighted up the butt of the cigarette, she let the smoke waft through before putting it between her teeth. It was not her usual routine, but whenever she's stressed out, she'll give it a hit.

"But your thrusts are different now. You just have s*x with me because it's what calls your body, not your soul," Noelle unraveled with gritted teeth. Blake stared at her bare back and wondered how long he'd have to beat in the bushes.

"Right? You did it because I was here and you couldn't contain the temptation you had…"

"No, Noelle. I love when I am here with you," Blake defended. And at that moment, Noelle knew she had to stop smoking to confront him. In fact, she has a plan to dump him early. Their relationship is going nowhere, and as it may seem, the sparks are not the same anymore.

Noelle put the unfinished cigarette on the ash tray and pushed the butt to diffuse the warm area. She stood up, turned around, and flashed her big breasts underneath the dim light. Still, Blake couldn't look at it straightly. He's still in her eyes and not somewhere else.

"You love being here with me? That's a new statement I never heard of. For 3 years of being with you, Blake, I thought of you cheating with me. I know that since the start, Blake, but I still pushed through because you are the one who fixed me. I never had enough knowledge in love but you taught me how."

Blake slid out of the bed fast, and even without any saplings on, he ran to Noelle and held her hands. Noelle let him. This is going to be the last time they're going to hold each other.

"Noelle, that isn't true. You're the one for me. What are you even thinking?"

"No, Blake. I was just a piece of your collection, someone who let you grow out of your box. You are someone who fixed me when all of my thoughts aren't straight. But Blake, I'm tired of this."

How can Noelle drift from Blake's fingers that fast? How can she…

"Oh, do tell. I want to ask you the same question: Have you been sleeping with Cole Rodriguez?"

It caused her a guffaw. She pushed his hands away and took a step back. Now, she's being accused? For, what? For being the one who caught him first? Noelle shook her head drastically, and pointed at him, "You don't tell me that when I asked you clearly if you've been hitting with Monica ever since you left. She likes you, Blake! Really, really likes you that she's possessive of your feelings like she's your girl!"

"Then why the hell are you picking up this fight with me when Cole Rodriguez had the same impression in you?! He is your high school crush, right?! You even accepted his offer for a dance! So, tell me, does that make you have the right to ask me that question?!"

"Of course! How can I prove that you haven't cheated on me for the past weeks?! From what you look, from the way you hold your cell phone, in that simple smirk, I know the text came from Monica!"

"Noelle, you're getting funnier as the days pass."

"Look at you getting ridiculous with your defense! I accepted Cole Rodriguez's offer because I wanted a life for myself, and not just because I am an average porn star! I want to grow, Blake! And if you're going to hinder my growth, let's just separate!"

Noelle didn't know where those strong-willed thoughts came from. She never thought that they're going to separate in a shouting… and naked figures.

"You're accusing me of having an affair behind my back, tell me you haven't lived your life, and now, you wanted us to separate after… sharing an intimate moment?"

Noelle doesn't want to do that to him, but she had to. She barely even had a time to herself not thinking of Blake. If this man truly loves her, he wouldn't allow those thoughts to come inside her mind in the first place. He was going to assure her every day that those thoughts were as absurd as it was.

"Yeah, I wanted to dump you, Blake. I wanted to thank you for everything…"

"No, you can't! You can't just leave me like this!" He took a step forward and grab her arms. But Noelle slapped him after he does. Everything that changed in him was due to Monica's hook up with her. Noelle was glad she doesn't have to defend herself anymore.

She had enough.

"I've had enough of you. You're never like this before, Blake. But I had to do this to you because I am so tired of thinking you're not kissing another girl behind the camera. I'm so exhausted to think that you're not sharing a bed with someone else. That I was so anxious to think that your promise has broken, that we were going to be forever, and that I am the only one on your heart!"

Noelle pushed him, stronger enough for him to fall back on the bed. Tears flow out of Noelle's cheeks, and at the time of shouting her feelings, his cell phone… rang.

Both of them turned in that direction, and Noelle saw it. The 'Monica' on the caller ID. Foolish of Blake, he put his cell phone at the bedside table, where she can see it clearly. Noelle's tears fall down heavily, and she couldn't contain it anymore.

"See? She's calling you at midnight. A girl won't call you at this time if you don't allow her in your life, Blake."

Blake's face washed with guilt. Noelle retrieved her clothes and started to pick up her things.

"Noelle…"

"No, Blake, we're over!"