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cardierreh15 · 11 months

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Unexpected Outcomes

I did something cute for them… right before these fuckers to get mad at each other again 😂

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Violence (Hitting) , Drug & Alcohol Usage , Destruction of Property , Cursing , Choking , TOXIC COUPLE BEHAVIOR !

Description: Anya & Amadeo had been spending more and more time together. When everything seem to be going good, he does something to anger her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Amadeo Alessi) x Nicki Minaj (Anya Harris)

Word Count:

Songs for the Chapter: Bad Girls by M.I.A

(I made fake instagram pages lmao leave me alone I think it’s cute)

Fire & Desire

The day they spent together was filled with laughter. The kind that came from the tummy and that filled their eyes with tears. Neither one of them could really believe that they were having this much fun… together. Drinking the finest wine, eating the best cheeses and enjoying the autumn sun.

Sitting there with a slight smirk on her face, she was got lost in her own thoughts. Maybe … this won’t be so bad after all. He really is a great guy. She then felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of her head. Anya lifted her head a little bit, glancing over at him with those telling eyes. ‘What?’

Amadeo had this knowing smirk spread across his lips, ‘You’re thinking about me… aren’t you?’

‘Wha—‘ she scoffed, her mouth slightly dropping as she began to muster up a excuse, ‘I — I was not!’ Her face heated as her small smirk grew into a cheeky smile. This caused Amadeo to laugh, ‘I knew it! You don’t hate me as much as you think you do missy.’ He then reached over to grab his glass of wine.

‘Oh— shut up. You’re flattering yourself now.’ She rolled her eyes and looked at her watch. 5:56pm. ‘I gotta get out of here,’ she sighed, kind of not ready but she had already canceled her day plans with her mother, Nadine would probably hang her if she missed dinner too.

‘Yeah— it’s getting late.’ He added as he looked down at his watch as well. He downed the rest of his white wine and started cleaning up their mess, putting everything back into the wooden panic basket.

Anya had stood up, stepping off of the blanket, digging her toes into the white warm sand. Hmph, when was the last time she was able to enjoy the sun like this? It had seem like she was busy all the time. And after today, after seeing how carefree Amadeo lived— how happy he lived… she needed a vacation.

Lost in her own head again, Amadeo’s voice brought her out of her trance. ‘Hey,’ his eyes sized her for a moment, lingering at her lips a little longer than the other parts of her body, ‘I had a good time today. You’re a lot tolerable to hang around when you’re not angry.’ He chuckled, holding the wooden basket in his fist.

‘So are you.’ She smiled, looking up into his eyes as he looked down into hers. It was like the world had stopped around them… it was like something inside of both of them had clicked… they had both finally come to terms that it would be bad for the both of them if they fought this. And figured that simply getting along was a lot easier and wasted a lot less energy doing so.

But in this moment… this felt like more than getting along. It felt like… like they were finally bonding. It felt like… love.

‘Here. Let me walk you to your car.’ Amadeo said after clearing his throat to break the silence.

Once at her car, she unlocked the doors with her key fob and he opened her door for her. ‘Thanks.’ She said softly. Anya looked back at him, her emotions running wild with impulse. Go kiss him. Tongue him down so good that he’ll wanna take you home. Show him what’s yet to come.

No.

Anya walked back towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her small hands rest on his muscular back, finger tips slightly digging in to ensure stability. Her head rest against his firm chest, listening to his slow paced heart. And then she gently inhaled, his cologne had once again made love to her nose… overloading her senses, igniting a raging fire within the depths of her core.

He’d wrapped his free arm around her waist, resting his dimpled chin on top of her head. He was tempted to grab a hand full of her voluptuous rump but even as the player everyone referred him to be, he was still a gentleman. Only, unlike Anya, he did give in to other urges.

Slightly pulling back so he could see her face, their eyes had met once again. He’d pushed her curly hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He allowed it to linger there for a moment before they mutually broke the hug. ‘Get home safe.’ Amadeo said, his voice gentle yet, deep.

‘Of course,’ she smiled softly up at him before walking around her open door and half way stepping in, ‘Call me.’

Amadeo gave her a small smirk, ‘Of course.’

She then got in her car, started it up and drove home.

Days had passed since their encounter at the beach and things between Anya & Amadeo had been great. They texted one another all day, and called every night. Asked one another how their day was going and if they had done anything for their wedding that were to come in the upcoming months.

But tonight… tonight was different.

Anya was sitting in her bedroom, sipping on a glass of Type AB+ while looking online for some ideas for dresses. Until she got a call from one of her close friends.

She decided to screen the call, as she didn’t want to bothered tonight and just enjoy the peace and quiet. Technically, she was ready for bed. Hair wrapped up in a silk bonnet, and in her cute pink custom pajamas. But little did she know that her relaxed mood would flip in a second.

Her friend texted her. ‘Girl.. please check your phone or call me back. ASAP!!’

That was alarming. So she unlocked her phone and as soon as she was about to text back, she received a screen recording of Amadeo kissing on some other chick on Instagram.

‘Are you fucking serious?!’ Anger has blossomed within her in seconds. ‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YO?!’ Damn near kicking her laptop off of her bed, she called her friend back. ‘Get ready bitch! We’re going clubbing!’

***

(Outfit)

It was 11:01pm and she and Royce had finally made it to one of his father’s clubs. The Rabbit Hole. The line was wrapped damn near around the building but she was basically royalty. Anyone who were to tell her no, would face … detrimental consequences.

All eyes were on her and Royce as they made their way towards the bouncers. And they wasted no time unhooking that rope and letting them both through.

Inside, it was just as packed. So many people, she wondered if any of these humans could breathe! Strobe lights danced across the crowd as the DJ created chemistry with his music. Dancers on poles and cages, this place — was live!

She searched the crowd, her soft brown eyes had shifted into their crimson state. She was beyond talking. Anya was so angry she couldn’t even speak.

‘Anya, Anya!’ Royce tapped her arm vigorously, while her right arm stretched out and pointed towards the bar. And sure enough, Amadeo was being a little bit too touchy with that same brunette girl from social media. She stared at them, wondering if he’d feel her rage and look up but no… he seem too damn interested.

‘Fuck this.’ She uttered, ‘Let’s go to VIP.’

Pushing past people and fighting their way to get to the other side of the club, they had finally made it to the VIP section that overlooked the entire club. Here she knew she had bird’s eye view of everything. She just couldn’t wait til she got ahold of him.

After convincing promoter to put her section on Amadeo’s tab, she ordered bottle service. Even invited some other folks in other VIP sections to come join them as well. She knew all of this would cause a scene, grasp his attention the way she wanted.

It had finally hit 12am and to say that Anya was a little drunk was a understatement. She laughed at all the jokes men told her and damn near forgot the real reason why she was here. Until Bad Girls by M.I.A blared through the speaker, rattling any glass that was in the club.

She sung loudly with her friend, dancing as If they had no worries.

‘Damn. They’re loud aren’t they?’ The girl looked up, making a face at the group of people who seem to have been throwing a party of their own in VIP.

Amadeo pulled away from the girl, he looked up, his blue drunken eyes zooming in at the women who were dancing and dancing. And almost immediately their eyes had met. ‘Fuck.’ He cursed. Anya had thrown up her middle finger carelessly, making the statement fuck you.

‘Do you know them?’ The girl asked, standing up and placing her hand on his chest.

‘Yes. That’s my fiancé.’ Without further explanation, he started towards the stairs of the VIP section.

‘Oh! Oh! Girl he’s coming!’ The girls laughed as they high five one another. Anya was smooth with this kind of thing. She wasn’t just a pretty face, but intelligent as hell.

Once through, Amadeo angrily pushed through the dancing people in her section until he made it to her. Snatching her up by her arm, he pulled her away from the glass ledge that over looked everything. ‘What the fuck are you doing?!’

Anya snatched her arm away from him, ‘ME?! So you’re gonna act like you weren’t down there groping and kissing on another woman?! You’re gonna pretend that never happened?!’

‘Aw here we go!’

‘Yes here we fucking go! IM OVER HERE POSTING YOU ON MY SHIT, AND YOU GOT ME OUT HERE LOOKING FUCKING STUPID!’ She yelled, poking him in his forehead, trying her best to make it hurt. Amadeo growled and shoved her wrist away, ‘Keep your fucking hands off me, Anya.’

She really couldn’t pinpoint why she was so upset. Maybe because she had gotten comfortable with the idea of marrying him. She had fallen in love with him over the past week or so. They just seem to be best friends yesterday and now, he had spit in her face!

‘Or else what?!’ What she would give to slap him in the face right now. ‘How would you feel if I was on some random fucking dude, tongue kissing him on fucking LIVE INSTAGRAM WHILE YOU ARE HOME LOOKING FOR TUXEDOS AND SHIT?! HAVE YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THAT SHIT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL?!’

‘I HAVEN’T THOUGHT ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DONT CARE ANYA!’

Her feelings were hurt. Tears had filled her eyes, anger coarse through her veins and her hands shook. ‘You know what?! FUCK YOU!’ Her voice cracked, as tears fell from her eyes. Swiftly, she turned around— walking through the crowd and walking downstairs towards the bar.

Amadeo’s heart sunk. He didn’t mean it… he was just drunk! And angry!

Once at the bar, she turned around, slightly dizzy from all of the movement, she pointed up at him, ‘YOU WANT TO FUCK WITH ME! EXPLAIN TO YOUR FATHER, WHY HE HAS TO REPLACE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF LIQUOR!’

Her screaming had caught everyone’s attention, yet the music didn’t stop playing.

Amadeo looked over the ledge, ‘ANYA! I SWEAR TO GOD!’

‘WHAT?!’ Started pushing cocktail glasses off of the bar top. Picking some up and slamming them on the ground. Crushing others with her strong hands. ‘WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AMADEO?!’ She screamed before lifting a empty stool. And right before she was going to toss it into the bar with intentions to destroy, he grabbed her arm once again.

He’d snatched the stool out of her hand and placed it down. ‘Alright. Enough of this shit.’ Venom and hatred so clear in his words. Quicker than lightning, he grabbed her thighs and threw her over his shoulder.

‘Let me go! Put me down, Amadeo!’ She sobbed angrily, punching at his back, kicking her feet as he effortlessly carried her upstairs towards his father’s office. ‘Get your fucking hands off of me! PUT ME DOWN!’ She demanded.

***

Once in his father’s office, he had slammed her on the sofa. ‘YOU SIT RIGHT THERE! AND YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!’ Amadeo yelled, pointing at her as he scolded her.

With her smeared make up, Anya quickly stood up, ‘Who the FUCK are you?! Talking to me like I’m some child! I ain’t your fucking kid!’ She walked over to him, ‘You have done this! This is ALL YOUR FAULT!’

‘MY FAULT?!’

‘YEAH ITS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT AMADEO! HAD YOU NOT BEEN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, WE WOULDN’T EVEN BE ARGUING! I HATE YOU!’ And she shoved him hard in his chest. He stumbled back a little bit.

‘ANYA! Put your hands on me again!’ It was a threat.

‘FUCK YOU AMADEO!’ Anya shoved him one more time before she quickly brought her hand up and slapped it across his face, leaving a bright red hand print across his chiseled jaw. ‘YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST PLAY WITH MY FEELINGS! I HATE YOU,’ she beat and punched at his chest. ‘I HATE YOU!’ She repeated, sobbing so hard, her words were almost inaudible.

Finally, with the stinging at his cheek, he grew fed up with her shit and snatched up her wrists and slammed her against the wall. ‘ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!’ Letting go of one wrist, he wrapped the other one around her neck.

Anya whined as another tear fell in the previous one’s track, her lip quivered as she had seem to accept her fate. ‘Go ahead,’ she breathe with a slight hiccup, ‘Kill me… anything to pull me out of THIS EMOTIONAL HELL YOU’VE CREATED FOR ME!”

Amadeo’s grip grew a little bit tighter, this teeth clenched together and a frustrated grow left his chest. ‘URGH! GODDAMN YOU!’ He snatched away from her and turned his back away.

Her weakened legs crumbled beneath her and she fell to her hands and knees with a sob. She then looked up at him with wet eyes, ‘I love you… you just—‘ she choked up.

The male seem to have paused his thoughts. And swiftly turned around to look at her. His frustrated features softened and he approached her.

‘You just—‘ she hiccuped again as sat up on her knees, and sat down on her legs, ‘You make me… want to do better— be better. But you hurt me. I’m trying to give all of this a chance, you a chance but you just… don’t want me do you?’

‘Of course I want you, Anya!’ He argued as he squat down in front of her.

‘Then why act like this?! Embarrass me? Tell me you don’t care?! Do you know I came here tonight to purposely make a fool out of myself for you?!’ She gave his chest a light shove, not hard enough for him to even budge but he just grabbed her wrists.

‘Anya.’

She tried to tug away, ‘no.’ She muttered, shaking her head.

‘Anya, look at me.’ He paused until she looked up at him, ‘I’m sorry… look let me make this up to you. Let me take you home?’

Anya sniffed and wiped her nose with her wrist. ‘Why don’t you go home with that bitch downstairs? She’s probably waiting on ya anyway.’

‘Because I don’t care about her. Damn why you gotta be so fucking difficult?’

‘Would I be me if I wasn’t?’ She asked, glaring up at him with eyes that could kill.

‘I suppose not. Come on. Let’s go home.’ He grabbed her arm, pulling her up to her feet.

***

Amadeo looked down at her as she slept soundly; curled up against her pillow. His arms were folded across his chest. He then let out a gentle sigh before running his fingers through his thick hair. ‘Damn woman what am I going to do with you.’

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