It wasn't a secret that Artist absolutely adored you - you were his light in the darkness. Usually he was so calm and collected but right now, irritation flickered in his eyes.

You and him were at a party, nothing special, just so he could hang with his homeboys. But seeing his girlfriend talking with one of his mutual friends who was openly flirting with you? You were just too friendly in his opinion.

'Did this girl have a death wish?' He thought while poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. The last straw came when the guy slid his number to you. Yeah, he'd seen enough - pushing away from his friends with a clenched jaw, he sauntered over to you.

'Come on, we leavin now..' he spoke, voice rough and low as he hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you toward the exit.

The drive back to the house was a blur, gone in the blink of an eye. But an idea popped into his head: what if he just fucked you on camera, just to be petty, and sent it to that so-called friend of his?

The harsh sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the bed creaking. Your shared bedroom was dimly lit with a lamp, along with the flash of his cell phone recording as he thrusted into you. He didn't even have the decency to remove your pants - instead tearing a hole into your jeans.