Between Never and Forever

by Shain Rose

“It’s been a whole damn year, Kee. A year of me loving you, and a year of you wanting me to keep it a secret. For what?”

“You can have me here,” I whispered. “Just not out there.” “I want you every-fucking-where.”

“I’ll never be your friend.” The words came out fast with fury. “I’ve told you I love you; I’ve promised myself to you. I want to marry you…not be your friend.” She gasped at my confession, yet I continued on. “You’ve always been my girl, my girlfriend, my future wife. Nothing less. Don’t you get that? I promised you forever, Kee.”

“I don’t know, Kee. All I know is that you said you didn’t love me once.” “I didn’t mean it.” I stepped back and away from her. “Yes, well, I mean it when I say I don’t love you now.” I didn’t mean it either.

“You come to my casino, my resort, have your fuckboy of a boyfriend propose on my property. And you’re wearing his ring like it belongs on your finger. Tell me it’s a joke. Say. It.”

“Because I could only look at you all night.” He combed a hand through his thick hair. “I’ve been with her for two years, and it’s been damn near fifteen years without you,” he said, and his voice suddenly held all the pain I felt. “And yet I hear your voice on that stage, look at you singing, and I still only want you.”

“I won’t stop until I have you. You know that, Kee. I won’t stop till I get you out of my fucking system.”

Dex Hardy, in a three-piece suit and all grown up, stood in front of me, ready to take over my world. And then he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Because your ass knows. You’re not marrying anyone but me.”

“Bend over the counter and face the window. Look out at the city I rule and feel how I’m going to rule you too.”

“Now, want me to fuck you nice, like this means something, or fuck you rough, like I hate you for all you’ve done?”

“We can handle any man. We’re women,” Pink cut her off with a glare. “Women handle men. Not the other way around.”

“Because I know too fucking much about you, Kee,” he bellowed and threw up his hands. “Jesus, you wrote our love into so much and fucking skyrocketed to the top, didn’t you?” “What?” The harsh accusation was the opposite of what I’d thought we’d be discussing right then. “I never used this song to—” “It’s on an album, isn’t it?” “Yes, but not like this, not just me and the—” “Then you used it.”

WTF

Dex: Get the fuck out of my fiancée’s dressing room and stop talking shit.

LMFAO!!!

Dimitri: I would, but I’m investing your money because you can’t do math.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yet, he murmured, “Remember, tomorrow all you have to do is say I do.”

She’s gonna fuck It up