I glared at him and crossed my arms. How dare he think he could play me again! I was not some toy he could pull out of his closet anytime he was lonely.
"You know I hate you." I said venomously.

"They say the best sex is anger sex." He winked at me and strutting over. I walked around him and out of his room. "Where are you going?" Joe called anger lacing his words.

"Home, like I wanted." I screamed.

"That's my shirt!" Joe stated. Without hesitating I pulled off the shirt and threw it towards his bedroom door. I began down the long hallway. I was suddenly pushed to the ground with a loud thump. I put my arms out instinctively. Joe spun me around and kissed me hatefully with his lips of silk. I pulled his hair and kissed back. I couldn't help it, it was like a hateful attraction. The only thing keeping us connected was our hate. I felt Joe kick off his pants as he pulled away from the kiss.
He grabbed my legs roughly and hiked them up into the air. I bit back my screams as he spread them apart and began thrusting his penis inside of me. I couldn't control my moans and groans, no matter how much I hated Joe I couldn't deny how good he was with his penis. Joe smiled every time my moans got louder. It was almost like rape but I was participating willingly. Joe was in control and I wasn't fighting him on it. He stared into my eyes with his stupid little grin.
"I hate you." I spat out.

"I hate you too." He said equally hateful, he then pulled his penis out and lay on top of my kissing my boobs and fingering me. I screamed and began to shake. I grabbed onto the railing of the staircase and repeatedly smacked the floor. I began to orgasm, everything felt blissful and I could tell Joe was enjoying my screams to much to stop anytime soon. I began to loose feeling, I blinked and saw Joe smiling at me. He leaned down and kissed my lips gently which was strange. He began to move his fingers faster and I bit my lip as sensation spread throughout my body.
After a few moments I started to feel tired, I yawned and then went limp underneath Joe.

I woke up and I was slowly rocking. I looked around. I was on Joe's bed and I was rocking because Joe was on top of me and he was inserting and exerting his penis gently inside me. I didn't remember getting here. I focused on him confused. Joe smiled at me then began thrusting harder and deeper. I grabbed onto his neck and screamed with pleasure.

"Oh baby, you're ruining my sheets with all this cum." He scolded me. I slapped him across the face which only made him laugh. Though Joe made me mad he wasn't wrong, angry sex is awesome sex. I began thrusting with him until pictures of Nick popped into my head. His sad face, and his loving eyes. Then there was Joe who loved nothing more then to see me hurt. I stopped and got my shit together. I pulled back my arm and punched him in the nose. He groaned and rolled off me.

"What the hell, Demi?" He yelled then groaned in pain.

"I HATE YOU! I LOVE NICK!" I screamed getting off his bed.

"Just because you suddenly realized this doesn't undo the fact that we just had sex." Joe said standing up angrily. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and walked out of his room. I walked into Nick's room and gasped.

Nick was sitting on his bed with his ear against the wall and tears in his eyes. He looked at me with a broken heart.

"Nick.." I started. He threw me Joe's t-shirt.

"Leave." He said pulling his knees up to his chest.

"But-"

"Go."

"Nick let me explain!" I demanded tears stinging my eyes.

"Get out of here Demi, the paparazzi is waiting for you." He wiped his eyes and looked away from me. I turned away holding Joe's shirt and then it hit me. The reason Joe was being a jerk. The reason Nick was fighting to show how much he cared and how much he hated his brothers. The phone call. Then the paparazzi. They were trying to undo Joe's title as the heart breaker. And the only way to do that was to start where the title started.
Jemi.