Don't Play With My Soul

Zenia's POV

Two Weeks Later

"Zenia, get your ass up and get out of that bed right now!" my sister yelled as she drew the curtains open.

The rays of sunlight hit my face instantly. I rolled to the other side of the bed with a growl. "Leave me alone."

"Girl, I'm not playing with you. You've been groveling in your misery for days with the same clothes on. You look like a hobo! Get up, clean yourself up and go do something with your life!"

She pulled me out of the bed and pushed me into the bathroom. She turned the shower on me and I hooted like an injured owl as the cold water washed over me. I quickly switched the water temperature and glared at her. She did that on purpose.

"Have a nice bath," she said before she left.

After my forced shower, I felt somewhat better. I had been crying for days. I ate nothing. I did nothing. I stayed locked up in my room, in bed, crying my eyes out over him and feeling sorry for myself. Why did I have to be such a damn fool?

Why did I push away the guy who loved me dearly?

Why did I always let my anger get the best of me?

"Zenia, dress nicely. EJ is here," Jasmine said softly as she came back into the room.

"What?" My heart skipped several beats.

"He's outside in the living room with Evan."

"Thanks for the hint." I rampaged through my closet, looking for something capturing and sexy to wear. If I was to get him back, I needed his attention.

I stepped into a black and red mini dress and a pair of red heels. I flat ironed my hair and it fell beautifully down my back. I did a quick, but neat, makeup application then looked at myself in the body mirror.

I left the bedroom and went into the living room.

EJ and Evan were stuffing their faces with Pringles and sodas and talking loudly at a movie.

"So wait, he's the bad guy?!"

"Nah, he only turned on them because the witch got his kid!"

"Check out that Lambo!"

"I'm getting the new Lamborghini Huracan tomorrow!"

"Awesome!" Evan yelled and sounded similar to that wrestler, The Miz. They weren't aware that I was looking at them.

Without interrupting, I went back into my bedroom. I thought EJ would have looked unhappy, but I was wrong. He was perfectly happy without me around and without me in his life. I was the only one wallowing over the end of our relationship.

I threw myself down on the bed and cried my eyes out again. Then, a knock came on my door and Jasmine and Evan walked in with EJ right behind them.

"Sit up," Jasmine spoke.

I sat up immediately and dried my eyes with the back of my hands. They landed on EJ afterwards.

"I don't like this one bit. You and EJ need to talk and sort things out!"

Jasmine and Evan left.

EJ looked at me, blew out a loud sigh and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Zenia, they're right. We do need to talk."

"I know," I whispered.

"The way things ended were rough, but I thought it was the best decision to make. You're an incredible woman and I really want to be your friend."

Just friends? I want you back, EJ. I promise, I'll trust you and hold onto you and never let you go. I love you.

"That sounds great," I responded.

"Yeah. I think we moved too quickly. I bought us a house, got you a ring. We're still young and we should live our lives the way we actually want. I understand that you don't want things handed to you, and I never wanted you to lose your independence, but I just figured that I should spoil you. You're different, and I'll always remember that about you."

Tears welled up again.

"Zen, don't cry."

He was no longer calling me 'baby' or 'doll face' like he usually did.

"EJ, I miss you. I miss us." The tears slipped out my eyes.

"Zen, I think this is for the best. Our relationship wasn't stable enough to put this behind and move forward."

"No! Putting an end to it was the easy way out, and a coward act on your part."

"What did you want me to do? Fight for you? How can I do that when you don't even trust me?

Allow me to say this, trust is the key factor to a relationship. Without it the relationship is nothing."

"I know that EJ, and I do trust you. I just don't want to get hurt again."

"See, that's the problem right there. You're not ready for a serious relationship if you're still affected by the past. I can't change that for you. I'm me. I'm Ethan Hollen, Junior. I'm not that punk ass loser who hurt you and dumped you. I've told you countless times that I loved you and I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"I know. But when I saw you with her, my anger got the best of me and--"

"Look, I'll be very honest with you. I still love you, Zenia. I still think about what we had and everything we've been through, but we're not compatible enough to be together."

He got off the bed and went for the door.

"EJ! Please don't go!" I got off the bed and grabbed him before he left. I held onto him tightly and cried. I didn't care how pathetic I looked, I wanted my man back.

"Zenia, it's for the best."

"No! It's not for the best. I want everything back to how it was. I want back the house, the car, the ring on my finger and I want you back."

"Zenia, let go of me."

"No! I'm not letting go!"

He turned back to me and pushed me up against the door then claimed my lips with a fierce kiss like he had never done to me before. I reacted immediately. My fingers went through his lush hair then I held onto his neck as he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his torso, his erection pressing firmly on me.

I heard the unbuckling of his belt, and I felt the wetness tingling its way my entrance, ready to accept and have him.

Shutting my eyes as he sucked on my neck, I felt him inside me. My wild hormones cheered when he thrust harder and faster. It felt like incredible makeup sex, and I was willing to do anything he wanted.

"Oh my God, EJ," I moaned out when I felt my climax being reached. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his mouth went to my opening and devoured my explosion. He threw me on the bed and entered me again, harder and faster he went.

My nails sank into his gorgeous back as they went underneath his T-shirt. He kissed me again. I loved every moment of it.

At the end, he got off me and fixed himself up.

"Wow. That was really amazing. Why did you do that? I thought you said you wanted us to be friends," I said and wrapped my arms around his waist.

He removed them then turned around to face me.

"I do want us to be friends but I needed you one last time," he answered.

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought he had forgiven me and wanted me back.

"Bye Zenia."

He left the room and, again, left me in tears.