Landon's POV 
If there's something I never foresaw it's the fact that there are days that Nadia would actually feel something for Vance and avoid me like a plague. 
I'm a bad person, and it makes it worse that I hate when there's no trouble in their paradise. Nadia doesn't have the chance to drop in and see me as she used to do. 
Sometimes I fear that if they ever have a happy moment that lasted too long, I might have to throw a little yeast in the dough. 
It doesn't make sense to want to get with someone else. Whether or not Nadia was enjoying the sex and fame that came with her marriage to Vance, she's always known she belongs to me and we would eventually get back together. Getting with someone new would only further complicate issues and Nadia more distant. I really cannot afford for that to happen. 
  “Are we done?” Her voice distracted me from the meeting I had been having in my head. 
A very unwanted distraction. I wish there was a wand I could wave and she'd be out of here. 
It's the price I have to pay for my impulsive nature. She looked like the most beautiful I had ever seen only a few minutes ago and now I can't even be bothered to look at her. 
  “So are you giving me the money?” She asked again. I really could take much more of her shrill icy voice. 
She did not even bother to put some clothes over her naked breasts which were pointing in different directions. I can imagine that it looked sexy to me just a few minutes ago. Sexual frustration is really frustrating. 
  “It's over there in the drawer.” I forced myself to look beyond the climbing irritation I was beginning to feel and just sort her out so she could be out of my sight. 
Engaging pack whores is a crime at best, but an attempt at suicide at worst. Those women have been with everything with a third leg and some money. 
She got up immediately and put back on her scanty coverings, drew out the drawer carelessly and packed every note in it. She did not bother with the counting fully knowing it was well over what was due her for the short fun we had. I could not even go on barely two minutes into it. 
She slipped it in, somewhere between her breasts I could not properly describe as cleavage, it's damn too wide. 
I almost started questioning my own sanity. Was I really down this bad? I could not even understand myself. 
I could not hide the sigh of relief that escaped my lips as she sauntered out through the door, banging it behind her like it belonged to the whore house I shamelessly got her from. 
Suddenly it started to occur to me that I didn't even think about the chances of those lowlife women being vendors of serious diseases. 
Fuck! I hate how Nadia, directly or by ripple effect has this hold on me. For over two weeks, I have been by myself, just me! How I wished I could speed the time up, skip to the part where I am what I want to be. 
I was done with that bloody whore, but I wasn't done. It's been a while since Nadia made me swear off pleasuring myself. 
Well where's Nadia now? Getting high on another man's smile, charm and cock. 
I was still battling Nadia in my head, and maybe even the saner part of me, but it did not stop the throbbing in my dick. 
My hand had begun to unconsciously wander away from my sides and towards my lower body. Subconsciously, my hands traveled past every piece of clothing I shoved on me when I awoke from my drunken stupor to find the hoe who was in my bed only a few minutes ago. 
I was disappointing myself, I was disappointing Nadia. I tried so hard to shove her name to the back of my head. Remembering her was bitter-sweet. Hopefully, something good was going to come out from all these, but it really was absolutely freaking hard. 
I really wonder how I thought I was gonna cope. Worse still is we never really put a time frame to all these. What if Nadia wants to get the best of both worlds and decides she'd rather things remained like this for a while before we execute our grand and final strike? What if she suddenly woke up one morning, drunk on Vance's love and cum and decides enough is enough with me? There's only just so much that could go south, already, my mental health is. 
I tore my hand away from where it lay shamelessly on my limp dick. If at that moment, I didn't summon courage enough to tear my eyes away, the sight might have broken me. It was limp and helpless, just like me. There was no pleasure anywhere anyways, why wring the life out of myself trying to act like there is?
Just then, a bang on the wall, causing the shelf on the inside to fall, sending all the items rattling, Who the hell could that be?! It strikes again, this time it's harder and more violent. Has to be something with a great temper and even greater strength. 
I had enough. Nobody bullies me. My eyes had almost turned fully black as I jumped off the chair I was headed for the door. It was as clear as the summer sky, no one in sight. I would have thought it was my mind playing the tricks if there weren't broken ceramics to be discarded. This was a threat. I should take it up with Vance, but I really don't want to have much to do with him besides what was unavoidable. 
  “Who's there?!” I screamed out loud. It felt like I would go mad anytime soon. There's just so much I could handle. The night was still, the wind and trees unbothered, making me look like a fool.