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A/N: sorry this took so long. i really have no excuse, my job doesn't allow me to have a set schedule. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ chapter summary: the president’s daughter spends her first day with her new security detail.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!OC, Rome Flynn x Fem!OC, Damson Idris x Fem!OC. Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: angst, 18+ black!writer, language, fighting, threatening, choking, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression.

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The door opens to the media room and in an instant, the social butterfly that helped my mother win the presidency is flipped on. “Secretary Randall!” I greet the short woman in front of me.

“Liberty! It’s been too long,” Secretary Randall returns the familiarity with an outstretched hand.

The smile doesn’t leave my face as I reach out to meet Secretary Randall halfway before Agent Jordan attacks her. “It’s so nice to see you,” I say through clenched teeth. Fuck, my jaw is going to hurt after all this fake smiling.

“It’s nice to see you too. Thanks for making time for this in your schedule,” she chirps a little too loud for my liking this early in the day.

“Of course. I wish I had more time, maybe we can figure something out in the future,” I lie. I hope this is the last time I see this woman until I’m begging for a good student teaching placement.

The photographer directs us to stand in between the windows with the most sunlight. “Yes, that’s right. You’re in class at…” she trails off, hoping I’ll finish her sentence.

The photographer snaps a couple of pictures of us smiling, standing side by side. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel Agent Jordan’s eyes on me, waiting for the secretary to step out of line so he could pounce. “Howard,” I finally blurt out.

Once the photographer gives a thumbs up, I step back giving us each some personal space again. “Yes, Howard. Amazing education program,” Secretary Randall compliments.

“Speaking of, I have class in,” I pause to look down at my wristwatch. “Half an hour so, I’m sorry but I have to go,” I apologize and hope it looks sincere.

She nods, stepping out of the path for the door. “I understand. Have a good day, Libby,” she waves goodbye.

I return the smile, moving to exit the room as soon as possible. “You too, Secretary Randall,” I try to call towards her over my shoulder, but Agent Jordan is blocking my way.

Once the doors shut behind the three of us, Jo clears her throat. “You know you don’t have class in thirty minutes, right?” she asks.

I nod, turning towards the staircase to the residence levels. “Of course, I know. But I just need 15 minutes of alone time before this interview,” I explain.

Jo stops just before we ascend the staircase together, leaving Agent Jordan and me alone. “Got it,” she says, walking back in the direction we came.

My feet rush up the stairs, making a right towards the blue room. 

Please let it be empty, please let it be empty, please let it be empty. I chant the mantra in my head over and over again until my hand is on the handle, pushing the door open. A sigh of relief rasps through my body. Thank god, it’s empty. 

I step into the room, taking in the relaxing feeling of the calming color. The door shuts behind me and I assume Agent Jordan has closed it and is now standing outside the door. I take advantage of the opportunity, closing my eyes and flopping down on the couch.

My breathing calms and I mentally note to plan a regular massage appointment if things are going to continue this way. When my eyes flutter open, I almost jump out of my skin seeing Agent Jordan towering over my face. “That was good,” he compliments with his signature menacing smirk on his face.

“I know,” I scoff, hyper-aware of his every move now. My eyes watch Agent Jordan come around to the front of the couch. “What are you doing?” I question him.

Agent Jordan pulls at the bottom of his pants a bit before sitting down. “What does it look like?” he chides.

I roll my eyes, feeling them get stuck from the sleepy feeling I’ve yet to shake. “Sitting, yes. But next to me,” I point out Agent Jordan’s perfectly sculpted body.

Agent Jordan shrugs, tilting his head to look at me. “It’s the best way to protect you,” he mutters.

“You’re supposed to protect me from stuff outside the room. There’s nothing to protect me from in here but you,” I counter.

Agent Jordan’s head falls back and he lets out something I thought I’d never hear. A fucking boisterous laugh. “My lady has jokes,” he chuckles.

I roll my eyes, scooting further away from Agent Jordan on the couch. “No. Your lady has questions,” I warn.

“No,” Agent Jordan deadpans.

“Yes,” I argue.

Agent Jordan’s eyes narrow at me sending a chill down my spine. “No, Liberty,” he bellows with finality. “Prep for your fucking interview or something,” he crosses his arms, staring directly up at the ceiling. He doesn’t dare to move and his face is cold as stone.

A few moments pass and I realize, Agent Jordan’s not going to break. I might as well press forward. “What’s your first name?” I ask.

Agent Jordan's lips part and he lets out an exacerbated sigh. “Michael,” he states.

I lick my lips, sitting up to prepare another question. “What’s your zodiac sign?” I buzz.

“Why do you care?” Michael asks, still no movement.

“Because I do. Now tell me,” I spew.

Michael blinks rapidly as if he’s trying to reach up and grab the zodiac sign from his mind. I should’ve just asked him his birth date. “I don’t know. My birthday is on February 9th,” he responds.

My eyes roll again. Gotta love the air signs. “Great, you’re an Aquarius,” I criticize.

Michael’s face scrunches with blithe disregard. “I won’t even pretend to know or give a shit about what that means to you,” he mouths off towards the ceiling.

“What are you doing here?” I ask with my head propped up in my hand.

“Working,” Michael grumbles.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question. Why. Are. You. Here?” I intonate. 

Michael’s tongue darts out over his perfectly plump bottom lip and the simple act has me gulping. “Have to be. It’s in my contract,” he reminds me.

“Well, the only reason why an ex-navy seal would be doing this job would be because you did something bad,” I speculate, pausing to search Michael’s face for any discomfort.

Michael’s poker face is award-winning, and he doesn’t crack, so I continue to press. “Were you a bad boy, Mikey?” I coo seductively.

“Don’t,” Michael snaps.

My jaw drops and I cover my mouth with my hands. ”Oh my gosh. Did you kill someone?” I gasp facetiously. 

Michael clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth making an unsavory popping sound, causing me to flinch slightly. “I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count, my Lady,” he patronizes.

“No, I mean like someone you’re not supposed to,” I elaborate.

Michael finally moves, suddenly snapping his head over to look me dead in the eye. “Stop,” he demands.

A small grin creeps onto my lips. Got ya. I shift on the couch so that I’m on my hands and knees, crawling to Michael. I wish it were under better circumstances but, here we are. 

“Oh you killed a bunch of people and now you’re stuck with me. Poor Mikey,” I taunt, inching my way closer to him.

Michael’s mouth twitches as if I’ve offended him but he doesn’t stop me from practically crawling in his lap. “That’s not what happened,” he corrects me.

Michael’s breath smells like cinnamon and I catch him glancing at my ass so perfectly poked up in the air. The feeling of being this close to him is intoxicating. “So what happened?” I dig.

All the blood in my body rushes to my ears, hungry for a taste of the man just inches away from me. “What happened, Lady Li–” I cut Michael off with a finger pressed to his lip. 

“Stop calling me that,” I mewl just above a whisper. I drag the tip of my finger down so Michael’s plump bottom lip snaps up.

What happens next, I could’ve never predicted. Michael’s rough hands wrap around my neck, squeezing the sides. “Don’t interrupt me again,” he spits in my face before pushing me back.

The force is great enough that it gets me out of Michael’s personal space, but not so bad it hurts. It only makes me want more and I try to ignore the searing heat pooling in my panties. “The problem isn’t with me killing people. We did that in the Seals all the time. I took money for it after. That’s the issue,” he explains to me like I’m a 6th grader now that I’m kneeling patiently next to him.

“So like a mercenary?” I cut to the point.

With a petulant shake of his head, Michael corrects me, “Not like, I was a mercenary.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Jesus Christ. Obviously, the government caught you,” I speak in utter shock. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d ever get caught up in a job like this.

Michael nods, confirming my suspicion. “Mmm. Caught our leader and he was weak. Snitched on the entire group before killing himself,” he explains.

I gnaw on my lip, processing all the information. Although I don’t know them from a can of paint, Michael’s coworkers don’t look like they could do what he’s talking about. Agent Flynn is too bubbly and Agent Idris is so outspoken. “So Agent Flynn and Agent Idris, they’re…”

“The person you hire when you want someone dead,” Michael deadpans.

“That’s, well…” I pause, not wanting to alienate the man. If he has to be with me for 4 years, I want him to get acclimated slowly. If I push too fast, he may run for the hills.

Not that I care what he thinks about me because I 100% do. not. care. “What?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality.

I’m assuming you can’t have a girlfriend or kids. Too risky in the business meaning a majority of your time is spent with coworkers or alone. No forming real long-lasting relationships. “Sad. Must be lonely with a life like that,” I finish the thought.

Michael shrugs and I watch the statement bounce off of him like water off a duck's back. “Trust me, you get used to it.”

 I try to keep my face as composed as possible not to show him pity. “I’m sorry,” I apologize. That’s not a life I’d want to live. Barely any connection and no one to talk to.

“Don’t apologize,” Michael murmurs and for a moment, I see a flash of human in his eyes. The once robotic side of him is slowly starting to melt away and it’s only been a few hours.

Good, he couldn’t keep up this act for much longer. I offer Michael a soft smile before he returns the question, “What are you doing here?”

“Meaning?” I clarify.

“You’re 20, in college already. Why are you living in The White House?” Michael gestures outside the windows to the spectacular white pillars. 

Because I’m being used as leverage. It's the same as any young royal, or so I’m told. “They’re trying to set me up with someone. Probably a young prince from another country,” I huff.

Michael’s nose scrunches, almost as if he’s displeased with my statement. Is he jealous? “You don’t seem like the relationship person,” he points out.

I shrug because Michael’s right. Ellis is underage and Hudson can’t be trusted as far as you can throw him; I’m the only child up for the task. “I’m not, but Lady Liberty sure is. If I date the Mexican president’s son, drug trade talk will be easier,” I explain feeling despondent about the situation.

“But you hate it,” Michael says and I feel like he’s staring through my soul. Of course, I hate it. This country has limited abortion access yet I’m being paraded around like a piece of meat to stop a war.

My eyes stay fixed on Michael’s and my breathing slows. Something about him makes me feel safe, although he could work on the scowling. “And I love my mom. What’s 4 years?”

“If their little plan for you goes well, it’ll be 8,” Michael asserts.

A knock rasps on the door before Jo sticks her head in. “Times up. Teen Vogue time!” she cheers.

The loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the fitting room has me wanting to push it right over the balcony railing. The noise is like nails on a chalkboard, reminding me that time is fleeting. 

The doors fly open and Ellis bursts in, being closely trailed by Agent Idris. “Guess what I found out?” she asks melodically.

My head shakes at Ellis’s antics. “Do you ever knock?” I ask. I could’ve been fucking naked.

Ellis huffs, sitting down on the armchair closest to me. “No. You’re not doing anything anyway,” she says, gesturing to me sitting idly on the loveseat.

My eyes roll and I hear Agent Idris chuckle lowly. Annoyed with Ellis taking so long to get to the point, I try to speed her up, “What did you find out, bestie?”

A creepy all-knowing smile plasters onto Ellis’ face. “King Charles III is coming tomorrow,” she informs me maniacally.

“Yeah, Ellis, I assumed. It’s a state dinner. The head of the honoring country has to be on the list,” I explain. She’s in high school, she should know this already.

“Yeah, but you don’t get it. The last two state dinners with the prime minister and the previous queen. This is his first state dinner as King,” Ellis explains excitedly with her hands, showing us a visual representation of the King’s importance.

The Brits haven’t been very fond of us since an official July 4th many moons ago. “That probably means way less to him than it does to us,” I inform Ellisr. 

The back doors to the room open 4 clothes racks are pushed in with accompanying stylists. “Time to play dress up,” Ellis sighs, standing from her chair. 

She can go first, I don’t care for this shit anyway. 

Ellis starts sliding the hangers across the rack, looking at each piece with a detailed eye. My hands find the book I was reading earlier in the afternoon and I pick it up, trying to busy my brain with something. A couple minutes pass of ambient noise before I hear Ellis ask, “Where’s Jo?”

I don’t bother to look up at Ellis, knowing her back is probably facing me. “I told her to go home for the day. Like you said, it’s not like I’m doing anything,” I quote her words a few moments ago.

“We’ll be outside,” I hear Michael say from behind me. When I turn around, he’s pulling a reluctant Agent Idris towards the door.

“You guys can sit right there. We’ll be behind the dressing screen anyways,” I stop them in their tracks. Agent Idris turns around with a smirk on his face before straightening his now-ruffled suit.

Michael’s forehead puckered and his eyes blazed with anger. My eyes squint at him, unsure about his sudden behavior change. What the fuck is his problem? “Sweet,” Agent Idris boasts before smoothly crossing over to me.

I pat the loveseat next to me and Agent Idris smoothly slides onto the cushion, leaning close to me. Once he’s content, I turn my attention to Michael, who looks like he could strangle Agent Idris. The veins are popping out of his skull so I stand, motioning for my spot on the couch. “Here, take my spot. I’ll take the chair,” I motion towards my seat. 

Michael obliges my request, stalking towards me and sitting in the inevitably warmed seat. Agent Idris, uncomfortable with the proximity of closeness, scoots back drastically. A snort leaves my nose and I lower myself into the velvet armchair. 

I turn the page and before I can begin reading, Ellis comes out dressed in the first dress. The grey tulle adorned with black butterflies is perfectly age-appropriate for her. “Oh Ellis, you look so pretty,” I compliment.

Ellis steps in front of the mirror, spinning a bit. Her nose scrunches and she fluffs the skirt out. “I don’t really like it,” she murmurs.

“Why?” I ask.

Ellis turns around, kicking the skirt out a bit so she can walk. “Too much tulle,” she calls over her shoulder on her way towards the dressing room.

“So pick one without tulle, Ellis. I know you have one back there,” I chastise her.

Ellis grumbles something inaudible back and I hear the sound of the crinoline moving against the floor. Two zipper sounds fill the air and minutes later, I hear her sigh, “Okay.”

I abandon my book, figuring my turn is upcoming. “Yeah?” I shout slightly at the screen.

Ellis comes from behind the screen in a Tiffany blue dress with minimal crystals adorning the pockets. “Yeah,” she smiles bashefully.

It’s perfect for Ellis, but without accessories, she looks naked. “You need some gloves and maybe some earrings,” I list, walking over to the vanity with crystal pieces laid on the silk trays.

“I mean duh but what do you think? Hair up or down,” Ellis asks and I look up at her reflection in the mirror. She switches between holding her hair up and letting it flow, posing as she does.

Why would Ellis ask me? I’m the most indecisive person on the fucking planet. “Down,” I suggest.

Ellis nods, picking up the bottom of the dress. “Okay, let me get changed,” she scurries behind the screen.

I silently disappear between the racks, hoping that if I stay silent, no one will notice my short stature in between the clothing. “Your turn,” Ellis unfortunately chirps.

My eyes roll and I touch the fabrics. I don’t want anything too extravagant, but sexy enough to command presence. And I’ll be damned if my little sister looks better than me, no offense. I pick a few dresses, putting them on a rack that an assistant swiftly pulls away for me. 

Once I’m ready, I step behind the screen. The stylist unzips the first dress, stepping out of the room so I can slip into it. I shed the clothing, folding up my outfit. I step into the first dress, calling for help to lace up the back. “Okay,” I say, finally looking up in the mirror. “I can already tell you I don’t like this one,” I grunt, turning to get a good look at myself.

The dress has a cinched waist, and the blue is bright–it reminds me of a highlighter. It’s a beautiful dress. It’s just not the dress for me. 

“So I don’t need to see it. Next!” Ellis shouts. I nod, allowing the stylist to slowly untie the ribbon. I put my hands back on my chest to avoid spilling out of the top of the dress before the stylist puts another dress up on the rack.

Once she leaves, I exhale, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. I pick it up, put it back on the rack, and turn to pick up the next one. This one is a hot red color with a crystalized top. Similarly to the first dress, the red satin flows out from the waist, with velvet roses on the straps. I call the stylist in again to lace me up, and she does so with practiced ease. 

When she’s finished, I step out but only in view of Ellis. “This one’s okay,” I say. It’s too sweet and would be a better fit for Ellis.

Ellis shifts with her hands on her hips. “Mmm, we can do better,” she says before turning back to the racks. She maneuvers through the racks, pulling a blue tulle dress and holding it up towards me. “This one?” she asks.

I shake my head, “Too extra.”

Ellis hands the dress off to the assistant, diving back into the rows determined to find something appropriate. “This one?” she asks, holding a long silk dress. “Oh my gosh, please try it for me,” she pleads.

I scoff, taking the dress from Ellis’s hands, “Fine.”

The Tiffany blue silk with the bow on the back makes it a beautiful, yet promising dress. Giddy about the outcome of this dress, I step into it and call the stylist in for hopefully the last time. After she’s done securing the back, she lets me know, and I let my arms fall to my waist. A smile grows on my face when I look myself up and down in the mirror. “You know what, Ellis? You might’ve been right,” I praise her selection.

It fits my body perfectly and it’s a beautiful dress. “Really?” I hear Ellis ask just before I step out from behind the shield. Her eyes drink me in and her face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Hell yeah,” she boasts.

Ellis steps to the side and when I look behind her, I see Agent Idris’ jaw is on the floor. My eyes find Michael’s and his face is still stone cold. But I see a flash of desire in his irises the longer we have the staring contest.

Ellis clears her throat and I blink rapidly, returning my gaze towards Agent Idris. Michael notices and backhands the man in the chest. Agent Idris quickly snaps his mouth shut, swallowing before his lips part again. “Hot,” Agent Idris groans, shifting his pants.

When I look down, his prominently hard member is practically waving at me. “Show some fucking respect,” Michael barks, tossing one of my throw pillows in Idris’ lap.

A faint giggle slips Ellis's lips and when I turn my head toward her, she’s covering her mouth discreetly. “Oh come on, I’m being objective,” Agent Idris defends himself before turning his attention to me. “Libby you look beautiful,” my sister’s agent compliments with his arm outstretched.

A small smile creeps onto my lips. “Thank you, Agent Idris,” I say before turning around to face the jewelry case.

My eyes scan the contents of the box, allowing my fingers to pick up a gold ring and slide it onto my finger. “Pretty. You wearing that one?” I hear Ellis ask.

“I don’t know,” I say, similarly abandoning the jewelry to her. “Hair up or down?” I ask, striking my poses.

Ellis squints, gnawing on her lip for a second like it’s the hardest decision she’s ever had to make. Me and you both, Lil Bit. “Down,” she finally utters.

I turn towards the couch behind Ellis. The guys will give me a better opinion anyway. After all, it’s their desire I’m trying to obtain. “Agent Idris?” I ask the man.

“Up,” my sister’s guard answers with such quickness that I wonder if he read my mind before I asked that question.

Michael’s body tenses and his buttons dare to pop off his shirt. “Say another word and I’ll be watching you bleed out on the rug,” he threatens his colleague.

Curious about Michael’s opinion, I pose him the same question, “Agent Jordan?”

Michael’s body stays stoically still but his jaw clenches unnaturally. After a couple of moments, I get fed up with the fact that he won't give me attention. “Fine, what about the jewelry? I don’t know which one,” I return to the jewelry boxes.

Ellis looks over my shoulder before pointing at a box. “Gold,” she states before leaving my side.

I pick up the tray with at least 15 pieces on it. “Way to narrow it down for me, Ellis. Now get out,” I playfully bid her goodbye. “and take him with you,” I joke, pointing at Agent Idris.

“Bye, Libby. See you whenever,” Ellis waves over her shoulder. 

“Bye, Lis. Bye, Idris,” I call after the lanky brown man who throws me a wink over my shoulder. These men are going to be the death of me.

I peer out of the window at the tip of the National Monument. Hudson’s obsessive rants about whatever topic he chose are starting to drive me nuts, and we still have 30 minutes of traffic to sit through. “I need you to shut the fuck up for the remainder of our time together in this car,” I whip my head towards my kid brother and snap.

His nose scrunches and he leans forward defensively. “We’re only in traffic because of your stupid education degree. Ceramics has night classes,” he taunts.

“Yeah, cause your ceramics degree is going to come into good use,” I slander his degree choice. I have nothing against art majors, it’s just my brother is a dick who needs to be put in his place right now. 

Agent Flynn snickers and Hudson smacks my pants leg. I reach out, grabbing his wrist before he can scurry back to his side of the car. “Touch me again,” I start twisting, eliciting a spew of cries from his throat. 

“Ow, ow. Let go,” he pleads.

“And I’ll fucking kill you,” I finish the threat, releasing my grip. He snatches his arm back, rubbing the skin around his wrist.

He mumbles something under his breath before looking across the car at his guard. “Aren’t you supposed to kill her if she touches me?”

Agent Flynn shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the sibling bickering. “I would but Agent Jordan would kill me on the spot. So is there a true winner?” he clarifies.

A giggle leaves my lips. He’s got to be joking, right? “Hahaha, my guard is better than yours,” I tease Huddy.

“Not better just, quicker and more serious,” Agent Flynn needlessly defends himself.

The cars pull up just inside the gates, pulling over to the side of the road. “They’re stopping,” Michael alerts Agent Flynn.

His hand creeps down to hover over his gun when I realize what’s going on. They didn’t tell him about Code Grey. Code Grey is the scheduled mindfulness break, brought to you by the white house. They just want to ensure the first children don’t get off track, especially their prized pony.

“No, put those away. The plan says to the door but we haven’t had a mindfulness break today,” I quickly explain, before the door slides open. 

An agent with black sunglasses extends his hand for me to grab. “Come on, Agent Jordan,” I request, although he doesn’t have a choice.

When I step out and the January air hits my face, I grimace. How is walking in freezing temperatures supposed to be good for my mental health? 

A hand is placed on my back, pushing me slightly forward. When I look next to me, I notice it’s Agent Jordan. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. But he’s not an option, none of them are.

My brother steps out behind him, following a chipper Agent Flynn. I bid my sibling goodbye, allowing him and Agent Flynn to cross campus together discreetly. They take off leaving Agent Jordan and I to stand in their dust. “Since you’re here, carry this,” I demand, shoving the bag into Michael’s arms.

He accepts it, swinging the pastel pink strap over his back. “Whatever you say, my lady,” he flirts and I roll my eyes.

My hand slides up to hold his arm. The boots I have on are too high for me to walk stably on the salt-covered ground, so I hope he doesn’t mind. Abruptly, I hear the familiar camera shuttering noises not too far from us. Michael shakes his arm so I let go and he secures it firmly around my shoulder, pulling me into his body. 

He shields me from the paparazzi on the other side of the gate and for the first time, I understand the reason for him. I wouldn’t be able to do this with a 40-year-old man. The topic of conversation surely wouldn’t be how hot my bodyguard is.

We quickly cross the lawn to the education building. When I scan my card for entry, he looks up at the tall structure. “Shit looks depressing,” he comments, holding the door open for me to enter.

I step into the warm building, feeling an instant pain in my ears and nose from the temperature change. I stomp any possible salt off my boots. “I don’t think higher education is supposed to be fun,” I theorize and he chuckles.

The halls are mostly empty, aside from a few scattered students. I look down and check my phone in my hands, seeing that it’s a couple of minutes past four. My heart starts beating rapidly, and I slightly pick up my pace. I like this professor, and I want to leave a good impression on her. She and Jo are the only people who treat me like I’ll have a normal life after this.

The click of my heeled boots echoes off the walls until I’m standing at the door, looking back at Agent Jordan. “I’m sure she knows about you, but just in case. You’re a transfer student, and we’re friends,” I explain our cover story.

He raises an eyebrow, before taking a step back. “Do I look like a fucking teacher, my lady?” he asks, rhetorically. 

“No, you look like a munch,” I respond, quickly pulling open the door before he has a chance to respond. Maybe he’ll charm the pants off my professors and I’ll get an A.

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office parties suck part 10

word count : 1.9k 

contains : tw slight mention of sa

author’s note : happy 3 years of office parties suck! i know it's been a year since the last part but it was a toughie. now it's a goodie though so i hope you enjoy this part and enjoy as ops gets cheerier...maybe ;)

part nine is here if you need to catch up x

“He what?” 

Ben lurches forward, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He’s clever in doing this. His once light green eyes have turned deep and dark, the boring stare encouraging you to continue. 

“It happened a while ago, before I met you,” you say, feeling Ben’s thumb slowly caressing your cheek. “It wasn’t as bad as you think.” 

“I’m hoping not because my mind is going wild.” 

Ben is calmer than you thought he was going to be. Not only does he have a temper but since you’ve been together, he’s become insanely protective of you. In this moment however, he knows it’s important for him to stay calm, and let you talk. 

“He worked for my manager, when I was signed. I didn’t know him too well but he made me…” 

Your breath hitches. Then, you shake your head dismissively. 

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You shuffle down into the bedcovers, rearranging your head on the pillow to make yourself comfortable, then close your eyes. Ben hasn’t moved and you can feel his stare boring into your skin. After a minute, you pry open your eyes to find your assumptions correct. He’s still in the same position you left him in, eyes glossy from not blinking. Your hand reaches forward to take his. He meets your gaze. 

“It matters to me.” 

The words seem so easily said from his lips. You take his face in your hands and place a tender kiss against his lips. 

“I love you, Ben.” You whisper when you pull away. “Like, really love you.” 

“Then tell me.” He whispers back. “If not for you or me, but for Holly.” 

That sneaky little guilt-tripper. 

— 

‘You’re young. You’re somewhat pretty. You know what you’re doing. You’ve got this.’  You tell yourself as you walk into, well, the rest of your life. 

The building in front of you looms over, creating a shadow over what would have been a sunny day. You’d been flown into LA that morning, so jet lag was really starting to get to you. The company building was cylindrical and had a 12 foot spike on the roof that you were wishing you could impale yourself on. Despite the 4 cups of coffee you’d had in just the past hour starting to make your stomach cramp, you picked up your guitar in its case from beside you, and lugged it into Illuminate Records. 

— 

“Hi, I have a meeting with Noah Miller.” You say confidently, trying to hide that you were hoping the receptionist couldn’t see you wriggling around uncomfortably as your bladder screamed at you. Really shouldn’t have had those coffee’s. 

Victoria told you to act confident and like you belonged there even if you didn’t feel it. Which you really didn’t right now. So you wore deep black sunglasses and your favourite ‘model off duty-esk’ outfit. Was it totally lame to wear a Led Zeppelin tee while having a meeting with your new record label?  The sudden wave of anxiety over your outfit was overlooked as the man you assumed to be Noah Miller walked into the foyer. 

He was tall. Very tall. Dark-skinned, muscular. His tight fitted t-shirt hugged all the right places, and his dark, tailored slacks sat tightly around his waist. He was young, around mid twenties and unbelievably handsome. 

“Hi, are you my 1 o’clock?” He said, in a casual American accent. 

“I assume so?” You respond, blushing. You were not going to get any work done around this man. You knew that already. 

“Come this way, 1 o’clock.” 

— 

6 months later. 

You’re almost 20. This should’ve been your big break. Instead you’re sitting in Noah Miller’s hotel room, on the edge of his bed with your makeup streaking down your face. 

“1 o’clock, it was a mistake. A silly one at that but we can come back from this. We worked too hard to go home now.” 

Noah stands over you, placing his large hands on your shoulder. His thumb caresses your skin. If he was anyone else at any other time, you’d forget about the tears rolling down your cheeks and you’d kiss him. But the looming memory of 2o minutes ago hangs over you and out of pure embarrassment, you decide kissing him probably would not be the best idea. 

“Look,” Noah says, grabbing your chin up towards him, so you’re forced to look upwards, “every performer gets stage fright. You’ve just got to push through it.” 

Tonight was your debut performance on a late night talk show, to promote the album you’d spent the last 6 months writing. You weren’t famous, barely anyone knew who you were but there was a slight buzz surrounding the newest signing to Noah Miller’s record label. Right about now, you were meant to be on stage, performing your debut single but you chickened out. You ran straight back to Noah’s hotel room and sat outside the door, in tears, until he followed you from the TV studio. 

“I can’t do this, Noah.” 

He crouches down so that he’s level with you on the edge of the bed, balancing himself with his hands either side of you. The veins in his arm twitch every time he shuffles his feet to reposition himself. You notice this, because you cannot bring yourself to look at him, the closeness between you two causing your breath to fasten. 

“Hey, you absolutely can do this.” 

In the past 6 months, yourself and Noah had grown to be more like friends than boss and employee, with countless nights spent in his penthouse, playing him the songs you had written in the studio that day. Your favourite day in LA so far had been rushing to his penthouse immediately from the studio, bounding through the door to find him in pajama bottoms only, a takeout box of Chinese in his hand, and Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers. 

-

“Noah! You have to listen to this song we wrote today. Best one yet, if I do say so myself.” You say, in a jokingly cocky voice, connecting your phone to his bluetooth speaker, without asking. 

“Hey 1 o’clock,” he laughs, holding out his takeout box, “want some?” 

“Absolutely.” You take a mouthful and press play on the future hit you’d just written. You hoist yourself up onto his counter, still chewing. 

Noah only shakes his head, like your being in his kitchen is a completely normal ordeal. As your voice silkily plays, you look out onto his penthouse. You’d been here countless times, but never this casually. 2 walls out of four were glass panes, floor to ceiling, overlooking the city. Noah only ever had dim lights on at night, so the majority of the room was filled with the light of the rooms in the skyscraper across the street. He lived a minimalist lifestyle, meaning there was little to no character in the big open plan space. There was something about being there and bringing some laughter to a room that had probably never heard any that lit up your heart. Noah’s too. As the song built, the box of Chinese had made its way into your hands, Noah stood opposite you, hands resting on  the counter he leant against. His eyes had fluttered shut and  his head bopped to the beat as he absorbed the sweet sound of your voice in the demo. It got to the bridge before you started singing along, breaking free from the constraints you’d given yourself before to let him fully listen. You jumped down from the counter, leaving the food next to you, and lurched forward to grab Noah’s hands. He opened his eyes when your fingers connected, as you dragged him into the middle of the room, your faces illuminated by the lights of the city and you started dancing. Jumping around as you sang, and Noah, formally stiff, business Noah, letting go and enjoying you as you flung both yours and his arms around. When the song lulled to an end, he grabbed your face and kissed you, hungrily. Taken aback as you were, you gave into the kiss, allowing it to go on for only a few minutes. You pulled away sheepishly. 

“The song is amazing, 1 o’clock.” Noah said nothing else as he walked back to the counter, where he finished the rest of the food. 

-

The two of you had never spoken again about that night, not out of awkwardness, but just because there wasn’t a need to. It was the start of the change in your boss-employee to friends relationship though. 

The memory allowed you to look down into his eyes, brown, and boring into yours. He leant forward into your space, and closed the distance between you. 

It didn’t feel right, though. 

You could feel the wetness of your cheeks, as his skin moved against yours. 

“Noah, we shouldn’t.” You managed to whisper against his lips. 

He only pushed your back against the bed, forcing you to lie down. He suddenly seemed so overpowering as he hovered over you on the bed. The muscles you’d once found sexy, you were afraid of. 

“Noah, really.” You pushed against his shoulders gently, hoping he’d get the hint. 

“Darling, you’ve just cost me. You’ve no idea of the press we’ll have to do now. Don’t you want to make it up to me?” 

His eyes darken as you shake your head ‘no’ and try to wriggle your way out of his grip on your wrists. He pins them above your head. 

“1 o’clock…” 

“Noah, please. I don’t want to.” 

He kisses you again, despite your pleas. 

“Noah. I said no.” You say, as his lips get to your neck. You muster as much strength it takes to push him off you and you leave him, his hotel and LA. 

Later that week, you were back with Miles and it was like nothing had happened. Except for the fading bruises on your hip from where you were held down. But that was a minor detail.  

---

You tell Ben every detail. Leaving out the first kiss you and Noah had shared. That memory hadn’t been tainted for you yet. You wanted to remember Noah like that. 

“So this is why you were kicked off the label?” Is Ben’s response to that story. 

“Kicked off, left, quit. All the same thing.” You wave it off, actually making yourself comfortable enough for sleeping, but Ben isn’t finished. 

“It’s not the same thing. If he fired you because you wouldn’t sleep with him then we can fight that. You could go back to doing what you love.” 

“I don’t love it though. I loved making music sure but the actual performing part? No, thanks.” 

“So you could be a writer. You could write for other people.” 

“Noah would make sure I’d never get a job anywhere.” 

Ben says nothing, and hugs you instead. While nestled in the crook of your neck he says, 

“I need to go home.” When he feels you tense he continues, “I love you. But my sister, she’s with that guy, right now. I’m sorry, Darling, do you mind if I go home?” 

You shake your head, and watch as he starts to pack up the things he’d only just put away. 

“I’ll call you when I’m home.” He says, halfway out the door.  “I love you.” 

He’s gone. And you’re alone. 

authors note : and there you have it. part 10!! i don't know if it makes a difference to anyone but i imagine noah as rome flynn not sure why haha and i was listening to treacherous by queen taylor so thats the song i imagined reader to have written. okay love u all <3

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Heyyyyyyy this is my new account!! Just wanted to say I love 1.Barbie 2.MBJ

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trip to paris

pairings : robby keene x reader x hawk moskowitz

summary : reader and her friends go to east valley college, where the parties have an amazing reputation and hawk and robby think it’s the best time to make their move, together.

word count : 10k+

warnings : smut, threesome, choking, degrading, praising, swearing, thigh touching, spitting, slight PDA, degrading nicknames (slut, etc), mutual masturbation, begging

maya hawke as jordan sparks

rome flynn as apollo cruz

alessia cara as jessica-may roberts

you are 21, hawk & robby are 22.

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・��・。.

Out of the things that came along with enrolling in East Valley College, the greatest one was the parties. They were legendary, and were half the reason most students registered in the first place.

The day was Thursday, every longing Friday they had an end-of-the-week celebration — otherwise known as a college party — to "remember the best parts of each week" as some would say to professors. In reality, everyone mainly went for free drinks or to get laid. It was also a great time to catch up with friends or fellow classmates.

Y/N L/N, a very attractive female who was well known by her fellow students for her boldness and flirtatious personality. Most people were honestly scared of her, and definitely not just because of her outrageous ways, she and her closest friend and roommate, Jordan played the best pranks of the semester. The pair always knew how to make someone pissed enough just to the point where they want to prank them back, not to where their life is completely ruined. Y/N was someone everyone knew not to mess with, honestly, even the teachers were afraid of her, just never admitted it.

The girl and her easily amused best friend were in their dorm room, working on their work there since the professors said not to come into the classrooms that day.

"Are you cheating on the math quiz?" Jordan questioned their roommate, their satisfying suspicion-filled voice soothing the ears of the female beside her. Their friend was clearly looking up answers, as the young dirty blonde brought their legs down from the desk they were on seconds ago.

"Well duh," Y/N sassily remarked, "The professors didn't have our work in the classrooms today so I'm taking my chance while I can." The sneaky female smiled a cheeky grin, Jordan stood up curiously, attempting to grab the girl's phone. "Shit, I forgot we could do that, gimme your phone."

"Hey! Use your own, it's right there!" The girl argued pointing at Jordan's faintly cracked phone."Oh, yeah, forgot I had that." They said sarcastically, "Of course it's right there! I wanna use yours cause mine is so fucking laggy." Jordan complained obnoxiously, reaching for the girl's phone. Y/N laughed, "Try restarting your phone, dimwit. We go through this every time and it always works."

"Knockity knock," The stunning voice of Apollo Cruz, and the infamous knock of Jessie Roberts — the arguing pair could easily tell the knock was their female neighbor cause she always knocked 5 times to the same rhythm — as Apollo jiggled the doorknob as if he was trying to break in. They always knew exactly how to annoy their neighbors. "Jesus, could you stop that?" Y/N groaned clearly agitated, "We get it, you're here."

The two neighbors entered the room. "You know damn well we can't do that," Apollo stated, immediately walking over to the mini-fridge, opening it and looking for his favorite beverage in the shiny door. "Where'd y'all's Creme Soda go?" He questioned, suspiciously glaring at his two friends.

"Your dumbass drank it all." Jessie chuckled, walking over and jumping onto the couch, making herself at home as she usually would. Luckily for her, no one ever minded. "Y'all want boba? We should get boba." Jessie smiled, resting her chin in her hands as she swung her legs back and forth as if she was a teen girl in a 2000's romcom movie.

"Boba sounds good. I don't think I have classes until later, so," Apollo clicked his tongue, "Ya know we could definitely do that." He sounded incredibly stupid.

Jordan sighed, "You're lucky you're hot pretty boy," Y/N followed Jordan, patting the boy's chest then walking past him and out the door.

"I thought you said you were only attracted to girls?" Apollo asked down the hall to Jordan, remembering when Jordan not-so-discreetly scolded their friends about how they needed to quit being so hot so Jordan could continue to stick to the female gender.

Jordan smirked as they turned around with a sneaky smile, "Not for you." With a wink from Jordan, the two roommates snickered and turned around, proudly marching down the hallway as they would if they'd just burned down a headquarters with their enemies long inside.

The other two followed, struggling to catch up with Jordan and Y/N's master speed-walking.

♰

The group was right around the corner from the coffee shop that sold almost every beverage you could think of. It was only about a block away, so they could easily walk.

"Jeez, I thought there would be a lot more people here at this time, it's almost lunch and this place is a godsend," Apollo exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his black-jean pockets, examining in awe at the underrated shop in front of them. "Mhm, it deserves a lot more recognition," Jessie hummed, "But hey means less wait time for us!"

"Yeah that's true," Jordan agreed, their eyes wandered onto a certain pair of boys sat in the shop together.

"Isn't that the one bird guy? What's his name, pigeon or some shit?" Jordan spoke, purposely butchering the young man's easy-to-remember name.

"Oh, yeah that is him, and Robby's there too," Apollo noticed with a small smile on his face, only knowing the boys' name from when he used to work with him.

"Hmm, that is them." Y/N hummed mischievously. She had something on her mind, and Jordan could tell. "What are you up to, L/N?" Jordan questioned, trying to see what she had planned, or possibly already done.

"Oh, nothing," She answered as she mentally shook her wicked thoughts out of her head as she walked away and up to the front door, "Come on! We don't have all day!"

The drink shop was quite hectic when they walked in, not because it was packed — because it definitely was not — but because the machines were exceptionally noisy, and the little people inside were having mini conversations with each other or on their cellphones, others were just quietly getting there work done, or trying at the least.

The group of young adults found a rectangular table close by the corner of the brightly painted room, also near the notorious college boys Hawk and Robby. Y/N grinned as she sat down, crossing her legs and taking in the glorious sight around her. They started a conversation, but only around 5 minutes in Jessie noticed the two infamous boys staring at the girl sat next to her.

"Pssst, Y/N!" Jessica whispered. With raised eyebrows, Y/N turned to her friend humming a 'hmm?' which was her way of politely asking Jessie what she needed. Jessie smirked then directed the top of her head toward Hawk and Robby.

Y/N looked over at the boys, who were both staring at her. Not in a creepy way, it was actually quite sincere, and hot at the same time. She smiled at them, resting her chin in her hand as she went back and forth as she kept eye contact, then winked.

As soon as she realized both boys were going to keep eye contact, she broke it by looking over at Apollo, pretending to listen to what he was babbling on about. In reality, she was just making both boys want her even more.

♰

The next morning went by extra slow, Y/N and her group of friends were patiently waiting for nighttime to come, it was Friday and most young adults at East Valley College were anxious to let lose all the stress throughout the week.

"Jordan Sparks?" Dr. Banner, the science professor politely called as he took attendance in the teacher-student science lab.

Jordan was still half asleep, which was a normal thing for her to go to class and for it to take her at least a half-hour to fully awaken herself. "Here," They mumbled. Jordan looked over across the room and struggled not to laugh when they made eye contact with Y/N. Nothing, in particular, was funny the pair just did that randomly during the worst times.

"Apollo Cruz?" Apollo sleepily raised his hand as Dr. Banner kindly looked up with a smile on his face to make sure he was here.

Once he got everyone else's attendance, the class went on for several minutes as Dr. Banner wrote on the board some equations for their experiment, until Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

swayzee

meet hawk and i in room 109 after class.

bird

we want to talk to you.

She knew they were planing something, and she was extremely excited to find out just what they were up to.

♰

The class went by excruciatingly slow, Y/N became more anxious by the minute, so once the bell rang and Dr. Banner dismissed class, she had already hurried out of the room.

"Y/N! Where are you running off to?" Apollo shouted as he watched his friend zoom down the hallway and stop at the empty classroom labeled classroom 109. "Don't worry about it!" She shouted, turning the doorknob then rushing inside.

"Hey, strangers, what's up?"

"A little excited, are we?" Robby questioned completely ignoring her question as he leaned on the teacher's desk, smirking at the moderately petite female. She rolled her eyes in return. "You said you both needed to see me?"

"Wanted," Hawk corrected with a sly grin, "But yes, we wanted to talk to you about... something. Just an idea." Hawk announced. Y/N curiously raised her eyebrows. "Okay... Well, spit it out. What's the idea?"

The boys smirked at each other, then looked back at the girl in front of them. "Well, we wanted to-" They weren't able to finish, because the door to the classroom flew right open.

"Y/N! There you are." Jordan sighed in relief. "What are you doing- Holy shit! Am- Am I interrupting something?" Jordan questioned, feeling guilt washing over them. Hawk shook his head, "No, we were actually just finishing, it's alright."

Y/N looked at him confused, as Hawk walked past her with a sneaky smirk sitting on his face. "I thought we were"

"It's okay, love. We'll discuss it later," Robby finished, following Hawk past Y/N and out the door. Guess she would have to find out what they wanted later.

♰

The long-awaited time had come, twas around 10 o'clock pm, and the angsty young adults were all in for an incredibly wild night. Especially Y/N.

"Yeah, that's right! You better walk away you little bitch," Jordan murmured as they and Y/N crossed the hall to Apollo and Jessie's dorm room. "Who the hell are you talking to?" Y/N questioned, seeing no one in the hallway but themselves. "The bug that just tried to crawl up my leg. These are new pants, asshole!" Jordan spoke as if the ant could hear them. Y/N laughed as she knocked on the door.

"Knock knock bitches, let's go. We're gonna be fucking late. And you know we can't be late, we're literally like celebrities in this college." Y/N hurriedly said, repeatedly knocking on the door. Apollo opened the door, annoyed. But honestly, he had no right to be, he would do the exact thing when he wanted his friends out of their rooms.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Apollo scoffed as he threw on his leather jacket. Jessie smiled as she quickly slid on her tennis shoes then walked out the door. "You're just mad it isn't you, pretty boy," Jordan remarked as they patted his shoulder then walked down the faintly painted hallway.

The group could easily tell where the party was, considering there were lingering people by the door. Some were making out, which was a horrible place for that, but others were chatting, drinking, or playing games. The usual, really.

"Holy fucking shit! Moon's here," Jordan panicked, trying to hide their flushed face in Apollo's coat attempting to hide themself like a child.

Jessie laughed, "Honey, I know you gotta crush on her-"

"It's not a crush! She's a... lady friend..."

"Right, right," Jessie scoffed throwing her hands up in her own defense, "You just get nervous when she's around you, and you zone out to daydream about your future together. Definitely not a crush, just a 'lady friend'." Jessie said sarcastically, using air quotes around the words lady friend.

Jordan shot a confused look over at Jessie, "Huh?"

"And she zoned out again. Ooh, beer!" Y/N exclaimed, abandoning her friends and walking over to the cooler.

Apollo chuckled then followed, grabbing himself an ice-cold drink, then walking back over where Jessie was, as Jordan approached Y/N. "I don't know what to do. Help me?"

"Yes babe, just go talk to her! She's totally into you, she's sneaking glances at you as we speak." Y/N mentioned, slyly pointing at Moon across the room. Jordan looked over at Moon with an obviously shocked look on her face. Moon waved back with a small, welcoming smile. She waved Jordan over.

"Ohmyfuckohmyfuckohmyfuck," Jordan murmured, quickly breaking eye contact with their 'lady friend'. Y/N chuckled, "See, she wants you to join her. Go over there!"

Jordan hummed nervously, starting to pace. "Just go!" Y/N exclaimed, practically shoving Jordan across the room.

Y/N glared back at him with a hand on her hip, "Go make-out with Jessie or something." She boldly remarked. His eyes widened as Jessie almost spit out her drink. "Don't gimme that look, the tension between you hoes could be cut with a knife. And I would if our knives weren't so goddamn dull." She sneered sassily then walked away leaving her two friends stunned.

She made her way over to where the speakers were, leaning on the corner of the wall as she peacefully sipped her beer. Odd for her to find peace right next to a full-blasting speaker but hey, whatever works right?

"Hey, sweetheart." She raised her eyebrows, continuing to drink her beverage as she watched two angsty boys sneakily approach her with drinks in their hands. She gulped down her drink so she could speak, "Hello."

"You looked a little lonely over here," Robby added, his back on the wall to the left of her. "Eh, could be lonelier," She chuckled. They smiled and it went silent for a couple of seconds.

"Now, did I- we tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?" He shared, filling the other empty space next to her, sipping his beverage, Robby hummed in agreement as he eyed the lovely girl up and down. "No, from what I recall you hadn't, well until now, at least." She smiled, wanting to push their buttons a bit.

Usually, when the two boys separately talked to girls like that, they would get all flustered and shy, but not Y/N. She knew exactly what to say, and if we're being totally honest? It was turning both college boys on quite a lot.

"Surprised no one mentioned it sooner. Maybe they were just focused on this beautiful face of yours, hmm?" Robby hummed as he gently cupped Y/N's face, looking her straight in the eye. "Maybe they were." She smirked at him.

Robby brought his hand down, grabbing his beer off the speaker then swiftly taking a drink all with his eyes on her.

Hawk suddenly grabbed Y/N's hand. "I really like these rings you have on," He noticed, examining the cold metal resting on her fingers, his thumb running across the back of her hand. He kept eye contact as he lifted her soft hand up to his plump lips, lightly kissing the spot right above her knuckle.

She was at a loss for words. The flawless female was now at her mercy for these not one, but two men who stood in front of her. Her throat felt intently dry, like cotton as Hawk gently placed her hand back at her side.

She would've willingly made out with both of them right then and there, but she stopped herself when she saw her two friends making out in the opposite corner of the room. "Oh my god, I was right!" She said happily.

Robby chuckled already knowing what she was talking about, on his way in the saw Jessica-May and Apollo harshly making out in the corner. Hawk followed her gaze, laughing along with Robby about how excited she got over being right over her friend's relations.

Once the attention on her friends sluggishly died down, someone from across the room drunkenly suggested they play never have I ever, and that they wanted Y/N, Hawk, and Robby to play along.

Y/N debated playing. This night could go one of two ways, and both choices were looking devilishly amusing. She would either get her brains fucked out by one — or both — of her favorite little boy toys, which seemed like the better option, or she would go back to her dorm with Jordan and await another longing day wondering what would've happened if she would've played.

"You wanna play, pretty boys?" Y/N asked deviously as she turned her head to the view of the two boys glancing at each other, with sexy smirks as they hummed a 'yes'.

After a few minutes, everyone that was interested in playing was sat around a coffee table, sitting on the dark couch. Robby and Hawk were sat on either side of Y/N, both with their arms around her seat. Jordan cleared their throat, "I'll go first."

"Never have I ever..." They took a second to think, "Gone skinny dipping." Jordan finished. Jordan knew that there would probably be quite a few people, but they wanted to know just exactly who.

Y/N chuckled then skittishly raised her cold beverage, taking a large gulp. Robby and Hawk both eyed her eagerly, also taking sips of their drinks. "Hmm.. interesting," Jordan murmured slyly, noticing the gazes from the boys.

"K! I'll go next," Apollo offered, sitting down next to Jessie who was next to him with her legs crossed, "Never have I ever made out with a friend's sibling." He finished.

Jessica smiled deviantly then took a sip of her drink. Apollo's eyes shot toward her, "Wait, what? Who's sibling?" He questioned frantically. Jessie laughed to herself then pushed a few strands of hair out of her face, staying totally quiet.

"Don't tell me it was Omar!" Apollo said, hoping it wasn't his big brother, "I swear to god if you say it was Omar-" He threatened.

"It was Omar," Jessie whispered. "Oh my fucking-" Apollo complained, but was cut off by Hawk changing the conversation. Thank god, otherwise, everyone in the room would have to watch Apollo call his brother and threaten to beat his ass. He would never actually go through with it, though.

"Okay! Next one. Never have I ever, kissed my best friend." Hawk said, sitting up so he was now directly next to Y/N.

"What is with all the kissing ones?!" Apollo emphasized as Jessie just chuckled and put a comforting but dangerously playful hand on his cheek, "You'll be okay," She said, then patted his face lightly.

Y/N and Jordan both laughed as they took large gulps of their beverages, all the eyes going onto them. "Woah, hello?" Jessie said, resting her arm on Apollo's shoulder looking at her two close friends as if she just saw a ghost. "I mean, don't get me wrong I have no problem picturing that in my head," Apollo started bluntly with an elbow to the side from Jessie. "Ow! What I was gonna say, was that I have no problem picturing it but when did it happen?" Apollo finished curiously.

"We never even confirmed that it was us, I mean it was, but don't just assume." Y/N exaggerated, "And the fun part about this is that we don't have to tell you any of the sultry details." She said with a smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Also, you two should have drunk too!" Jordan said suspiciously pointing at Jessie and Apollo.

"Anyways," Y/N laughed crossing her legs, "Never have I ever sent a nude photo to someone." She concluded, as Hawk and Robby both quietly drank from their refreshments.

"I- I'm not even gonna ask."

"Ugh, this is getting boring, okay let's spice it up a little bit." Jordan commented cleverly, "Never have I ever, had or thought of having a threesome."

Hawk and Robby's eyes widened and their jaws dropped slightly as they carefully watched Y/N take a drink of her beverage, teasingly slow. "Ooh, Y/N! Spill!" Jessie exclaimed excitedly.

Y/N simply shook her head. "No can do, Miss May, the whole point of the game never has I ever, not expose yourself in front of twenty easily amused adults." She replied, crossing her right leg over her left.

"Well, fine," Jordan huffed, "Let's play truth or dare! Y/N, truth or dare?!" They asked anxiously. Y/N knew what her roommate was up to.

"Dare."

"Okay, I dare you to tell us who you've had or thought about having a threesome with." They dared. "That's not how it works, J." Y/N stubbornly remarked, "And if it makes you feel any better, I haven't had a threesome, it's just a ridiculous thought."

Jordan huffed in defeat, but then got an aspiring idea. "Okay, fine then," They hummed cleverly, "I dare you, to kiss both people you would want to have a threesome with."

Apollo chuckled, partly embarrassed for her. Y/N laughed with sarcasm in her tone, "Yeah, there's no way in fucking hell I'm doing that." She went to get up and leave, but she felt a cold hand snatch her wrist.

"Don't go, sweetheart," Hawk grinned, "Just do it, a little dare won't hurt anyone." He acknowledged as he and Robby smirked up at her. She scoffed. "At least not physically," Robby added but after smirked, "But that could happen too."

She sat down in the space between them, gulping hard, struggling to remain intimidating to everyone surrounding her. "Fine. I'll do it." She answered, giving in.

Jordan smiled devilishly, knowing what they were getting Y/N into. "Great."

Y/N quickly glanced over at Hawk. She was mentally debating whether or not she should actually kiss him in front of everybody. She had to make a quick decision. So she kissed him.

It caught him by surprise, he wasn't too shocked but enough to the point where it took him a second to kiss back. People around the room howled and shouted, but not super loud since they knew she was still going to kiss someone else after.

Y/N noticed Hawk's lips were mildly soft, and that he kissed back after only around 3 seconds. She wanted the kiss to be short for obvious reasons, so she pulled away.

"Damn, Y/N!" Apollo exclaimed, howling like an immature child. Y/N laughed. "She's not done yet, Cruz, who's the other person?!" Jordan asked anxiously.

Y/N shot a playful-type glare at Jordan, she was beginning to warm up a little bit. This is normally how it was when she partied, she would come to the party a little shy and quiet, but she would leave nastily wasted, or just bold and loud.

She smirked over at Robby, her eyes locked on his. Eye contact was always a turn-on for the both of them, along with Hawk.

She glanced down at his lips, then leaned in and placed a soft, genuine kiss on his lips. His lips were also soft, maybe even softer than Hawk's luscious lips.

Robby slowly bit his lip as she pulled away, gazing at her up and down as he smiled a little.

"Okay! Games over," Jordan said, quickly standing up and dragging their lady friend, Moon across the room. Jessie laughed, then also stood up. "Let's go over there," Jessie said, smirking and pointing to a random corner of the room, "And continue what we were doing before."

Y/N laughed in her seat, then grabbed her drink off of the coffee table. She took a long sip, then set it back down. She sat back but tensed when she felt a sudden hand on her thigh. "Is this alright, darling?" She could feel Hawk's breath on her neck, and then another hand on her other thigh.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I felt something in that kiss, and I know damn well Hawk did too." Robby hummed as his hand tauntingly rubbing up and down her thigh. Hawk nodded eagerly in agreement.

She nodded. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk hummed, his thumb stroking gentle, little zigzags on her clothed skin. She gulped, trying to calm herself enough to speak, "Yes, I felt it too. And yes, I'm okay with what you guys are doing." She answered, struggling to keep her composure.

"And what exactly are we doing, hmm?" Robby said, just trying to make her agitated. She inhaled sharply, "I don't know, why don't you tell me exactly what you're doing? I can't speak for either of you." She said, trying to sound as seductive as she could.

Robby raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" He exaggerated.

She nodded once again. "Why don't you boys come back to my room with me, huh?" She offered, as both boys' hands inched closer and closer to her clothed heat. Y/N quickly sat up.

She was definitely more than okay with what they were doing, she was just not wanting to give anyone else in the room a show. Or at least not for free, anyway.

She grabbed both of their hands, and they impatiently sat up with her, glancing at each other with a lust deep within their eyes, and a sneaky smirk on their faces.

"You know where my dorm is?" She asked nonchalantly as if nothing was about to happen, but in reality, shit was about to go down. Both boys nodded eagerly. "Perfect. Go there, and wait for me. I'll explain more when I get there." She said, walking over to Jordan, leaving both boys stranded there in shock. They weren't standing for long once what she said had fully sunk in, they ran as fast as they possibly could to her dorm room.

“Jordan," Y/N whispered, tapping their shoulder from behind. Jordan turned around, stopping their conversation with Moon. "Hmm?" They hummed.

"Stay at Moon's tonight. Or wherever you wanna, I guess. I just wouldn't recommend coming to our dorm until tomorrow. I'll text you if anything changes." Y/N said. Jordan could tell she was in a hurry.

"Okay, why-" Jordan's eyes got big when they realized, "Oh! Damn, okay. Heh, you're totally welcome." Jordan added, realizing that it was them that started the game, so if it weren't for Jordan then what's currently going on wouldn't be happening.

Y/N laughed, "Thank you. Now go back to talking with your lady friend." She joked, smiling in a teasing manner. "Haha, very funny. Now you go!" Jordan said, shooing Y/N away from her as if she was a pesky fly. She scoffed even though it was still more of a laugh, and quickly exited the noisy room.

♰

When she arrived in the room both boys were sat patiently on the end of her bed, even though she didn't tell them to.

They didn't know where else they should've gone within the room, and they didn't want to be a bother and mess up the placement of any of her scattered goods around the room. So they just sat there until she arrived.

"Awe look at you boys," She smiled sweetly. She found how sincere they were being quite adorable, nonetheless.

"Yeah, yeah, now what do we do now?" Hawk asked impatiently. He may have seemed patient before, but he was truly agonizing to see what was genuinely going on.

"Okay, well. Tonight you boys can do whatever the hell you want to me." She answered nonchalantly. Their eyes went wide and became full of passion.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Hawk and Robby watched in amazement as she flopped onto the empty space of the bed behind them. "Well, what are you doing just sitting there? Go ahead, do whatever your little hearts desire."

Their thoughts ran dangerously wild as they smirked and instantly crawled up to her. "First off, let's take these pretty little things off," Hawk spoke, gesturing toward her comfortably fashionable clothing that was still sitting on her body, hugging all the right places. Robby and Hawk were intrigued, and she was a sight for sore eyes but they wanted them off, and quick. "I can do that." She replied, swiftly continuing to undo her belt.

"How cute," Robby pouted sarcastically, "You think you have a choice," Robby said and Hawk snickered. "Yeah, and you don't have a choice with us, so hurry up and take off those clothes before I fucking do it myself," Hawk demanded impatiently.

She raised her eyebrows and threw her hands up in her own defense, "Why don't you then?" She requested all but with a greedy smirk written on her face.

Hawk pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, "Fine then. Be like that," Hawk said. He knew she was just trying to make him more pissed off and impatient than he already was, and he was having trouble not letting it get to him.

"Fucking pathetic," Robby babbled degradingly. She tightly clenched her thighs together, the anticipation already nagging her.

"Keene, help me take off her clothes, and don't be fucking slow." He demanded the last fragment with refined venom in his tone.

Robby nodded, smiling cheekily at Y/N as he undid her belt, then slid her jeans down her gorgeous legs, unhooking the fabric from her ankles then tossing the clothing across the room. She propped herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch his every move. Robby smirked when he pulled her pants down only a little to reveal her hips, placing a soft kiss just below her belly button.

Hawk began growing more and more impatient, Robby was "taking forever", and he just wanted to devour the attractively striking girl in front of him. He watched observantly as Robby ran his fingers up her stomach and to her beautiful, covered breasts giving her noticeable goosebumps. Robby was practically toying with her and him as simply all he was doing was slowly lifting up her shirt.

He pulled that over her head, revealing her black bra that made him hard at the sight. Not because of what she was wearing, but simply how hot she looked in it.

"You want me to leave her like that or undress her more?" Robby asked patiently, quietly chuckling to himself as he noticed a fine budge in Hawk's jeans. "That- That's fine." He stuttered angrily. He hated having Y/N and Robby both see him at his mercy.

He shook all the delusional concepts out of his mind, then quickly took off his shirt, his abs quickly catching the attention of the female before him. She failed to stop herself from grinning, as Hawk and Robby both began to fully undress themselves. A am

After they undressed, which felt like an eternity to Y/N because she was forced by to just sit and watch as they took off their clothing extremely slow. Hawk was on one side of the bed while Robby was on the other.

"Kiss her," Hawk commanded, eyeing her up and down with passion, hunger, and lust gaping inside pupils. "What?" Robby asked, a little confused that Hawk wanted Robby to kiss her instead of himself.

"Just fucking kiss her, dude!" Hawk raised his voice. He was becoming even more impatient and anxious to just rip the remaining clothing off her body and fuck her into next Tuesday. But he couldn't do that, he had to be patient.

Robby quickly kissed Y/N, their lips harshly colliding together starting a fast, heated pace. "God, both of you are so hot," Hawk murmured, clearly out of breath from doing absolutely nothing.

Robby smiled into the kiss, his hands moving from his lap to right along her sides, holding himself over her glamorous body, now completely on top of her.

One of Robby's hands teasingly traced up her sides then to her breasts, while the other rested firmly on her thigh, inching closer and closer to her covered core. His thumb pressed onto her numb through the underwear, causing her to squirm and moan softly. Both boys were very intrigued by the sound.

Her hands harshly gripped Robby's hair, tugging it. He let out a soft whimper, sending vibrations straight to her core. "Fuck," He groaned. Hawk has had enough, he wants them to just hurry it up. And luckily for him, Robby seemed to notice.

"Okay, now what Hawk?" Robby asked, stepping away from her as she let out a whine from the loss of contact.

"Come here, love," Hawk commanded quite nicely as he looked deeply into Y/N's beautiful eyes. "Move to the edge, babe." As soon as Hawk said that phrase, Robby knew exactly where he was going with that.

Y/N, being the amazing listener she is, decided to very slowly scoot onto the edge of the average-sized bed. Hawk rolled his eyes, "Jesus fucking Christ," Hawk whispered, "Y/N if you don't hurry up we won't let you go until you've come five fucking times, now for the love of God, please just move over a few inches." Even though Hawk was more than agitated, he still somehow mentioned how hot she was, which if you think about it, in a way, that's pretty considerate of him.

Y/N gave in and obeyed, mentally rolling her eyes knowing that if she did it where they could see she would be in big trouble. She quickly moved from the middle of the large bed to the softened edge. Almost as soon as she did that, Hawk and Robby both slowly got onto their knees in front of her.

"What are you guys doing?" She questioned, she already had a hint but she liked teasing them. Hawk chuckled, "You'll figure it out sooner or later." Hawk said, now able to fully keep his calm because she was actually listening and doing what he had said to.

Robby's cold hands tormentingly ran up her thighs, giving her even more goosebumps than she had before. His hands stopped at the lining of her underwear, slowly pulling it down, and taking it off of her, revealing her pussy to both him and Hawk. Hawk slowly raised an eyebrow as he made intense eye contact with her.

"May we?" Robby asked politely, as if he was about to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant, and was asking if he was allowed to eat yet. She nodded impatiently. "Use your words, babydoll," Hawk demanded with a sexy, grim voice.

"Yes. You may." She responded.

Now that the boys had verbal consent, they were about ready to make her scream, but the little stubborn words being said in their thoughts were getting in the way. Hawk opened her legs wider and placed a small, delicate kiss onto her sensitive nub.

She let out a heavenly whimper that blessed their ears, as Robby now placed a kiss onto her hole. She let out another moan, making Hawk's cock pulse in his jeans.

Hawk quickly sat up, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Y/N sat up on her elbows to enjoy the glorious view in front of her, she loved the way Hawk's abs glistened because of the damp layer of sweat on his body.

He got back into his knees, throwing her right leg onto his shoulder, leaving soft kisses onto her thigh. "Please," She moaned, "More."

Hawk gazed up at her as Robby chuckled devilishly, "Aww, look at you. Haven't even started and I've already got you begging for more. Such a desperate little whore, huh?" Hawk taunted. She could've busted right then and there. "Mmm, yeah," She whispered. "Speak louder, gorgeous," Robby demanded. She was extremely sexually frustrated. "Yes, I am. Please just touch me."

Hawk smiled. "See? Was that so difficult, baby?" All these pet names they were calling her were more than alluring, if she wasn't at her mercy she would be returning the favor by complimenting them on how incredibly sexy they look, or how their muscles look ravishingly big.

Hawk hungrily licked her clit as Robby got up and sat next to her and placed faint kisses down her chest, his immense hands finding a place on her waist when she arched her back. Her lips fell into an o shape as she threw her head far back. "Holy fuck."

Robby's plump lips kissed from her stomach, to her neck, and then her lips. They both engaged in a deep kiss, as Hawk's tongue worked his magic causing Y/N to moan into Robby's mouth.

Hearing that sound leave her mouth that close to his ear was like heaven to him. He found her so incredibly attractive, so hearing those beautiful moans to leave her mouth was a vast turn-on.

She began to buck her hips upward, the pleasure becoming so much for her as Hawk pressed his thumb onto her clit. "Quit doing that." He demanded. "Doing what?" Her smile was evident in her tone.

"Moving your fucking hips," Hawk answered aggressively. She smiled tauntingly then bucked her hips once again. She knew what she was doing, and she knew it was making Hawk painfully hard.

Hawk harshly slapped her ass, causing her to stop the movement of her hips. "That's right, brat, know your place." He taunted.

Robby hurried back in between her legs, getting on his knees next to Hawk and kissing up and down her thigh. She was starting to feel her climax coming, but she whimpered when she felt a loss of contact on her pussy, and her thigh.

She propped herself up on her elbows, about ready to plead for her finish, but she stopped when she saw what was going on in front of her.

Hawk and Robby were full-on making out.

And boy-oh-boy was it a sight to see.

Y/N was unquestionably mesmerized, she never thought something so simple could possibly turn her on as much as it was. She decided to take matters into her own hands, literally, by using her hands for her own pleasure. She moved her fingers around her slightly swollen vagina, curling her toes as she watched Hawk's hands find a place in Robby's luscious hair.

"Fucking hell," She whimpered. Some reason the two newly-adult boys touching tongues was a huge turn-on for her, so she was taking that to her advantage. Her fingers brushed against her clit at a certain angle, hitting her most sensitive spot. She let out a line of moans and whimpers, some high pitch, others just loud pants.

Hawk pulled away from Robby, out of breath, "Off. Take your hands off." Hawk demanded, grabbing her wrist and separating her fingers from her heat. "Why'd you do that? I was enjoying myself there." She teased.

"Shut your mouth."

Hawk was angry. He honestly didn't know why, but he was. Y/N quickly listened, stopping any noises that were leaving her sore body. "Now what, Hawk?" Robby questioned, catching his breath.

"Well that was hot," Hawk chuckled, "But we can't just let her sit there and watch." He honestly didn't know what he was saying, he loved watching her at her own mercy, but he wanted to remain — or seem — dominant. "And why not? I don't mind." She smirked proudly, she loved pushing their buttons. "Well, I do, and I know damn well Hawk does as well. Now get your ass up." Robby demanded. She smiled, and stood up.

"On the bed, ass toward us," Hawk commanded. That sentence gave her intense butterflies, as she listened. "Robby, you know what to do," Hawk said, walking over to the desk in her room and pulling out her chair. "What is he doing?" Y/N asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it, you little bitch." Robby taunted, then hostilely thrusted into her, making her whimper out at the sudden contact. "Holy fuck!"

Robby's cold hands roughly gripped her ass, as Hawk sat down onto the chair and took out his dick. He simply just watched, his chest heaving up and down as he let out multiple soft, submissive moans. "Jesus fucking christ," Hawk whispered.

Y/N screamed loudly as Robby forcefully penetrated her pussy, moans, and grunts were falling from Robby's lips, his fingernails probably making a mark into Y/N's asscheek, although she didn't mind. "God, you're so tight Y/N," Robby said, his voice getting closer to a whisper by each word that left his lips. She moaned back as her response.

"You're taking my cock so well, fuck, what a good girl you are." Robby praised, slamming into her like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm, fuck yes! Call me that again," Y/N moaned as she impatiently nodded her head in agreement. "Such a good girl," Robby purposely repeated himself.

Y/N let out a noisy whimper, Robby immediately snapped back into reality remembering that someone could hear what was going on, so his hand flew straight onto her mouth, as he bent over so his lips were right next to her ear.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, love, someone'll here you." He whispered to her, alluringly. His hand moved from her mouth, "God," She choked out, "I don't know if I can."

"You can, and you will. Now be quiet before I make you myself." His hand slowly moved farther her lips and down to her throat, gently squeezing the sides which the adrenaline in her veins pump faster. His pants became faster.

She could barely choke out words at that point, she was being fucked senseless, and to add onto that her airway was partially shut. He would never fully shut it, of course, he just loved the way it felt when she clenched around him while he choked her.

"That's right baby, listen to my words. Obey me like the bitch you are." Robby said, taking full control. Y/N let out the most satisfying-to-ear moan, she wasn't quiet, or too loud. It came from the back of her throat, and it sounded extremely heaven-like to Hawk and Robby.

Robby pushed into her, then stopped, staying in that position. His other large hand moved, using his finger to rub fast circles onto her swollen clit. She let out a quiet whimper. "Oh yeah? Do you like that? You like having my hands all over your pussy, hmm?" He sweet-talked. She moaned once more, "God yes!"

Robby started moving again, but continued to touch and play with her. "Jesus, babe," He panted, "I know I told you to stay quiet but if you keep moaning like that, I don't mind at all." He chuckled.

Y/N's back arched, her ass pressing against Robby's front causing Robby to stop in his tracks, "Oh god."

Y/N looked over at Hawk to make sure he was still well, and all she saw was his eyes on her. Hawk's eyelids were very heavy, and a sluggish smile appeared on his face when his eyes met with her desperate ones.

"Fuck," She moaned, quickly looking away. Eye contact really turned her on and at the moment it felt like too much to handle.

Robby was very thankful that Y/N's pussy was especially wet, his dick slid in and out of her so easily.

He smiled cheekily as he brought his top-half upward as it had been before, his cock shifted deep inside of her, hitting a place it hadn't before. "Shit," She whimpered hopelessly.

"God, baby, I'm so close," Robby whimpered out, his dominant side slowly fading as he felt his cock contract and twitch inside of Y/N. "Me too," She panted. Robby's hands got a firm grip on her hips, repeatedly ramming his dick into her. "Oh yes," She whimpered softly.

Robby chuckled as he struggled to keep his eyes fully open, "You're such a pretty little whore, huh, Y/N?" He degraded, her walls clenching around him. She only moaned as a response.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it was probably through the roof due to all the pleasure she's being given.

After a matter of seconds, her body felt uselessly limp as she collapsed onto the bed, the only the holding her up was her elbows. Her orgasm hit her like a truck as she let out a loud, drawn-out moanish-scream.

Robby wrapped his hand around her mouth, "Shhh, be quiet," He whispered in her ear. His orgasm came soon after, and luckily for Robby, she was on birth control, and he knew because they had discussed it before they even did any of the foreplay.

Robby came inside her as his whole body shook. He let out a pathetic whimper right in her ear, that would've easily made her come once more if she wasn't coming down from a current high.

"Jesus Christ, you guys are hot together," Hawk said with a large smirk, as Robby looked up still partly out of breath. "But out of the way, pretty boy. It's my turn." The words that seductively left his mouth and the tone he murmured them in gave Y/N shivers down her spine.

Hawk flopped onto the bed next to her, "Ride me, babydoll."

With a smirk, she willingly obeyed, sexily walking over to him. "Okay, baby," She said, throwing her leg around his lap, straddling him completely as one of his hands attached to her ass, while the other roamed around her neck, then using his thumb to tilt up her chin. "That's sir to you." He spat.

She got extreme butterflies and still managed to listen to what he had to say. "Yessir." She responded, grinning deviously.

Hawk quickly rammed his cock into her swollen pussy lips, as her mouth fell open and she threw her head back. "Fuck yes!" She whimpered, her voice shaky. Hawk slowly pulled out of her.

She sank down onto his throbbing dick, and the two let out a derogatory moan. "Fuck yes," Hawk whispered under his breath. Y/N began to roll her hips at a teasingly slow pace. Hawk hissed quietly, the pain and pleasure coming together as one.

His hands teasingly roamed up and down her glorious body, as she rocked her hips back and forth, bouncing every once in a while as Robby sat in the same chair Hawk was in before.

"Baby, I- fuck, that feels so good." She filthily moaned near his ear, before Hawk's muscles contracted. According to his reaction, he must've enjoyed her hushed profanities.

The pleasure the duo was feeling was unbelievably immaculate, as Hawk's hands harshly gripped her ass, probably leaving marks.

"Look at you, such a fucking mess for me. Such a dirty slut you are for me, hmm?" He tormented despitefully, his bitchy tone making her gulp. His words made her clench around him. "God, do that again, sweetie." He moaned, extremely turned on. She listened, clenching around his cock once more. "Shit." He painted.

"Open," Hawk demanded, as Y/N quickly opened her mouth. He used his hand to squeeze her cheeks together, quickly spitting into her mouth. "Swallow." She quickly obeyed.

He grinned sinfully, happy that she had stopped her stubborn ways and actually listened, but little did he know her persistent antics were far from gone. "Good girl," He whispered, his breath just barely tickling her neck.

She pulled him in for a kiss, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session while she continued to repeatedly ride his dick. Hawk pulled away just to smile at her, "You look so fucking hot right now," He said, his eyelids heavy as he stared into her eyes.

"As do you," She responded, looking at him deeply with passion.

It's been said many times before, eye contact really turned her on, but this type of eye contact, which takes place during sex and happens to be exceptionally intense, made her not just turned on, but also made her feel extremely safe. Not that she didn't feel safe in Robby's arms, because she definitely did. And there's no but to that sentence. She fancied them both, quite a bit may I add. Hawk's gorgeous eyes traveled down to her lips, colliding his with hers.

The kiss would've lasted fairly long, if it weren't for Hawk's cock reached deeper spots inside of her, causing her to pull away and gasp. "Oh-oh god," She whimpered desperately. The sound of her whimpers made him simply smirk, knowing that he did that to her and that it was because of him that she was full of clemency.

"Mmm, fuck," He moaned, his page beginning to quicken as he felt his cock twitch inside her, and his climax begins its climb. "I'm close, Y/N." He was ashamed to admit it, because they had only been going for a little while, but he was close to coming. And normally he could last longer, but the sex he was having currently was just superior.

"Fuck," She panted breathlessly, "So am I."

He simpered audaciously. "You gonna come for me like the naughty fucking whore you are, Y/N? Hmm?" Hawk quickly went from sweet and sappy to degrading and despiteful, but you couldn't catch Y/N whining about it. "Yes sir." She answered.

Hawk let out a drawn-out moan, "Ahhhhh fuck, I'm gonna come Y/N, Jesus fucking Christ," He groaned, the hard grip he had on her ass probably leaving bruises and scratches. "Mmm," She hummed, "Shit, me too!"

Her whole body shook as Hawk rested his head on her shoulder, struggling to keep quiet while he endured his high. Hawk mumbled gibberish-sounding profanities. Y/N moaned Hawk's name as if it were a mantra, as he came hard into her swollen cunt. Not long after, she came onto his throbbing cock.

Robby quickly speed-walked to the bathroom, getting a damp washcloth ready for Y/N for when she and Hawk were fully finished.

Once Hawk could finally open his eyes again without seeing stars, he smiled at the girl in front of her, pushing a fallen strand of hair out of her face. "You did so well, babydoll." He comforted, with a kiss on her nose. She smiled sweetly, "Thank you. You were not as bad as I'd thought you'd be," She teased with a smirk. "Hey!"

"I'm kidding, love, I promise." She chuckled, "Now help me get onto this bed of mine, I doubt I'll be able to walk."

Hawk laughed with her, then gently set her down onto her soft bed, getting up himself. Robby walked into the room with the rag as Hawk went to find her toothbrush. Robby carefully wiped down her face, before changing sides and wiping done any extra cum that was left. "Thank you, sweetheart," She said, cupping his face sleepily. "My pleasure darling, you did amazing."

"Wait, Y/N, where's your toothbrush?!" Hawk shouted from the bathroom. "It should be on the counter- Oh, wait! It's all in the cupboard, Jordan moved them when she was cleaning the bathroom." She said, "That little clean freak," She mumbled to herself, but Robby happened to hear. "You aren't any better!" He shouted back as he also walked to the bathroom.

She laughed and shook her head as Hawk approached her with her dull-colored toothbrush in hand. "Okay, sit up, love." He said nicely. She let out a little whimper as she sat up, her muscles hurt.

"You need help?" Hawk offered, hovering his hand near her back to make sure if she fell he could catch her. "No, I'm okay." She argued drowsily, "Thanks, though." She exclaimed with a genuine smile on her face.

Hawk chuckled, "Okay, open." She laughed sneakily, "I'm having extreme deja vu." She joked. "Ha-ha, very funny, but seriously, princess, if you want me to brush your teeth, you're gonna have to cooperate with me."

She nodded, then smiled largely and Hawk started to brush her teeth for her. "Hey, Robby could you find and bring me a cup?" Hawk shouted, knowing that soon she was gonna have to spit.

Robby shouted a 'yeah' back and brought him a cup. Once Hawk had finished brushing her teeth and Robby had finished his business in the restroom, the three had layer together in her bed, the boys on either side of Y/N.

"Y'know, although I won't be able to walk for a week, I really enjoyed that," Y/N admitted, taking a glance at the two around her. Hawk and Robby both nodded their heads in agreement.

"Do you guys wanna keep doing this? But not just sex?" Y/N said, a little worried that they could possibly disagree. Robby smiled, "Y'know, I would like that." He smiled. "Yeah, me too," Hawk said. Y/N smiled sweetly, moving closer to the two boys around her.

She slept pretty well that night, she was extremely tired and I bet having not one, but two genuine boys at her side, probably helped a little bit as well.

♰

When Y/N woke up sleepily, both boys were still in a deep sleep. She carefully got up, it was around 10 am, but also a Saturday so she luckily didn't have many classes that day. It was hard for her to walk, but she knew she was gonna have to so she just decided to push through it. Or at least, try.

She quickly got herself dressed, slipping on her pajamas to go downstairs to get coffee.

Luckily for her and her classmates, the dorms offered coffee and donuts every morning to try and help the young adults so they didn't have to struggle with money if they were, and even if they weren't it was just nice to give them a little treat.

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she limped carefully down the hallway, and saw Jordan sat at the bar table, in their fuzzy pajamas and slippers, happily stuffing their face with a powdered donut. "Y/N!" They exclaimed with a mouthful as soon as they caught the eye of their best friend.

"Hey!" She smiled back, taking a seat next to them. "Where'd you end up staying last night?" She questioned. Jordan seemed to have gotten all excited, "Moon's dorm! Luckily for me, her roommate was visiting home yesterday, so she let me stay there." Jordan explained cheerfully. They were really a morning person, Y/N on the other hand, was not.

"Nice. But did anything... happen?" Y/N asked, hinting toward... well you get what she's hinting toward. "Yes, actually!" Jordan smiled proudly. Jordan before that night hadn't lost their virginity, they were waiting for the right time, and right person, and as soon as they laid eyes on Moon, they knew she was the one.

"That's great! Congrats, dude." Y/N smiled, punching Jordan's shoulder as they looked down bashfully. "Yeah, I'm really happy about it."

It went silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, shit! I totally forgot, I gotta bring Moon back a glazed donut, so I should probably go." Jordan said, quickly getting up, then grabbing a napkin and using that napkin to get a glazed donut.

"Well, good luck! Not that you need it, though." Y/N said. They softly smiled at each other, before Jordan speed-walked away, but only making it halfway before they stopped.

"Love you!" Jordan shouted at Y/N. She chuckled to herself as she shook her head, "Love you too!" Then blew a kiss their way.

[kissme-loverboy]

~~~~~~A Master List of My Male Reader Stories ~~~~~

Fluff = 🌸 , Smut = 🔥, Will Have Chapters for Both Smut and Fluff = ❤️‍🔥

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A Little Touch of Heaven ~ Male Reader X Wonho, Male Reader X Shownu, Male Reader X Wonho X Shownu 🌸

Whisked Sweetness ~ Male Reader X Dev Patel “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~ Male Reader X Rafael Silva 🔥

𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ~ Male Reader X Pedro Pascal “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

Eclipsed ~ Male Reader X Changbin “Coming Soon” 🔥

Secrets and Seduction ~ Male Reader X Michael Cimino “Coming Soon” 🔥

Blossoming Connection ~ Male Reader X Bangchan “Coming Soon” 🔥

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓢𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ~ Male Reader X Mason Gooding 🔥

Royal Temptations ~ Male Reader X Diego Tinoco “Coming Soon” 🔥

Tangled Espionage ~ Male Reader X Will Sharpe “Coming Soon” 🔥

Love, Academy ~ Male Reader X Charles Melton ❤️‍🔥

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~ Male Reader X Xolo Maridueña 🔥

Stranded Hearts ~ Male Reader X Rome Flynn “Coming Soon” 🔥

Seductive Superior ~ Male Reader X Noah Centineo “Coming Soon” 🔥

All-Star Affection ~ Male Reader X Thomas Weatherall “Coming Soon” ❤️‍🔥

Lessons in Rivalry ~ Male Reader X Namjoon “Coming Soon” 🌸

Twisted Flames ~ Male X Danny Ramirez “Coming Soon” 🔥

[noirsfantasy]

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🥖Info: she/her, 21 yrs, 20011007, Libra, 5'4, African American

🥖Actors/Singers: Michael B Jordan, John Boyega, Jonathan Majors, Rome Flynn, Lakeith Stanfield, Idris Elba, Vin Diesel, Tupac, Bruno Mars, Chadwick Boseman

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fake it ‘till you make it

chapter 1: you were mine first. 

summary: a trip down memory lane as Tre returns home to find his best friend dealing with the fallout of her divorce proceedings.

a/n: this chapter is really long. it’s essentially full of backstory. i didn’t want to post each part as its own chapter bc that would end us up with four short chapters. so...prepare for time jumps. kinda wanted to get the backstory out the way so that i can get into the good stuff. let me know what you think. i know it’s a reader fic but i just think aja naomi is so pretty that’s why you see her face :)

if there are typos bare with me. I forced myself to stop making changes and just posted it. songs are linked because i’m hella dramatic and moody when i write.

words. 8,960

2006: junior year in high school. (gif).

You say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around You keep my hand around your neck, we connect

You're seated, alone, in the corner booth at Happy's Diner. The AP Calculus book and notes spread out across the table are the perfect repellants for teenage boys hoping to "keep you company" until your friend arrives.

Your friend who just so happens to be running extremely late. Halfway done with your second glass of soda kind of late.

Trevante comes strolling into the diner, pausing long enough to say hi to Happy before heading in your direction. Climbing over the booth, he slides in next to you.

"Sorry I'm late," he huffs as he settles in next to the window.

His arm drapes over your shoulder, as he reaches forward to drag your plate towards him. Keeping your focus on the problem you're solving, you blindly lift his left arm, turning it so that you can see the face of his watch.

"You are forty-eight minutes late." You shove his arm off your shoulder, it finding its place back to your shoulder instantly. "Why do you wear a watch if you don't know how to use it?"

"Why buy me a watch for my birthday if you know I can't use it?"

Trevante narrowly avoids the slap you send towards his hand, stealing a french fry and popping it into his mouth.

His neck rolls, a groan escaping his lips as you move the plate out of his reach.

"Come on, Y/N. I can't have any-"

"No. You can tell me where you were. What was so important you left me waiting for forty-eight minutes? I already ordered the dinner you promised me."

"You clocking me now?" His brow arches as he drags the plate across the table.

"When it affects me? Yes. Yes, I am."

Trevante lightly shrugs his shoulder before retrieving the ketchup. The fact he doesn't want to tell you causes you to lift his arm from over your shoulder.

Resting his arms against the table, he silently busies himself with cleaning your plate.

"Why can't we study at your place?

Trevante watched as your shoulders rise and fall, your brow furrowing as you reach in your backpack. You're willing to acknowledge his question isn't that strange. From the fifth grade, the two of you have always studied at your house. Your dining room table has years worth of homework sessions. When you entered high school, your study sessions had migrated to your bedroom.

Trevante could usually be found sprawled across your bed; arm tucked behind his head as he lounged on your pillows. While you were found seated on the floor, books and notes displayed neatly around you.  You would kill to be back in your room right now. Both of your giggles mingling with the latest playlist Trevante has downloaded on his computer. However, ever since your last study session, that doesn't seem like a great idea.

Your mind is still trying to make sense of what exactly happened. You were slightly hopped up on coffee, the late-night study session keeping you and Trevante up well past your parents. Trevante...was wired by something else. What exactly? You're not sure. He'd arrived at your place, hours before, in a shitty mood but refused to tell you why. You'd initially thought it was because you'd rejected his invitation to attend William Prescott's party because you needed to study. Trevante had gone to the party before meeting you. Whatever happened at the party had stopped him from being a semi-decent study partner.

You were used to the textbook attempts of avoiding his work. The television, conversations about something he'd heard in the locker room, etc. What you weren't used to was his fingers toying with your hair, or brushing against your thighs. His lips brushing against your shoulder.

You'd nearly caused him to break his neck on the stairs with how fast you got him out of your house that night.

You grip your eyes closed for a brief moment, an all familiar heat spreading across your skin as he studies your face.

"It's just, my mom...she said something about us having an open-door policy and raging hormones, and it just...weirded me out?"

"Raging hormones," he scoffs, his attention focusing on the problem you're finishing up. "Your mom thinks we're having sex? We used to take baths together."

Erasing your mistake, you try again. You don't respond until you've finished the problem. Sliding the nearly completed homework assignment in Trevante's direction, you pick up your soda.

"I know, that's what I told her. She seems to think guys became sex-crazed when they turn sixteen."

"It's earlier than that," Trevante teases as he looks over the work.

It takes him a moment to realize the assignment is his not yours. He'd given you the completed homework during third period.

"Can you look this over?" He'd asked, hastily placing a kiss against your cheek before starting down the hall after William. "I'll make it up to you tonight. Dinner at Happy's at seven!"

You'd marked up most of the assignment in red while waiting for his arrival. The fact he'd attempted to do the homework without your help leading to you redoing it for him to soften the blow.

Releasing a sigh of relief, Trevante grins in your direction.

"You're so fucking smart, Y/N. It took me all last night to finish that."

You wince as his grip tugs against your shoulder, pulling your closer. His lips briefly press against your cheek. Your giggles fill the air as a second kiss follows.

"Stop," you giggle, lightly pushing against his cheek you watch him place a kiss against your palm before returning your focus on the math problem to his homework. "Don't think compliments will get me to finish your homework for you. You're finishing the rest. Right now. I'm only helping you make the corrections from now on. I only fixed it early because I can't be here until ten again."

Trevante's eyes roll as he accepts the pencil you offer him. "I've got plays to remember. I don't have time to ace AP Calc."

"And I have an entire European History essay to finish when I get home, so focus."

You spend the next thirty minutes helping Trevante finish working through his assignment. By the time you're finished explaining his mishap in the last problem, he's got a headache, and you're on your second plate of fries.

"You got that?"

"Yeah."

"Tre?" You wince at the sigh escaping his lips. "You don't sound too convincing. Do you need me to explain it again?"

You look up to find him watching you. His brow furrowed.

"What do you think of Prescott?" Trevante asks.

Your brow furrows as you concentrate on finishing the remainder of your shake.

"Prescott? As in William Prescott? The quarterback?"

"Yeah."

You attempt to read his expression, but whatever is on Trevante's mind, he isn't giving much away.

"He's...nice? I don't know, Tre," You laugh. "I don't know him. I mean, he's spoken to me maybe...three times. Each of those times is because I'm with you."

William Prescott was hard to ignore. Even if you weren't acquainted with him, it was impossible not to know who William was. His father was mayor, his mother, a member of the school board. Not to mention William was captain and quarterback of your school's football team. You share two classes with William. The fact you tend to sit in the front, and him in the back, making it difficult for him to talk to you. You can't even remember the last time he looked in your direction, let alone acknowledged you.

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna try and ask you out."

Your eyes roll as you uncap the highlighter in your hand.

"Right." You snort.

Concentrating on highlighting the formula before you, you glance up when you realize nothing else has been said.

"He asked me if you were seeing anyone," Trevante responds, his expression unreadable.

"And? What'd you tell him?" You ask the urgency in your voice, causing Trevante's eyes to roll.

He shrugs.

"I said not that I know of."

You let his words sink in, your brow furrowing. You're not sure what to say to that. If there was anyone who knew about what was going in your life, it was him.

"Okay..."

"I mean...I told him you weren't really looking for him. I figured he wasn't really your type. He's the quarterback, and you're..."

You wait for him to finish, but he doesn't.

"I guess you're the only exception to my newfound hatred for jocks?"

Lifting his arm, Trevante didn't bother responding as you gathered up your belongings before heading to the door.

two weeks later.

You keep your hands out before you. With your palms an inch away from the vent, you struggle to keep your entire body from trembling. Your dress is clinging to your wet body, the fabric's weight adding to the uncomfortable sensation on your skin. The air pumping through the ten-year-old jeep is a struggle on a good day. Paired with pouring rain on a chilly October night, it seemed the old vehicle wasn't going to be up to the task.

The rustling alongside you isn't enough for you to open your eyes, or move away from the slowly heating vents.

Trevante continues rustling through his gym bag. He is in search of an extra set of clothes. The spur of the moment thunderstorm that had erupted at the end of the game left everyone unprepared. You were in the stands, only really attending to cheer on your best friend, so you hadn't brought an extra pair of clothes. With the downpour, exiting the stands was a disaster. You didn't want to twist your ankle running down the slick foundation. By the time you made it through the gates of the field, you had to trek up the hill to the parking lot. You had struggled against the crowd to reach Trevante's jeep. By the time he'd met you in the parking lot, you were soaked to the bone.

After retrieving his shirt, Trevante grabs his letterman jacket for good measure.

"All right," he huffs as he tosses his duffle into the back. "This is all I've got."

Tugging the wet dress over your head, you toss it into the backseat before gladly accepting the longsleeved shirt.

The initial stripping off your clothes left Trevante frozen. In his haste, he hadn't considered the idea you might have to undress to get warm. His eyes had widened, his gaze instinctively drifting down your chest to the light pink bra you wore. He pauses to admire how the light fabric contrasts against your skin. You are too busy struggling to tug the shirt over your head to notice. Clearing his throat, Trevante shifts in his seat before focusing on adjusting the radio.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming," you mumble as you slip your arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

"You can use my jacket." Stealing a second glance in your direction, Trevante felt his shoulders relax once it became apparent you were decently covered. "It wasn't like you were doing anything anyway."

Shoving your arms through the sleeves of the jacket, you can't deny him a smile as a warmth passes over your body. The fabric is thick, capturing his scent. It feels as though its nearly twice your size.

"I was because, believe it or not; my world does not revolve around you, Rhodes."

"Right," he scoffs. "It's just boring when I'm not around."

Trevante glances apprehensively in your direction.

"So…" You wait for his sentence to be completed. When he doesn't speak, you glance across the car to find his thumb tapping against the steering wheel. "Will Prescott?"

A heat flushes over your skin at the mention of his name.

A light shrug rolls off your shoulder, your gaze diverting. "What about Will?"

"You're going out with him next week."

"Sounds like you already know the answer to that," you mumble.

The laugh that fills the car brings the heat to your face.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Trevante shakes his head before shifting the car into reverse.

You reach forward pushing it back into park.

"No, hold up. What?"

He looks at you for a moment before releasing a deep breath.

"It's just...he's kind of a player."

"William Prescott, a player?" Now it's your turn to scoff. "He's the captain of the football team-"

"That should tell you-"

"Oh, so does that extend to you?"

Trevante smiles, motioning for you to finish your sentence.

"Besides, you didn't even let me finish. Will's the second smartest kid in our class, and I know that because I'm the smartest. He's the poster child of our town. You can't be a poster child, slutting it up without everyone knowing. I haven't seen him date anyone since freshman year."

"Yeah you're right...must just be locker room talk." Resting his head back against his seat, Trevante runs his hand over his face. "What'd you wanna ask me?"

Suddenly your motives for attending the game seemed stupid. You'd texted Tre before the game, asking if he could give you a ride home.

"I need a favor." Your text had read, followed by "A big one. However, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever."

"Depends on how many laws we break," he'd responded.

"It's…" Your voice tapers off as you concentrate on the working windshield wipers. "A terrible idea."

"A bad as you picking William Prescott over me?"

When his teasing isn't enough to make you smile, Trevante sits up.

"I'm not a cheerleader, Tre. I don't have guys lining up after me like girls do you. I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy I barely know."

"Look, Y/N, I was fucking around about Will. He's not that bad. Pretentious, but not a complete dick…" Trevante's eyes widen. "You want me to…"

Suddenly the idea sounds stupid, and you're backpedaling.

"It's just I mean, he's the quarterback. Also, I know guys talk and-can't you tell when someone's like inexperienced with that kind of stuff? I don't want that being the only thing he thinks about when he's kissing me-and then he goes back and tells everyone during "locker room talk." Next thing I know, the school newspaper will be publishing that I'm a virgin-"

"Whoa-chill," he chuckles, the smile on his face stopping you in your tracks. "Okay?"

You nod. Your gaze drops to your hands. You're almost sure the heat burning your cheeks is visible to him.

You reluctantly look at Trevante as his touch finds your chin.

His lips press against yours, pulling your eyes closed. It takes a moment for your body to respond. By the time your brain processes what is happening, his lips are gone. His eyes are on you.

"Relax, y/n." He chuckles, his tongue passing over his lips at the sight of the range of emotions flickering across your face. He gently brushes his thumb along the curve of your jaw. "I'm not looking to break your heart. It's just a kiss."

"Just a kiss. Right."

You nod, but the action only causes Trevante to laugh for a second time. He knows the wheels are churning in your head. That, just like every aspect in life, you are beginning to overthink.

"Relax."

"Easy for you to say, Cassanova. Besides I am-"

A squeal comes out mangled with a gasp as his hands find waist and he's pulling against you. He's lifting you into the passenger seat and resting you against his lap. Your hands find his shoulders, the urge to push some space between you the first thought that crosses your mind.

There isn't much space you can put between the two of you with the steering wheel behind you.

You blink. Meeting Trevante's gaze, you feel the pulse of your heart skyrocketed as his hands move from your waist to your lower back.

Sensing your tension, Trevante smiles softly.

"I'll let you take the lead. I know you're big on learning on your own."

Suddenly you're aware of your surroundings.

The smell of rain against your skin. The soap from his rushed shower. The tap of the rain against the window, and roof of the car. The feel of his jeans against your thighs. The sensation that rushes across your skin with each shift of his jeans against your skin when you move. The muscles of his shoulders beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. The slight spike of his heartbeat as your touch drifts to his chest. The rise and fall of his chest as he takes a deep breath as he waits for you to kiss him.

Relax, Y/N. It's just a kiss.

When you blink, and your eyes lift to meet his, you find Trevante's gaze on yours. A tiny smile is on his lips, his head resting against the headrest. The sense of calm that seems to cover you from head to toe stems from the steadiness of his heart against your palm. His thumbs gently massage the outside of your thighs.

The sight of his growing smile causes one to spread across your lips in response. With a slight shake of your head, you place your hands along either side of his neck and lean in to kiss him.

His grip tightens around your waist, shifting your body forward so that you straddle him. Trevante's fingers are in your hair, keeping your lips pressed against his. The desire to feel as much of you as he can eliminate any remaining space between the two of you. Neither of you can keep track of who does what first. Who's tongue brushes against who's lips first, who's hands start to wander first, who's giggle melts into a groan as your hips shift instinctively against his.

Time seems to fall away as quickly as the rain.

His lips linger along the curve of your neck. The pain that had pulled a gasp of irritation from you, a few seconds prior, has been replaced by a much more addictive sensation. The kind that sends a shiver down your spine and digs your fingers into his shoulders. Your hips instinctively shift against his as the coolness of his breath fans the sensitive bruise forming against your skin. His lips press a kiss against the bruise, retracing their steps until they’re pressing against your lips suppressing your giggles.

The tap that echoes off the walls of the jeep causes you to jump. Your back pressed against the steering wheel, your heart skipping a beat as the horn fills the air. Trevante’s hands instinctively grip your waist, pulling you forward, steadying your body. He winces as your weight shifts, your hand pressing against his chest.

Through the damp window, you can make out a single figure. As if that isn’t enough to scare you, you realize the figure is surrounded by something much more frightening than a peeping Tom. The blending of red and blue lights flooding the car distorts the figure. A second tap, with the butt of the flashlight, against the glass follows.

“Don’t-” you catch Trevante’s wrist as he reaches to roll down the window.

“What? You think they’re gonna go away? We can’t exactly say we didn’t know they were there.”

The rain has stopped, leaving just the chilly October night air. You shiver against Trevante as he rolls the window down. There’s no point in climbing into the passenger seat, moving would only draw more attention to your current situation. Your face turns towards the passenger seat, Trevante’s hand lifting to shield his eyes as the flashlight floods the driver side.

Trevante blinks, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light residing on his face. His grip painfully tightens around your waist, his fingers attempting to send you a message, once he realizes who’s on the other end of the flashlight.

Your heart jumps into your throat as a man’s voice floats through the window.

“Game’s over Tre,” came a familiar voice. “You kids need to go ahead and clear out the lot. Take this somewhere else…Preferably with a condom, and off school grounds.”

Trevante nods quicker than intended. He clears his throat, his mind torn between focusing on hiding the fact you were half-naked in his lap and wrapping up the conversation so that he could roll up the window.

“Yes, sir.” He stammers, his weak smile arching the cop’s brow. “We’re – uh, we were actually getting ready to go grab some food. Kinda just lost track of time. But uh – we’ll go now. Sorry for the trouble.”

Trevante moves to roll up the window, but pauses as the officer rest his hand against the door. Cutting off the flashlight, he reaches in to clap Trevante on the shoulder.

“That was one hell of a game, kid” the cop whistled. “You’ve got some speed, son. Those boys from Eastside didn’t know what to do with yo-”

You grip your eyes shut as your father’s words come to an abrupt halt. His gaze lingers on the backseat, Tre’s eyes drifting shut once he remembers what’s in the back. Discarded in haste, your dress rested on top of his gym bag. The same dress your father had zipped for you this morning before you gave him a kiss and ran to catch the bus. You don’t have to turn and face to him to know that your dad’s shooting daggers into Trevante.

A shiver runs through your body as the door is yanked open flooding the jeep with the night air.

Pain shoots through your arm.

You wince as your dad’s grip tightens as he tugs you out the car. Your stomach flutters as nearly fall face forward towards the ground. Your dad pauses long enough to ensure both of your feet have planted before heading towards the awaiting squad car. You stumble forward as you struggle to match his much longer strides to prevent from tripping.

The initial shock is what allowed him to get you halfway to the squad car. But once you notice Ramos, his much younger partner hesitantly shrugging off the squad car, your heels dig into the ground.

“Dad, you’re hurting my arm –” You yank your arm back, the force causing your father’s grip to tighten. For a brief moment you both pause. The adrenaline from just a few moments before seems to have kicked into high gear as you meet your father’s gaze. “I can walk myself to the car.”

Trevante is already out of his jeep, partially afraid he might be drug out next. He watches you storm off to the car and takes a step in your direction. The more rational part of his brain tells him he should get back into his jeep and head home before your dad’s gun is out of its holster.

“Sir, I promise you, it’s not what it looks like-”

"Get your ass in the car, Tre."

It's not until you've slid into the back of the squad car, slamming the door as hard as you can for good measure, that Trevante realizes he was meant to join you.

Trevante hesitates. Pointing over his shoulder, he takes a step back towards the security of his jeep.

"Uh-my pop's will flip if I don't bring the car home."

"Don't worry about that," your dad smiles as he pauses to clap his hand on Trevante's shoulder. His grip digs into Trevante's skin, causing the young man to wince. "I'll explain it to him when I drop you off."

Once your dad is seated in the driver's seat, you lean forward, your fingers pressed against the grate.

"You're not going to let Ramos cuff me? Take me down to the station to prove a point?"

Your dad doesn't speak to you. Instead, he lifts his radio and shares that he's dropping two teenagers off at home.

In fact, he doesn't speak to anyone for the fifteen car ride home. He pulls up to the curb in front of your house and comes to a stop. You get out. You hop back as the squad car takes off. Driving past Trevante’s house, it does a quick U turn before speeding out of the neighborhood.

You take the front steps two at a time, not bothering to check if the door closes fully behind you. The last thing you need is for your mom to see you. You head straight to the shower, locking the door, and hoping no one will bother speaking to you. But as you cut off the light and head to your room, you know that is impossible.

You enter your room to find your mom seated on top of your bed, patiently waiting for you.

Your shoulders tense, your body bracing for the screams. But, your mom surprises you by quietly asking.

"Are you okay?"

"It's embarrassing. I wasn't doing anything-"

"That's not what your father told me." She interjects, your face falling into your hands. "He said you and Tre were...closer than usual."

You find yourself wondering if your father had recounted precisely how he'd found you.

"It was a kiss," you sigh. "Nothing else -- We didn't do anything else. We weren't going to."

"We're not surprised, sweetheart." Your mother's response causes you to blink in confusion. She was not lecturing you. She was using this opportunity to have yet another sex talk. "I mean -- your father is pretty surprised. But your father and I have had this conversation already. The two of you spend an awful amount of time together. You and Trevante have been friends for a while. You're both growing older, and your bodies are changing. He's noticing how your body's changing. You're noticing his-"

"Mom-"

"Your hormones are through the roof, your body might feel like it's hypersensitive around him. That's normal. You find yourself wondering if sex is as good as it looks on tv--"

"I don't need the sex talk again." You groan as you cross the room. Taking a seat beside her, you pick up your pillow before laying back. “And, what is it with you and hormones? This is the second time this week you’ve brought them up.”

Your mom doesn't quite believe you. "A mother’s intuition. The last time we had the sex talk, honey, you were a freshman. You weren't thinking about boys-"

"And I'm really not now," you mumble from beneath the pillow covering your face.

"Take that off."

You groan.

Doing as she says you allow her to tug against your hands pulling you up. Sitting against the headboard, you tuck your knees into your chest.

"Kissing can feel good. But it often leads to something more serious. I'm not as naive as your father. You can't stay a little girl forever. I just don't want you rushing into something you're not ready for. Or at least not with a clear head."

"Mom, I wanted to get my first kiss over with. So I'm not the only girl in the entire junior class that has never been kissed. Tre just did it as a friend. Nothing is going on between us. We're still best friends."

Your mom is silent for a moment. You feel nervous as her gaze studies your eyes before leaving your face. It feels like with just a look, she can visualize every moment from before, and what is to come. Heat races across your skin as you think of Trevante's lips against yours. It rushes to your thighs as her eyes find your neck. The place where his lips showed you that kisses didn't have to be on your lips to feel amazing. The place where your flesh was tender, bruised.

"Best friends still need to understand the importance of condoms." She smiles as your brows raise. You're not sure how you didn't notice it before, but she lifts the box of condoms from her lap. "You can't depend on a guy to have one. In fact, most will try and say you don't need them."

Noting your wide eyes, she says quietly. "It'll give your father more peace of mind if he knows you have these. Even if you're not planning on using them."

You take the box, tossing it towards the chair in the corner.

She gets up pausing long enough to press a kiss against your forehead.

"I think it might be best if Tre doesn't stop by for a while. At least until your father can cool down."

"Fine," you huff.

"Night sweetie."

You watch the door close behind her, listening to her retreat to her room. A few moments later, you hear her speaking to your father through the phone.

You get up, crossing the room. You retrieve the previously discarded box of condoms. Opening the top drawer putting the box of condoms inside. You're about to close it when you stop to rearrange the clothes inside. You cover the box from your sight. Pushing the drawer shut you take a deep breath.

You study your reflection in the mirror. You swollen lips, wide eyes. The bruise on your neck. You realize it won't be easy to hide it in tomorrow's heat. When you cross the room, you pause by the window. You realize Tre's curtains are open. The light in his room is on. From your windows, you can see directly into each other's bedroom.

No matter how many times you've shared this tidbit, Trevante doesn't seem to utilize the blinds. You tend to keep your blinds shut in the morning and after his return home from practice. Accidently spotting him walking around his room, stark naked in the eighth grade has made you overly cautious.

You are in the process of untying the string holding back your curtains when you realize he's moved in front of the window. From what you can tell, your father hasn’t done any physical damage to him.

Trevante tugs his shirt over his head lazily tossing it in the direction of his hamper. He pauses to release the breath he was holding. As he turns towards the window, you take a step to the side. Your breath hitches in your throat as you bump your elbow. 

He waits a moment. The light flooding from your bedroom making him hopeful you’ll check to see if he’s home. But you never do.

 two and a half years ago. (gif)

Catching my breath, pounding my chest

I’m loving you less, I need to confess.

What is it about firsts that the human brain loves so much?

It seems as though we always remember our firsts.

Our first kiss, the first time we heard our favorite song. The first time we felt an inkling of true love. We can remember everything down to what we were wearing, how fast our heart was beating, the weather. Everything. Down to the smallest of details.

When you're in love, being able to remember all of your firsts is a beautiful thing.

What about when you're no longer in love? When only one of you is still in love?

Suddenly, your firsts are different.

You begin to remember the first time you notice his lips felt different against yours. The first time his hand stops pressing against your lower back as he passes you in the kitchen for his morning coffee. The first time he stops whispering how beautiful you look when stealing a second kiss.

You remember the first time his phone lights up, illuminating the bedroom ceiling when he thinks you've dozed off. The first time he calls to tell you he's working late, so there's no need to postpone dinner. The first time dates that once seemed important only seem important when he is reminded of their significance. You even remember the first time you gave up on sending him reminders.

Most importantly, you remember the first time he tells you he isn't in love with you anymore.

It had come in your favorite restaurant: The Gold Eagle. William always took you there when he had news to share whether it be a promotion, the winning of a case, or when he wanted to renew your vows.

You weren't expecting any news in particular when he asked you to book a babysitter for Colby. Certainly not the end of your marriage.

The words had come abruptly -- or maybe it seemed abrupt to you.

How else would can you describe the shift in conversation from plans for your son's birthday party to not being in love anymore?

Abrupt. It is the only way to describe it.

When he'd first spoke the words, you didn't respond. Will had thought you hadn't heard him. Under the music and laughter surrounding you, he couldn't be too sure.

Will cleared his throat, shifting in his chair as he paused the action of cutting his steak.

"Did you hear me?" He'd asked. His brows knit together as he studied your face for any sign of acknowledgment. "Y/N."

You had heard him. Loud and clear.

Your mind concentrated on his word choice. It was meticulous.  There was a time when you loved that Will spoke that way. He never strung people along, or beat around the bush. He always told the truth, sparing someone's feelings came second.

You always knew where he stood, or so you thought.

"I don't love you anymore." Those were the five words that had come out of his mouth.

He hadn't said, "I'm falling out of love with you." He wasn't giving you a warning as to what might come. He was careful with his words because he knew you. He knew you were hoping he hadn't made his mind up. He wanted you to understand that there was no room for repairing.

There was a tiny part of you that was not shocked. That little voice, in the back of your mind, that has been whispering to you the last year. The tiny voice that has been telling you to trust your gut each time you doubted Will.

Reaching forward, you picked up the wine glass before you. Will's eyes observed as you downed the red contents of the entire glass.

He wiped at his mouth, his jaw tightening as you reach across the table for his untouched glass. He doesn't bother objecting as you down the entire glass of wine. He subtly waved off the young waiter approaching with a fresh bottle in his hand.

Will cleared his throat, sitting up in his seat.

"I've already drawn up an agreement. I believe you'll find that it takes both you and Colby into consideration."

He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He produced a white envelope.

"William-," you gasp, the air in your lungs escaping you for a moment.

For a brief second, the sound halts his passing of the envelope. He watched the welling of your eyes. His throat clenched as he tried to swallow.

"I don't want to fight you for anything. I told my lawyer that the money's not an issue."

"The money you got because I stayed home with your son? The money you earned being able to show up at all hours at the drop of your boss's hat because I put off getting my masters and furthering my career? Now you’re kicking me and your son out of my house --"

"I told my lawyer that the money's not an issue." He repeated. "I have opted to split it all, 50/50. I'll pay a set amount the first of each month. It will be enough to keep you and Colby comfortable. It will cover his tuition-"

"What do you want me to fix?" Your question had come out softly. The raised question pulled Will's eyes from the envelope. "I'll do anything you want. I'll-Please do not break up our family."

William knew this would happen. He knew that letting you down wouldn't be easy, no matter how much he tried. That is why he can't meet your eye as your plea hangs in the air. He can't watch you cry, his gaze returning to the envelope before him. The tears which blurred your vision are his one weakness.

As he watched you wipe at your eyes, Will found his confidence slipping away. He leaned forward and placed the envelope in the center of the table. He needed to present his out, needed to make the break clean. There was one piece of information he knew would make you take your previous plea back.

"She's pregnant," Will continued as you concentrated on finishing the wine in your glass. It takes a moment for his words to sink in. You blink, meeting his gaze. "She wants to keep it, and...so do I."

Suddenly, everything made sense — Will's insistence on hiring a  babysitter. There was a reason you were having dinner in a public place as opposed to the privacy of your dining room.

Will didn't want you to cause a scene, or at least knew you wouldn't. Not here.

"We can't have another kid right now, baby." You recited, the words halting his movements. "I'm swamped at the office. They're finally giving me a shot. I wouldn't want to leave you at home taking care of two kids just as I'm getting a break in my career."

Will shook his head. "I...It hasn't been right between us for months, Y/N. What's the point of staying together if we're drifting apart? Please don't say we need to stay together for Colby. I'm not leaving my son. But kids pick up on shit. No matter how good we are at faking it in front of him."

"Come on, y/n," he sighed as you glanced over your shoulder in search of your waiter. When you spotted the young man, you lifted your empty wine glass in the air. Will continued speaking the feeling he was digging himself into a deeper hole heavy against his chest. "This isn't a surprise to either of us-"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," you scoffed as you watched your hesitant waiter arrive. Sensing the tension between you and your husband, the young man quickly attempted to uncork the fresh bottle of wine. "I wasn't aware that my husband was fucking someone else while he was also fucking me-"

"Alexis and I-"

William watched your movements freeze.

The mentioning of the young paralegal's name seemed to break through the haze that had started forming on your mind.

"Could you be even more cliche? You fucked the office's teenybopper paralegal? And you got her pregnant? You could have just used a condom."

For a moment, William didn't react. He watched the range of emotions wash over your face. The frustration that morphs into disappointment. The resolution that forms as you reached forward taking the bottle of wine from the hands of the struggling waiter.

"He'll pay for it."

You removed the napkin from your lap, sitting it on the table. You picked up the envelope and shoved it into your purse. You're halfway to the door by the time Will can take out his wallet and pay.

The cold air hit you hard. The intake of fresh air causing your head to swirl. The burn of your chest and rush of your heart made the task of retrieving your valet ticket from your purse difficult.  

Once you found the ticket, you turned. The wind was knocked out of you as ran into a solid barrier.

"Whoa. You okay?"

Trevante caught his breath, his hands instinctively finding your waist to keep you from falling back.

You looked up at him, the recognization on his face causing his brow to furrow.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hands instinctively pushing against his chest.

The look on your face caused Trevante to ignore your request of space; his gaze drifted over your shoulder in search of an explanation.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, the warmth of his hands finding your cheeks. His grip was firm, forcing you to stop your attempt to turn your face away.

You shook your head; your eyes gripped closed.

"I can't see you right now. You of all people. I cannot handle seeing you right now."

"Are you okay?"

Will's grip found your right elbow, his touch seeming to snap you out of it. Wiping at your eyes, you allowed him to guide your body closer to his.

"It's all good, man," Will smiled as he watched Trevante reach out to take your left hand.

"You sure?"

With one look, William knew he was not the one the question was directed to.

His weight shifted forward as Trevante takes in the scrunching of your nose. He knows the action very well. He knew that the silent breaths you take are an attempt to stop the tears in your eyes from spilling over.  But you also won't meet his gaze.

"Yeah, look, man. Y/N just had too much wine." Will chuckled as he retrieved the bottle from your hand. "I figured it'd be best she finished this one at home. You know how she is. Could never keep up with the guys."

You wrapped your arms around your waist, your eyes remaining on the ground before you as Will draped your jacket over your shoulders. You nod.

"I'm fine. Just ready to go home."

Trevante was thrown by how fast your entire demeanor had changed before his eyes. The tears were gone, along with the shaking of your voice. He almost thought he'd imagined it.

Before Trevante could respond, Will had led you back towards the valet. He helped you into the passenger seat, pausing long enough to give Trevante a wave before walking around the back of the car and getting into the driver's seat.

2019: this morning.

Concentrating on your son, you smile as Colby absentmindedly toys with the phone in his hand.

The headphones resting over his curls, obstruct any sound or conversations you don't want him to hear. After your reunion, he'd climbed into your lap to watch an episode of  Teen Titans.

You're both seated outside of the courtroom, patiently awaiting your turn. The clock on the wall, states you have five more minutes until your lives officially change.

They have changed steadily over the past few months, more noticeably for you than Colby. It took a while for him to understand that his dad was no longer living with you. William tried to stay present. He saw Colby more than you initially thought he would. The two of you alternate pickups and drop-offs at school. William stops by to share dinner with the two of you on Sundays, taking Colby to eat with him and Alexis twice a week.

When he's feeling up to it, Colby spends a week with his father. Usually, he opts for weekends. He hasn't warmed up to Alexis yet. Or their daughter.

Today is the first time you've physically held your son in two weeks. William had taken him to Atlanta to visit his parents for their wedding anniversary at the start of summer break.

"Thanks for letting me take him."

Instinctively, your eyes leave your Colby to find Alexis.

She is waiting beside William's lawyer, by the courtroom doors. She is cradling their daughter, Lola, in her arms. Although William's lawyer is speaking to her, Alexis's attention is focused on you.

"He is your son."

"I know, Y/N." William takes a deep breath. He releases it before adding. "I know two weeks is a long time, and you didn't want him to go...so thanks. It meant a lot to my parents."

You nod before looking in his direction.

"I'm shocked Alexis didn't show up with balloons, streamers, a "bride to be" sash, save the date cards...a marriage license for the judge to sign after she notarizes the divorce decree."

Your words harden William's jaw, his gaze sinking to his lap.

"We haven't spoken much about it," he breathes, but the wiping of his palms against his pants legs begs to differ. "We're still trying to settle in with Lola."

"But you have talked about it."

"She wants it to happen sooner than later."

"Well, you can come back here tomorrow and make it official. As of today, you are officially free of me, Mr. Prescott."

Most of the court proceedings are a blur — stipulations, and compromises going in one ear and out the other.

You didn't need to focus in on the words. You'd memorized that divorce agreement front to back. It's impossible not to when you've found yourself crying over it as many times as you have the past few months.

Many of those tear-filled nights, when you'd settled for a glass of wine over blowing William's brains out, you'd thought of calling your lawyer. She and everyone who learned the details of your split urged you to file under claims of adultery. It could increase the amount of child support and alimony, but it wouldn't give you any satisfaction. Your mother didn't care about satisfaction. She wanted you to hit William where it hurt, or at least where it would hurt Alexis the most, in his pocket. But you didn't.

It when you are having a lasting doubt about your decision when a slight nudge comes to your side.

Looking up, you find the judge's expectant gaze on you.

"Mrs. Prescott, would you like to keep your last name?" She asked for a second time. "You have the option of remaining a Prescott, or returning your legal name to that of your maiden."

"Um..." Alexis's brows shoot up at the hesitation. She leans over, whispering to William. He looks away from you long enough to respond to her. Keeping his last name had never crossed your mind, for more than a few brief seconds. It always seemed unimportant compared to ensuring you were financially stable for Colby. "I would like to keep it, your honor. It's the same as my son's."

William nods, his reaction falling on the opposite end of the spectrum when compared to Alexis's.

"Mrs. Prescott will keep her legal name," the judge noted. "As of today, upon the signing of the presented documentation, from both parties, your divorce will be finalized."

William meets your gaze. His fingers gently ruffle Colby's hair. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss against your son’s forehead. He finds himself reaching out to wrap his arm around you, his arm giving you a gentle squeeze. He accepts the pen offered to him by his lawyer. William’s hesitation catches the attention of his fiance, but not yours as you place a kiss against Colby’s cheek.

"To new beginnings," his lawyer smiles, squeezing William's shoulder. The pressure a mixture of reassurance and urge causing WIlliam to remove the cap before leaning over the document. 

"Yeah...new beginnings."

2019: later on in the day. (gif)

"Do I have to wear this?"

Tugging against the collar of his shirt, Colby attempts to undo the top button. The light green polo button-down was one of the many gifts found in Colby's suitcase, courtesy of William's parents. Each time he visits them, they send him home with an entirely new wardrobe.

He needs to start dressing like a young man, Y/N. William's mother would always say.

"Yes," you sigh. Taking a step forward, you ring the doorbell for a second time before moving back to stand alongside your son.

"Daddy's always making me dress like this," Colby huffs, giving the collar another tug. "I hate dressing like this."

"It's because you look so handsome," you gently tease. "If I unbutton it, will you feel better?"

Nodding, Colby allows a grin to slide across his face as you kneel down before him. Undoing the top button you watch him release a dramatic sigh of relief.

"Hold on, let me get my glasses. I believe my eyes are deceiving me. Y/N Prescott?" Stepping onto the front porch, Trevante's father joking adjusted the frames resting on his nose. "I can't remember the last time that husband of yours let you come down to this part of town. Last time I saw you, you definitely weren't this tall, little man. How are you, Colby?"

"Good, sir. Thank you for asking." Bouncing his weight against his heels, Colby pauses long enough to shake the hand offered to him. He attempts to take a step inside in search of the children's laughter from inside the house. But you catch his shoulder causing him to stay put.

Mr. Rhodes looks over your shoulder, his gaze scanning the street.

"Speaking of husband's, where's yours? I wish I could say I've forgotten what he looks like, but his face is all over town now that he's made partner at that law firm. What is called now?"

"He couldn't make it." Offering up the platter of brownies in your hand, you feel your shoulders relax as his attention shifts to the snacks. "I made your favorite."

Lifting the lid, Mr. Rhodes sneaks a brownie out.

"Go ahead and takes those in, sweetheart. You know the way. Let's not tell, the misses that I had one."

"Your secret's safe with me."

You keep your free hand on Colby's head as you make your way inside. He knows he must stay at your side until he delivers the gift for Trevante's mom.

With each step, you find you're surprised how familiar the house feels despite the number of years since your last visit.

The music blasting outside is muffled by the shut screen door leading to the back yard, and the laughter and voices coming from the kitchen.

Nearly all of the wives and mothers from the neighborhood are in the kitchen, ducking under and stepping around one another as they balance different plates and bowls. You remain off to the side, suddenly feeling out of place.

Trevante's mother spots Colby first, her squeal of excitement pulling a shy grin from your son.

"Colby Andrew Prescott, my angel!" Scooping him up, she quickly places a kiss against his cheek before stopping to give his face a good once over. "You have gotten so big! And so handsome, just like your father. I've missed you. Both of you!"

Pulling you into a tight hug, his mother places a quick kiss against your cheek.

"Can you be an angel, and take these out to Tre? We're running behind with the food."

Before you can respond, Trevante's mother has replaced the platter of brownies with a plate stacked high with hamburger patties.

She gives you a gentle push towards the back yard, leaving you no room for opposition.

When you'd gotten the call from her, a few days prior, you thought it was a mistake. Trevante was coming home, and she was inviting everyone in the neighboorhood to stop by the house. Your initial plan had been to not show. It wasn't as though the two of you were that close anymore. Surely no one would notice if you didn't attend.

Maybe that's why you pause in the doorway when you spot him across the deck.

He's peppering playful kisses against the cheeks of his niece. Her giggles fill the air as he catches her fingers before her lips before pressing a final kiss against her forehead.

Placing her down, Trevante picked up the tongs before removing the hot dogs from the grill.

"Can I have two of those?" Colby asks as he stops at your side.

"You can have as many as you want," Trevante chuckles as he takes a step in your direction. "Man, you've gotten big, kid."

Colby nods, his smile growing as he tilts his head back for a better look at Trevante.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me."

Smiling, Trevante squats down before Colby.

"How old are you now? Five?"

"No!" Colby's laughter fills the air as he rolls his eyes. "I'm eight. I turn nine in fourteen days."

"Fourteen, huh? I better start looking for a gift."

Colby's eyes widen at the offer, his head tilting back to meet your gaze. "My momma has the list...if you need help."

"Alright. I'll get a copy. Up top." Trevante winces as their palms collide, shaking his hand out. "Take it easy on me, lil' man. I'm not as strong as you anymore. How 'bout you go play for a bit. Work up that appetite?"

Lightly ruffling his hair, you watch as Colby takes off the yard towards the other kids. Your focus remains on him for a moment. When you look back to Trevante, you find his gaze on you.

He accepts the plate of patties you offer him, his gaze remaining on your face causing you to redirect your attention.

He knows the source of your gaze's redirection is him, but he doesn't look away. He finds his mind picking up on the visible changes you present. It seems now that you're in one another's presence, it occurs to Trevante the last time you were this close to him was two and a half years ago.

Placing the plate aside, he reaches into the nearby cooler.

"Want a beer?"

"Uh, no, thank you." You look up, watching as he twists the cap off of his bottle before taking a sip. "I'm Colby's designated driver. We're going to get ice cream later, so...lemonade for me..."

The heat on your skin causes you to point over your shoulder. "I'm actually supposed to help your mom. So, I'll see you later -- when I come back for the burgers."

"Okay." Trevante smiles. The passing of his eyes over you for a second time causes you to take a step back. "Look, don't be stranger. I don't want another two years to pass before you give me more than five words."

You nod. It takes you a moment to realize you haven't spoken. When you do, you manage an, "Okay."

There is a silence that rests between the two of you for a brief second.

"Just uh...come find me. Colby and I are at my parent's old house."

Trevante nods, his brow furrowing as his eyes linger on your bare ring finger.

"I know the one."

Turning, you start back towards the house but pause as you near the door.

Biting your lip, you release the breath weighing against your chest.

"Tre." At the sound of his name, Trevante glances back. You wait until he turns to face you to speak. Your gaze falls to your shoes. "What did my dad say to you that night?"

It was a question you found yourself pondering more frequently as of late. One you'd never mustered the courage to ask when the first shift in your relationship occurred.

His silence makes you think he's having trouble remembering what night you're speaking of. You had nineteen years worth of consecutive nights spent together to catalog.

When you look up, you find his gaze is across the yard. A soft smile is on his lips. Lifting his beer to his lips, Trevante takes a sip before taking a step back.

He meets your gaze before smiling, "these should be done in about twelve."

Taking a second step back, he turns and focuses on laying out the fresh patties across the grill.

..... to be continued .......

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❝ therefore i am ❞

A/N: if you want to know what's going on in my personal life, read my past couple posts. i'm not going to go to much into it but i'm back. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ chapter summary: the president’s daughter deals with the aftermath of the club. michael becomes unrecognizable.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!OC, Rome Flynn x Fem!OC, Damson Idris x Fem!OC. Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: angst, 18+ black!writer, language, torture, blood, hostages, fighting, threatening, weapons, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression, lmk if i missed something.

series masterlist ✰ faceclaims ✰ libby's cabinet ✰ spotify playlist ⋆ word count: 6.4k ⋆

I’m never drinking again.

The pounding in my head makes me feel like a military missel just rocketed itself into my temple. I groan, wincing slightly at the raw sensation in my throat. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft light from the sunrise.

I look at the clock to the right of my nightstand and I am happy to see it’s only 4 a.m. I typically have weekends off from President’s Daughter duty, so I’m grateful for the extra time to sleep in.

I don’t even remember getting up here if I'm honest. Deciding to deal with it later, I slowly shift in the bed. I allow my eyes to close again, flipping to the other side. I sigh, trying to get comfortable when the nausea kicks in.

I inhale a sharp deep breath when I feel a warm hand creeping under my shirt. I moan and melt into the soft circles being rubbed into my back by the physical heating pad. Wait, did I go home with someone? 

My body immediately fills with panic thinking about the possibility of a stranger being in my bed. I almost scream when I pry my eyes open and see a sleepy Meredith peering back at me. 

My eyes widen and my breathing quickens. I mean, I’m into girls and guys, so it’s plausible we hooked up. “Did we?” I ask, nervous to lift the blankets to see the state of my clothing.

“No,” Meredith sighs, returning her hand to its place on my back.

I groan, shifting in Meredith's hold. “What the fuck happened?” I whisper, burrowing my face deeper into her armpit.

“That prick Teddy roofied you. Apparently, he and Vanessa had a bet. She’s definitely not hanging with us anymore. You don’t remember anything?” Meredith inquires, continuing to rub my back.

I inhale a sharp breath. “No, but I feel fine.” Then, I exhale, pushing on the mattress to sit up. I rub my eyes, attempting to clear the sleep out of them. “How did we get here?” I ask the blonde.

“Michael came to tell us you were leaving and I was ready to be done but Kendall wanted to go hook up with someone,” Meredith pauses and I grimace, attempting to shove the bile down my throat. “Vanessa wanted to stay so I left my guards with them, figuring Michael would keep the two of us safe,” she continues.

I pat the bed for my phone and sure enough, when I find it, it’s dead. “And then, get this. It’s the best part. He made me hold you in position while he shoved his fingers down your throat. You ate a lot tonight, girlie,” the events of the night flow into my eardrums through Meredith’s excellent storytelling.

“Wait,” I pause Meredith mid-story, “He didn’t tell you I was roofied until we were gone?” I ask, quite frankly confused as fuck.

I lift the blankets off of me, sliding out of the bed. Picking up my robe from the footboard bench, I shrug it onto my body. “Mmhm, said something about taking care of it himself,” I hear Meredith murmur.

When the words register, the blood drains from my body. “Oh, no. Mer,” I curse, quietly.

My body slowly turns around in an attempt to keep myself calm. “What?” Meredith tilts her head and asks.

I put my hands out on the duvet in front of me, leaning into the mattress. “Did you tell him about Vanessa and Teddy?” I ask Meredith. Hopefully, she didn’t and Michael is in the next room asleep. If she did, the worst-case scenario is he’s already killed them.

A puzzled look washes over Meredith's face and she looks up at the ceiling as if the answer is up there. “Yeah, he wouldn’t stop asking questions on the way back,” she tells me and my world shatters. “Do you know you snore?” she continues, unphased.

My dinner from last night threatens to come up as I think of what to do. Fuck, I don’t know what to do. What do you do when your Secret Service wants to rightfully kill someone who hurt you? “Mer, he’s an ex fucking mercenary assassin,” I snip.

Meredith's brows kit together and she licks her lips. “What’s that mean?” she wonders.

I look at Mer with a blank expression covering my face. I expected a billionaire's daughter to be a know-it-all. “Meredith, are you serious?” I grill.

Mer puts her hands up in defense. “What? I’m not in college,” she reminds me.

I nod, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crisp blue fabric. “A mercenary is someone paid to fight. Paid to kill,” I sigh.

“So?” I hear Meredith ask.

My hazel eyes connect with hers again. Meredith blinks rapidly, slightly leaning forward with intrigue. “You don’t give an addict the key to the drug lockbox,” I explain.

Mer's eyes squint and I can barely see the sea swimming around her pupils. “Wait you don’t think he’s…” she trails off.

My hand instinctively reaches out and wraps around Meredith's wrist as if she’s one of my little siblings. “Get up. We’re going to find him,” I demand, effectively dragging her out of bed.

Meredith stumbles a bit like a baby deer once her feet are placed on the floor and I start moving quickly, leaving dust in our trail. “Relax, Libby. He’s probably in his room,” she calls behind me.

I fling my bedroom door open, walking us out into the shared living room. “Mer, you gave the trained assassin whose only job is to protect me the coordinates to put a bullet through two people's heads,” I tell her over my shoulder before lifting my hand to knock on Michael’s door.

My knuckles rasp on the old oak wood before I press my ear to the door, listening for any movement. No shuffling is heard behind the door, so I try knocking once more. All I hear is my breathing bouncing off the solid material.

I turn around slowly, wide-eyed and fearful. Meredith seemingly reads my body language and her affect changes to match what I presume mine is. “Oh shit. I did didn’t I?” she asks for clarification.

Brushing past her, I grab my spare robe from the living room closet. “Yes. Now put this on,” I scoff, throwing it towards her chest.

Meredith cringes with shock washing over her face. She hurriedly puts her arms through the sleeves, pulling the fluffy garment on. “What are we going to do?” she panic shouts.

My hands begin to shake and I tuck them into my pockets. “I don’t know! Stop screaming! It’s 4 am!” I bellow.

Tears collect in Mer's eyes and threaten to spill over her lower lid. “You’re screaming back!” she screams.

“Because I’m stressed,” I explain, returning my voice to my normal level. I shut my eyes, taking slow soothing breaths that fill my lungs with the crisp winter air. “Okay, deep breaths. He couldn’t have found them, picked them up, and killed them in two hours,” I rant, trying to stay in my delusional world.

The sound of our bare feet scurrying towards the door echoes off the tile floor. “I think you’re underestimating your man,” I hear Meredith jest under her breath before I pull open my door.

When we exit the hall, the first person I see is a random security guard. He tilts his head and squints his eyes at us before reaching for the inner lining of his suit pocket. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn him causing him to freeze.

I slowly creep towards him until we’re standing toe to toe. “I’m just going to my sister's room. You don’t need to tell anyone. Understand?” I flirt, slowly reaching up to grab his hand that’s near his jacket.

His eyes widen and he turns a scarlet red. His palms begin perspiring, effectively moistening my hand. Seemingly speechless, he just nods before I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. Once his hand is placed back by his side, I release it now that my skin is covered in the man's sweat. Tipping my imaginary hat to him, I link my arm with Meredith who has been standing by, pulling her down the hall.

When we reach the door, I greet the secret service agent outside her door with a smile. Great, another fucking loophole. “Hey, is my sister in there?” I ask as sweetly as possible.

He doesn’t look down at me and Meredith. Instead, he keeps his head focused forward towards the rest of the corridor. “Yes,” the older man deadpans.

I roll my eyes, deciding to forego asking for permission. I’m already here, all I need to do is get into that room and talk to Agent Idris. “Great,” I brush past him, reaching for the door to her common living space.

It’s a lot different than my serene blue castle. The room is covered in a dark plum shade that matches beautifully with her skin tone. Although it may be depressing to look at during your first visit, the hue of the purple sparkles like a gem bringing light into the room.

My sister is a heavy sleeper, so I don’t worry that my knocking will wake her as my hand lifts. I bang on the door like a cop, pausing to listen for shuffling, but I hear nothing. “Agent Idris, are you in there?” I call through the door before reaching for the handle.

I slowly crack the door open in case he’s just sleeping. When I look in the dark and cold room, it’s empty. I swear under my breath, slowly shutting the door behind me. When I turn to face Meredith, she looks dejected. 

I grab Meredith's hand pulling her out of the joint sitting room between the two rooms. “That was just our first stop. I figured he’d take him,” I encourage her.

We exit my sister's living area, shutting the large door behind us. “Have a good morning,” I bid the agent goodbye, hoping he won’t speak a word.

He quickly tilts his head down in a moment so quickly, I almost miss it. “You too, Ms. Washington,” he mutters.

My feet nearly stick to the group as we scurry to the next location, Huddy's room. When we get to the door, I repeat the same steps with his night door guard. “Is Hudson awake?” I ask kindly.

This time the man looks down at me and shakes his head. “No,” he answers.

I smile, pulling my lips between my teeth to look mischievous to the man in front of me. “Good. I need to prank him. Can I?” I ask with hope.

He pauses for a moment, looking at his watch before looking back up at me. He seems skeptical, but I’m hoping he buys it. After what feels like forever, he finally mutters, “Sure.”

I mutter a thank you in reply before entering my brother's living area. This time Meredith thinks she knows where she’s going, and she heads straight for the door on the right. I grab her arm, softly pulling her backward. The layout is flipped from both my sister's and mine, so I understand how confusing it could be. It’s covered in red, but none of the reds match. Some are faded while some are bold. It’s like a bachelor pad for a man who doesn’t get any pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has navy sheets on his bed right now.

My hand lifts, repeatedly pounding on another agent's door. This time I’m surprised to see Agent Flynn’s face. “What are you doing here?” I ask him.

Agent Flynn leans against the door frame, sleepy wiping his eyes. “What are you doing here? It’s like 4 in the morning,” he grumbles.

Trying to save your friend from making a mistake that’ll land him another 4 years with another president’s bratty daughter. Without me. “I think something’s wrong with Michael,” I sigh.

He reaches in to flick the light on in his room. “What do you mean?” he yawns.

I flinch slightly and my pupils adjust to the change of ambiance. “After the dinner, we went out to the club and I got roofied tonight by some rich kids at the club. He asked Meredith for all their info while I was passed out then dropped us here before taking off with Agent Idris,” I try my best to cover all the information tonight.

His eyes widen, seemingly registering what I’ve said. “Shit,” he swears, turning away from the door to enter the brightly lit room. It’s nice compared to my brother's decor. At least someone has taste. “Shit, why don’t they tell me anything?” he asks, grabbing his phone from his bedside table.

Meredith and I survery the room with curiosity, but neither of us dare to cross the threshold into the space. My attention turns back to Agent Flynn, whose fingers quickly tap the screen before he lifts it to his ear. “Who are you calling?” I question him.

“Damson. Mike’s not answering,” Agent Flynn responds.

My heart quickens and my stomach fills with demonic butterflies. Don’t throw up, Lib. Don’t throw up, Lib. Don’t throw up, Lib. “Do you think they’re,” I prompt Agent Flynn to answer.

Agent Flynn's body tenses, instantly giving his answer away. He looks like he needs a hug. “Yes. You better pray your little friend didn’t just nail a coffin,” he snips.

My stomach continuously bubbles and I scratch my hand with furor. The fuck are we going to do? “Two,” Meredith chirps behind us, correcting the man. 

My face mirrors Agent Flynn’s, twisting in confusion. When I turn around, Meredith is standing there unphased by the word she just uttered. “Mer, that’s a little insensitive,” I point out.

Her cheeks turn maroon and she looks down at the floor beneath her. “Sorry, but they deserve it,” she grumbles.

Agent Flynn snickers and I whip my head towards him. He puts his hands up in defense when I narrow my eyes at him. “What? I like her,” he smirks.

I stuff the urge to hit him down into the pits of hell, refocusing on the task at hand. “So where are we going first?” I ask Agent Flynn.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “We?” he asks.

I nod furiously. “Yes, we. How can I trust you’re not going to just let them kill them anyway?” I chastise.

He crosses his arms, standing firmly in place like a statue. “Because, unlike Dammy and Mike, I despise killing people,” he counters.

We stare each other down until a few moments pass. The silence is uncomfortable and it makes me want to squirm, but I won’t be the one to give in. Just when I’m about to say fuck it and go back to bed, Agent Idris groans, “Fine. I don’t have time for this. Let’s go,” he commands me and Meredith to follow him.

We exit Hudson's apartment and into the grand hallway. As we walk by guards, Agent Flynn friendly tips his head up to each of them.“Where are we going?” I ask, barely keeping up after his long stride.

“To find them,” he grumbles, taking a right towards the stairwell.

Meredith increases her pace, able to keep up with Agent Flynn’s due to the length of her legs. “Don’t I need actual shoes?” I ask him, putting my hand on the cool banister as we rush down the first level of stairs.

Agent Flynn looks up at me and his amber-colored eyes sparkle in the dim light. “No, we’re just going downstairs,” he informs us.

We get to my parent’s living area and before opening the door Agent Flynn turns around. He puts his finger up to his lips, motioning for us to be quiet. He quietly turns the nob, opens the door, and sticks his head out before entering the area. Once he’s determined the close is clear, he motions for us to follow him down the next set of steps.

I hold my breath and pray that my clumsy nature doesn’t make an appearance. All that’s heard in the small stairwell is the sound of our feet connecting with the stone steps. Once we get to the entrance hall, Agent Flynn silently greets his coworkers, refusing to haul his quick pace.

Although we’re bolting, I feel like I can breathe. There are only two more flights to go and we haven’t been stopped yet. 

We make our way towards the next staircase when Mer asks, “There’s a basement?”

“Yes but,” I begin speaking before realizing, I’m also confused about the concept of the basement. I knew about the Navy Resteraunt and the Secret Service headquarters, but not about anything else that happened down there. And since I’m sure no one else will tell me, Agent Flynn is the perfect person to explain. “Agent Flynn, wait,” I call after him.

“We don’t have time,” he grits between his teeth.

I scurry in front of him, stopping him from walking any further on the ground floor. “Agent Flynn, you will stop right now and explain!” I shout like a baby, crossing my arms and stomping for effect.

He looks down at me and smirks. “Rome,” he states.

My brows furrow and I know I’m going to have wrinkles when I’m 50. “What?” I ask.

He steps around me, heading towards the last staircase. “My name is Rome. If you’re going to yell at me, use my first name. Although I rather you be yelling under different circumstances,” he taunts, jogging down leaving Mer and me in his dust.

Mer looks at me and shrugs before following him. Rolling my eyes, I trail after them. “Michael’s gonna kill you when he hears you said that,” I call down the staircase towards Rome.

“Not when he sees you down there. Then, I’ll be dead,” he corrects.

When we reach the bottom floor, I flinch feeling the cool concrete floor beneath my feet. Rome opens the door for us, motioning for us to walk ahead of him. I’ve never been on this side of the basement. The windowless grey space sucks any life out of the area, as opposed to its warm and wood counterpart.

Meredith and I come to a halt and turn around to face Rome, unsure of where to go. He allows the heavy metal door to shut behind us before he clears his throat. “This is the side of the basement is.. How do you say it?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“A torture house?” Meredith squeaks.

Rome clicks his teeth, pointing at the blonde. “Bingo. Used by the highest clearance. Us, the military,” he elaborates. 

“Highest clearance including my mom?” I ask, and Rome’s hazel eyes soften with a nod. “Has she used it yet?” I press on, curious about the state of virginity in the space after the election. I purse my lips, accepting his answer.

“I’m not answering that question,” Rome grumbles before turning his back to us. He leads us down a hall I’ve never been down before. The tight space surrounding us heightens my claustrophobia. My heart starts pounding, so I reach out and grab Mer’s hand for some sort of stability. “You alright?” she asks.

We pass various doors that I don’t dare to ask what’s behind. “Yeah, ’m fine. Just don’t like small spaces,” I confess before we take a right.

At the end of the hall, a huge metal door stands between us and something I’m not sure I’m ready to see. My feet drag while Rome quickly walks the rest of the way, unlocking the door before turning around to face me. “Are you sure you want to go in?”

I lightly throw my hand up in exhaustion. “Yes, Rome. Her friend is in there, for fucks sake,” I point out, gesturing towards Mer.

“Former friend,” Meredith squeaks out before I lightly squeeze her hand. “I mean, best friend,” she attempts to clear up. 

Rome looks back and forth at us before clearing his throat. “Libby,” he starts, putting his hand on my shoulder and separating Meredith from me. “When Mike gets like this, he’s like a robot. He turns off his humanity to get to his goal and he only listens to the people he cares about. I’m not sure how he’ll react when he sees you,” he warns.

The ice in my toes spreads throughout my body, creating icicles on my nose. He’s warning you because he could see you, and he could kill you. No, Lib, he wouldn’t do that. I wipe my nose with the sleeve of my robe, pulling it tighter around me. “I’m going to choose to have faith on this one. Now open the door,” I demand, looking up at the towering goofball.

He puts his hands up in surrender before turning and pulling the door open. The room is empty, similar to the rest of the hallway. It lacks anything but a metal chair. I rush forward into the space and just when I think I’ve got the wrong room, I look to my right and gasp.

Agent Idris is leaning against an oak table on one side of the room with his arms crossed. Behind the table sits a sobbing Vanessa. Her black mascara stains her cheeks and she’s practically bursting out of her dress. 

She flinches and I turn my head, curious to see what she’s looking at. My jaw drops as I watch Michael land another blow to the brunette man’s face. What was once pristine is now dripping with blood. His hands and feet are tied to a chair and he wiggles, attempting to squirm away from Michael’s fist.

I’ve never seen such vitriol and it’s displayed every time Michael flexes his back muscles to swing. The sight is gruesome, and I close my mouth, attempting not to vomit.

“Oh my god,” I hear Meredith say behind me. The sight is gruesome, and I close my mouth, attempting not to vomit. “I can’t watch,” I hear her add before she shuffles out of the room.

“I’m going to go with her. Make sure she’s alright,” I hear Rome say and I nod before the door closes moments later. 

I wave at Vanessa, testing if it’s a two-way mirror. My theory is correct and she doesn’t move a muscle. My attention returns to Michael, who’s now kneeling in front of the man, nodding as the man spits out a few words. He’s interrogating him, but there’s got to be a better way to do this. Especially when the kid’s dad is a billionaire. 

There’s a button with what looks like a speaker on top of it on the wall. I let my fingers trail over the cool metal before pressing down on the circle.

Vanessa’s sobs fill the space, flowing through the impossibly small device. There’s a gasp before I look up. A sinister grin takes over Michael’s face as he stalks over to his weapons, covered in blood. Michael has decided to move on to the next best thing, a bat. He grabs the wooden spear from the wall, allowing the tip of it to drag on the floor as he walks back over to my perpetrator.

Time slows as I watch him lift the bat, positioning it to rest on his shoulder. He squares his feet firmly in place; I know now is the time. If I don’t stop him now, he’s going to kill him. “Michael,” I utter and he freezes in place. “It’s me,” I choke out the best I can, but it feels like my throat is on fire.

His eyes squint toward the glass as he lowers his arm, walking closer in my direction. “Lib?” he questions with confusion.

His face twists as if he’s on some faraway planet and my voice is his only map to earth. Tears collect in my eyes, threatening to spill over my bottom lid. “Yes. I’m okay. You can stop,” I try to convince him that the route he’s taking isn’t the best.

His once-focused face turns vacant and he begins shaking his head slowly. The pace of his head increases until he’s shaking it rapidly. “No, no, no,” he murmurs as he begins to pace. “Libby wouldn’t be here. She-she’s asleep,” he stutters, talking to himself.

My head nods, even though subconsciously I know he can’t see me. “I am here, Michael,” I emphasize, trying to find the crack in his brain. “Can I come in?” I ask.

His right hand begins beating the outside of his thigh and I know there will be a bruise tomorrow. It’s almost as if he’s trying to pull himself back into his body. “No, you shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have done this here. You shouldn’t be down here. You shouldn’t see–”

“Michael,” I cut his disorganized ranting off. He stops pacing, turning to face the glass. “You’re my guard, my secret service, mine. Whatever you do I do too, remember?” I emphasize. 

We made a deal. If we’re in this shit situation for 4 years, we’re in it together. Meaning, no making things harder on the other person. And this is the definition of making things harder.

Michael’s face begins to soften and my heart slows. I found him, he’s coming back. “No, you don’t understand,” he murmurs, seemingly ashamed of his actions.

I swallow thickly before saying, “I’m coming in,” as a warning before releasing the metal button. 

Michael’s muted pleas fall on deaf ears as I move quickly to my left, pulling open the heavy door to the torture chamber. He’s in front of me in seconds, and the sight of his blood-stained front makes me nauseous.

“I don’t want you seeing this,” he coldly grits through his teeth. His body tenses, shielding me from the sight behind me.

Those weren’t the terms of our deal, fucker. “Oh, so you were bold enough to do it but not in front of me?” I grill.

He inhales a sharp breath, bringing his nondominant hand up to scratch his scruff. “That’s not what I mean. You just got drugged and no girl should see this,” he explains before his eyes wander down to my feet. “Damn it, Lib. You don’t have any shoes on and you’re fucking naked,” he snips.

My hands go down to my robe, gathering the fabric and adjusting it. “I’m not naked and I’m fine. Best sleep of my life,” I express, crossing my arms in from of my chest and attempting to shield my undoubtedly hard nipples from him.

He rolls his eyes, stepping out of the way to bring Damson and Vanessa into view. “Did you guys get what you needed?” I ask the guard.

He nods, standing from his relaxed position on the table. “They sang like a canary in the first 5 minutes. Trying to get some pictures of you in a compromising position to sell to the blogs,” he recalls.

I raise my eyebrow at the man. “So you let Michael beat this man within an inch of his life?” I question him, voice laced with annoyance.

Damson shrugs, unphased. “What? It was fun,” he chuckles.

Rome enters the room, startling me a bit before I return my focus to Damson. Shaking my head at his antics, I open my mouth to scold him when Vanessa cuts in, “I’m sorry, Libby. I–”

“Shut the fuck up,” I spit in her face, effectively shutting her up. I bend down slightly so we’re on the same level. I want to make sure she understands every word I’m saying. “You don’t get to call me that. Matter of fact, don’t even speak. You’re not in the position to,” I fume in her direction.

Rome whistles before murmuring, “Damn.”

Vanessa sniffs, unable to wipe the snot since she’s bound to the chair. I revel in her this way. Thinking she could fuck me over. Karma is a bitch. “Stupid cunt,” I grumble.

I turn around to face the three men, deciding it’s best to pretend she’s not there so I don’t get worked up. Michael silently surveys my face and my brows knit on my forehead. Why is he looking at me like that? 

Rome clears his throat before asking, “What do you want to do?” 

What do I want to do? It’s not like killing them would go off without a hitch. Both of their parents are very prominent figures. The best thing to do now is to use them as an example. 

Hell, Teddy’s almost dead and I’ll just act like I don’t know her when people ask. She’ll fade to black and I’m sure the message will be well received all over the city. “Let them go,” I command.

Damson kisses his teeth and his upper body curls. He looks dejected that he couldn’t press on. “But we were just getting to the good part,” he groans.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Is he complaining about not being about to kill someone? “And you’ll get your good part if they ever try this again,” I placate.

I nod at Rome, signaling for him to untie Vanessa. I watch as he swiftly unties each notch in the knot. Each rope falls to the ground one by one until she’s standing from her prison. “Thank you so much, Liberty. I’m really sorry, again,” she professes.

I scoff at her fakeness. She’s never liked me and she's only pretending to for her mortality. “I’m only letting you go because I’m not a woman hater. Take this as a warning. You tried, but you failed. Try again, I won’t stop them next time. I will let them kill you, Vanessa,” I promise her.

She nods before slipping back on her club heels. She looks at me, awaiting her next instructions. “Meredith can probably take you home. You have to talk to her now too,” I gesture towards the door, beckoning her to leave.

She nods, allowing her gaze to fall to the floor before she scurries out of the room. I reach into my robe pocket, quickly texting Meredith an update so she has a full grasp on the situation, although she’s probably standing right behind the glass pane.

I’m highly aware that this is a strange place to start a friendship, but maybe it’s the start of something long-lasting. “What about him?” Rome asks, pointing to the barely human face crumpled over in the metal chair.

“Call clean up and have them take care of it. It’s almost 6,” Michael instructs before grabbing the bottom of his blood-soaked shirt. He seamlessly lifts it over his head, showing his perfectly sculpted physique. His abs could easily handle a week's worth of my laundry, irritating the stains from the fabric.

He pulls the top from his body, allowing it to fall to the floor. I’m rendered speechless, feeling it inappropriate to drool in a situation like this. Damson seemingly notices me staring and he clears his throat, causing my eyes to shoot up to the light in the ceiling.

I spin on my heels, unsure of what to do. Once we leave this room, we’re not going to be able to discuss this. There are mics and cameras in every room but the bathroom. I know some camera angles have changed to give me some privacy, but every entrance and exit is being recorded. No one moves in The White House without the Secret Service knowing. 

I almost jump when I feel a hand on the small of my back, being brought back to reality. My eyes connect with Michael’s when I lower my head and his once black irises have returned to brown. “You need more sleep,” he simply states.

I nod, unsure of what to say to the boys. A cheery goodbye doesn’t necessarily mesh well with social norms. Michael doesn’t allow me to deliberate, lightly pushing me forward towards the door.

I conceded, turning the need to think off by following his lead. He opens the door for us, ushering us through the entryway. As we walk through the empty viewing room, I look to the left one last time at the scarlet scene. My stomach gurgles, and I snap my eyes to the floor. “You sure you okay?” Michael asks, opening the next door for me.

In the grand scheme of things, I feel fine. But if I say that after being through a traumatic situation, he’s going to lock me up and throw away the key.  “I’m more concerned about you,” I disclose genuinely as we walk down the hall.

He shrugs, seemingly unaffected by his actions. “I’m fine. This is what I do,” he grumbles.

“Used to do,” I correct.

“It’s my job,” he argues and I remind him why I hate him sometimes. It’s like talking to a child.

“I don’t think revenge killing was in the position description,”

The walk back up to our apartment feels like it takes forever. The winding staircases and onlookers dare to swallow me whole. I’m not sure a barefoot and clotheless president's daughter with her shirtless Secret Service agent paints the best picture. 

My endless suggestions that Michael at least be checked out by the nurse fall on deaf ears. So when we enter the living room of the apartment, I point at the couch commanding him, “Sit.”

He raises his eyebrow at me but doesn’t make any moves to put his bottom on the cushion. “If you’re not going to let me take you to the infirmary, you’re going to let me clean you up,” I explain.

His eyes search mine for deception and I sigh, annoyed with the consistency of this game. “Fine,” he finally gives in, moving to take a seat on the couch.

I leave the room to retrieve the first aid kit from the bathroom, filling a cup by the sink with warm water so I can rinse his hands. When I get back, Michael is patiently waiting for my return, anxiously flexing both his hands.

Taking a seat next to him, I bring his hand into my lap to calm his fidgeting. “Stop doing that. You’ll keep opening and breaking the skin,” I worry.

“I was trying to see if it was broken,” he counters and suddenly I feel like an idiot.

“Oh,” I mumble, twisting his wrist to examine his hand. “Is it?” I ask.

He shakes his head, slinking down into the couch cushions with a sigh. He looks exhausted. Large brown circles darken the spot beneath his eye and I feel a pang in my chest. “No, probably a hairline fracture,” he speculates and I can tell he’s trying to ease my anxiety.

I pick up the washcloth, dipping it into the cup of water. We sit in silence for a few moments until he winces. Something’s wrong with his hand and he fucked it up because of me. 

I quickly clean the rest of his hand, eager to rid the thick sexual tension between us. This is the longest he’s ever touched me and it intensifies the fire in between my thighs. Not right now, Libby. You’re bandaging his hand. “You’ll see the doctor when we wake up,” I demand once we’re finished.

Snapping the first aid kit shut, I scoop the remnants of the bandage wrappers up with my hand. “We?” I hear Michael's question.

I nod, having already made my decision. I just need to stick to it. “Yes, we. You haven’t slept in like 24 hours,” I point out before standing from the couch.

I toss the trash into the pale blue bin on the other side of the room. “I’m fine,” Michael reassures.

“Yeah right,” I scoff before going into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I make sure to wash my hands before relieving myself one last time for the night. Once my hands are scrubbed once more, I apply some vanilla lotion to keep them from drying out.

When I exit the bathroom, Michael hasn’t moved from the couch. He watches me cross the room over to my door with laser focus. “Come on,” I beckon him to join me.

He shakes his head and his body becomes cement. “I’m not sleeping in the bed with you,” he objects.

I roll my eyes at his combativeness and part my lips to say, “I’m not asking you to sleep. But I can’t trust that you won't just leave again.” and kill someone.

He shakes his head but he still doesn’t make a move. Fuck, what do I have to do to get you in my bed? It shouldn’t be this hard. “I wouldn’t,” he reiterates.

“Then come, for me. Call it suicide watch,” I rephrase, hoping it’ll do the trick.

The tick of the clock fills the room and several seconds go by before a glimmer of interest sparkles in his eyes. “Fine,” he concedes, standing from the couch.

He crosses the living area until he’s standing just inside my bedroom door. I shut the door behind us, locking the door just in case Jo didn’t get the memo to not wake me up early this morning.

In the soft light of the early morning room, I shed my robe and Michael sheds his pants. Grabbing a scrunchy from my vanity, I attempt to tie my unruly hair back up underneath my bonnet. When I turn around, Michael stands by the side of my bed patiently waiting for me. He holds the corner of the duvet up for me to climb in. 

Once I’m hugged by my warm vanilla fragrance, I watch as he walks over to the other side of the bed, replacing Meredith for the night. 

My eyes blink rapidly at him, trying to adjust through the night. “Go to sleep, my lady,” he chides. 

Not having any energy to argue, I sigh, turning my body away from him and allowing myself to get comfortable in my bed. As soon as I’m settled, my body begins to give in to the exhaustion of the night’s activities. 

I begin to doze off before I feel Michael’s hand snake up my side. I hum at his warm touch, scooting back into his body. “Stay, please,” I request in a daze.

“Okay,” I hear him husk before sleep envelopes me.

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I’ve deleted a lot of old books on there plus once my most popular book reached 11k in votes, wattpad flagged it I guess but please check out my page. More books are coming on there as well.