"I suggest we dance!", Gigi said cheerfuly, visibly happy. And drunk.
"I don't dance. I can't.", Angelina said.
Brad got up off the floor and gave her a hand so she gets up as well. " I will teach you."
Angelina accepted, but only because there were only four of them there and Gigi and Hander were already dancing. She really couldn't dance, she was never interested enough in learning it, but she knew how to use all kinds of weapons. Many times, handling a gun was more useful than controling your dance parter.
Brad looked deeply in her eyes which she tried to keep off of his unbuttoned shirt because, in heels, she was almost his height and there was no way she could avoid the look. The look that led to something.
Hander found something Gigi and he liked to dance to, but it appeared to be Angelina's beloved song.
"My parents married to this song.", Angelina said and put her head on Brad's shoulder who didn't say anything.
Brad turned around to see Hander and Gigi jumping in the pool like teenagers and not middle-aged adults. It made him smile, but also realise the song they started dancing to was over three songs ago and the fourth one was ending too. They'd been enjoying the embrace for about fifteen minutes, before Angelina firstly stared at his lips for a few seconds and then leaned for a kiss he returned.
After dancing for half an hour they finally sat down just to cuddle and smooch again.
"When are we going to tell them?", Brad asked Angelina referring to Gigi and Hander.
"Tell them what?"
"That you're my girlfriend."
"Am I?", Angelina asked surprised. "When did we say that?"
"I thought it was obvious after we kissed, like, thirty times today only. And those two other times several days ago."
"No, Brad. I can kiss you whenever I want to until you stop me from doing it," she said and kissed him squeezing his chin "but we're nothing but friends with benefits for at least a month. I can't meet you and be your girlfriend the next week."
"I mean...", he was left speechless. "You're actually right. Sorry.", he apologized to her.
"Oh, Brad, that's nothing. I went through this with every guy I dated which is probably why I only dated four men. If I waited for you for twelve years, you can wait a month.", she said and called Gigi to come.
"What do you mean?", Brad asked confused.
"You know me from high school, so from the last time I saw you twelve years passed. I am thirty in three weeks, I can't wait for you my whole life.", Angelina explained.
"You've been in love with me ever since?", he was shocked.
"Your wife knows it, yet she still married you. Didn't you know she was my best friend?"
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Tomorrow noon they all came to a secret location where a helicopter took them to an airport. They were all drowsy and still a little bit drunk. Hander slept on Gigi's shoulder but Angelina and Brad sat on opposite sides from each other in a private jett FBI provided them.
"Are you mad?", Angelina asked him.
"No."
"Are you sad?"
"Why would I be?"
Angelina rolled her eyes and looked through the window.
"I am just surprises Jade never told me about what you said last night.", Brad explained.
"I couldn't tell you the whole story and I still can't while these two are around.", she pointed at their two sleeping friends. "Look!", she shkwed him to look through his window.
"Are we there yet?"
" Yeah."
Brad looked through to see a glowing city from the sky. They'd been flying for 13 hours so they arrived at two in the morning.
Angelina smiled at Brad and giggled. "Bonjour, Bordeaux! Get ready for Brangelina."
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