𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

14 | caught in the act

Today had been pretty boring for Briarr, she woke up, ate breakfast and just sat around, whilst scrolling through her phone.

Nick was currently livestreaming, but considering she could hear him through the wall she didn't feel the need to watch, even though she usually would watch his streams.

Then, suddenly her phone started to ring and her eyes went wide, realising she had completely forgotten about him the past few days.

Oliver :D
[answer] decline

She laughs nervously, picking up the call. "Oli! Hey!"

"Hi Bri! I was just checking in, haven't heard from you since our date," he informs, sounding slightly concerned.

"I know! I'm so sorry I've just been swamped recently so..." She slightly lies to him.

"Oh it's okay, I hope your friend is alright?" He says.

"What?" Briarr asks, genuinely confused.

"Your friend? The reason you had to go back to Florida?"

Briarr facepalms at her stupidity "Right, he's fine. Listen I'm really busy right now, I gotta go." She says finally.

Oliver attempts to speak one last time, but gets cut off by her ending the call. She sighs, leaning back in her seat.

For some reason it felt wrong that she slept with Clay, whilst she had been talking to Oliver. However, she soon shakes off that thought.

'It's not like I'm dating Oliver, I can do whatever the fuck I want' she thought.

She smirked at that.

'And I will do whatever the fuck I want'.

Briarr immediately gets up, heading to the stairs. She slowly opens the door to Clay's office and peaks her head in.

He was on Nick's stream. But that only tempted her more.

She walks in, closing the door behind her. Loud enough for him to hear and swivel round in his chair, but quiet enough for the stream to not take notice.

"Nick's streaming," Clay mouths.

"I know," she mouths back, walking over to him.

He looks at her, puzzled. Briarr puts her index finger on her own lips, shushing him, as she moves to get comfortable on his lap.

Clay grips her hips and rolls the chair back, to be further away from the mic. "What the fuck are you doing?" He whispers.

Briarr turns to face him with a grin "Just looking for a little attention," she whispers back, rolling her hips in his lap.

He groans slightly and moves her hips up, stopping her movement. Then he places her back down gently, moving to her ear "Behave."

She smirks at him, giving him an 'or what?' face.

His hand moves to her thigh, squeezing it and then lightly slapping it.

Voices were heard coming from Clay's headset, so Briarr leans back into his shoulder listening in.

"Dream! Why are you stood still!" George yells.