BRION IVOR
Well, we all go downstairs to see who the fuck the girl is.
'It's the blonde,' Adriana says. Good thing she remembered to do the fastening on her robe.
Fuck.
What the hell was she still doing there?
'Who's this?' Beau asks rhetorically. Seriously, I don't want to go through the rigmarole of having to admit that I know her and I'm really hoping Adriana shuts up.
She casts me a quick look as I grab her waist.
'Shh,' I mouth.
'Whatever. Let's get her to the hospital already,' she suggests.
'Ace,' Xavier calls.
'What the...?' Ace's brow furrows.
'I'd have done that but you know April won't let go,' Xavier explains.
'Somebody fucking get her outta here already,' I say.
'Geez, Brion!' Claire exclaims. I don't care but I'm relieved to see Ace drive out with the junk.
ADRIANA KENDRICKS
'Baby, let's go to bed,' my impatient boyfriend says, squeezing my hand gently, interrupting my little chat with Claire.
'One minute,' I whisper.
'One second,' he pronounces.
'What's up with you?' Claire asks him.
'Fuck you,' he says.
Claire's getting her period so I mentally calculate they're not gonna be fighting tonight. She rolls her eyes.
He starts going upstairs.
God, he can get really childish sometimes.
I literally just follow him upstairs.
He pauses and grabs my waist.
'You wanna sleep right away?' I ask.
'What do you think?' he snaps, pressing his lips on mine.
This man hardly ever feels sleepy.
'Brion save that part for the room!' Beau yells from the living room.
Oh God.
'I'm fagged,' I say, throwing both arms around his neck.
'You want me to take you upstairs,' he corrects me, rolls his eyes, taking me there already.
Golly. The bed suddenly feels so soft and warm.
A/N: You think they should have their first?
I miss his penthouse.
'What's this?' he asks, touching a small scar on my ankle.
'A scar,' I reply.
He rolls his eyes.
'What happened?' he asks.
'Nothing,' I reply. Even I would be suspicious if someone said that in the manner I just did.
'Baby,' he calls.
'It's nothing. Let's forget it,' I reply. I was pierced by a broken bottle or whatever, if you really wanna know. But the last thing I wanna do is tell Brion Troy did it.
Man, he'd be dead.
'Was it you or someone else?' he asks.
'Me,' I say.
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Bad Studmuffin
RomanceHe's bad and bloody. He can't count how many people he's killed. Plus, he's a billionaire play boy and literally owns penthouses. He mostly just can't stand relationships. If you want more than grinding coochies, your loss. The last thing Brion Ivor...
