venture • lrh

prologue

 LATE NIGHT DRIVING

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The curly blonde leaves to go upstairs with yet another one of his hookups. Not that Alexis has ever cared for it, but it isn't enjoyable, honestly. She's been coming over to Michael's place often; being home alone was never quite a great option. Her mom is in a rehab center, and her dad died a few years ago, so she's alone back home. Her grandparents take care of the rent, offering her some monthly money so that she can cook and all. Yet, the money isn't enough, so she has to make late-night shifts and combine that with college.

Consider her life busy and chaotic.

To others, Alexis seems happy. They say that everybody lights up whenever she walks into the room and that she dramatically makes other people happy. To quote her friend,s "You're the sunshine in anyone else's life."

Alexis looks at the grumpy guy, now heavily making out on the stairs. His hand is placed on her ass, and tightly squeezes it. She probably thinks she's lucky to get in bed with him. The girl should reconsider it, but Alex supposes it's too late. Because when he leaves his bed, he wants her to get out. She's been here enough to know.

Nor does she want to know what he's like in the aftercare, but her guesses are correct. He leaves the girl to die. 

"It's just disgusting," Alexis comments. Michael hums in response as he sits back on the couch and places a drink in her hand. Michael and Luke became half-brothers seven years ago. Michael's mother and Luke's dad got together shortly after they married. Their parents always thought it was good for them to have a brother figure, except that they were nemesis - that meant that Luke would also be Alexis' nemesis.

"As if you're not used to it by now." Michael chuckles as he takes a sip from his drink. The thing is, she'd like to say that she's not used to it, but she definitely is. Alexis knows precisely how long it takes before they're done. She knows exactly when they will moan his name, almost as if he has a signature move he makes during sex. Their moans are often very loud, although the girls' moans are. Alexis would call herself privileged; she'd never heard him moan, and she will take that win over everything. 

And as we speak, it happens—the moaning. The man probably doesn't even have any foreplay while doing so. He's one of those guys who seems to have sex for his pleasure much more than the girls he's lying in bed with. Yes, their moans say something different, but even then, she'd like to think he's a prick.

And he is. 

"Don't remind me; the noises are enough." She groans, annoyed, letting her head fall back. Because of that, her head hits the wall with a loud thud. Curse words leave her mouth as the pain intensifies after mere seconds. Michael starts cackling at the sight as Alexis rubs the back of her head. "At least banging my head to a wall will be better than getting banged by him." Michael laughs at the stupid attempt to joke.

Michael and Alexis have been best friends ever since they could talk. They've been inseparable ever since that exact moment. They tell each other everything, literally everything. The details Alexis got about Michael's last fuck were... detailed, yes. His stories were detailed; there's no other way she'd describe them. Besides, Michael is the one who never left her side, and she never left his. How annoyed they may find each other sometimes, they can never stay mad at each other. Honestly, Michael has been her guardian angel, not that she'll tell him that, but he indeed has been. Alexis can't romantically see Michael, but he owns her heart and is the only one she'd trust with her heart.