My boy / Drew Starkey

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Mila

"Hey," they all say in sync as I approach them. They were in the same place with a few more bottles of champagne on ice on the small table in front of them.

Madison quickly got up from Jonathan's arms to meet me halfway. "Let's grab a drink," she says as I nod. "Anyone wants anything?" I ask Rudy and Jonathan, who both shake their heads 'no.'

"Tell me everything," Madison says as we walk. I quickly down my drink before we got to the enormous bar.

"Another round?" The bartender asks me, raising his eyebrows. I smile at him. "Just no whiskey neat," I say as Madison orders her order, and we sit and chat.

I tell her the short story, her facial expressions varying. "What a fucking bitch" She says once I'm done. "What a fucking bitch", she repeats, taking a sip from her drink and rolling her eyes

"It's whatever; I get it, she's territorial. I am the same with Rudy if someone tried to make a move on him," I say as Madison raises her eyebrows.

"Are you saying you were making a move on Drew?" My eyes go wide. "No! I was not; I'm just saying. I am the same, and Rudy and I aren't even dating; they are, so you know I get it." I finish.

"You and Rudy are cute," She says with a big smile appears on my face.

We are cute, and we genuinely care for each other. My mind starts to wander as I sip slowly on my drink.

"Mila", Madison's voice breaks my daydream. I look up at her as she signs with her head behind me. I turn around to see Drew standing there.

One of his hands was by his side, and the other was going through his hair. "Hey," I say; a simple hey is all I could think of after what happened with Kiara.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" His voice was low and husky as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, yet he wasn't quiet. "Yeah," I say, keeping my voice steady.

"That's my cue," Madison says before grabbing her drink, winking at me and walking away. As she passed Drew, he slowly made his way towards me.

He took the seat Madison was sitting on and, every so slightly, moved it closer to me. It was so slight that you wouldn't even notice, but I was so hyperaware of Drew's movements I saw.

Stop being like this, Mila

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier", He says, his voice coating each word like frosting.

"You shouldn't be; nothing happened," I say slowly. I wasn't going to be that girl.

"No, c'mon, Mils, she made the whole situation so uncomfortable" Drew finished that sentence with the lightest sigh.

"It's fine, seriously, I get it. Girls protective of you; I know I would be" As soon as those last few words left my lips, I knew I fucked up.

Fuck Mila

Both of us paused, I could feel my cheeks getting red and my pulse starting to quicken.

Why did I fucking say that??

A smirk appeared on his face, and his eyes darkened so slightly that I wondered if I had imagined it.

"Oh, would you?" he asks, his voice a delicious raspy mess

"I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you know how girls are about their men. I would be the same in that sense. I would be protective over my man like she was, you know."

Fuck me! Mila stop talking

"Got my hopes up for a second there, Mils", his voice so low and sexy, I could listen to it like a melody on repeat.

What is this man doing to me?

I had so many things going through my mind, but my mind and mouth were not cooperating.

"Mila Depp speechless? That's a first" He looked directly into my eyes, not breaking eye contact while slowly leaning back and getting the waiter's attention.

"You wish," I say, finally being able to form somewhat of a sentence.

Drew orders himself a drink, or at least I think so. I couldn't focus on anything other than looking down at my hands.

"Do I really make you that nervous, Mila?" he said in the sexiest voice imaginable.

This man is going to kill me.

"Drew", I tried to keep my voice stern and collected "You shouldn't be saying shit like that to me."

"And why is that?" He leans closer to me

"stupid question, D" I roll my eyes. But my body automatically mimics his movement and leans in.

He smiles at me, looking deep into my eyes before moving away, grabbing his drink and taking a big swing.

I already longed for his presence.

"How many of those have you had to drink?" I ask him

"A few" He shrugs.

How have I not noticed that he was buzzed?

"Sure," I say. Taking a sip of my drink.

"So, do I really make you that nervous, Mila?" He asks, putting his hand on my thigh

The touch sent an electric current through my whole body. Goosebumps started to form on my skin, and the air thickened.

My mind and whole being were intensely focused on his long fingers, big palm resting on my thigh.

I was frozen in time.

A slight squeeze of his hand made my mind cloudy.

enough

I quickly grab his hand and take it off my thigh; with that, I get off the chair I was sitting in, refraining from looking at him. Knowing if I did, I would cave.

"This is so fucked, Drew" Was the last thing I said before walking out of the bar.

Breath, Mila fucking breath

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Hi... don't hate me! I hope I didn't lose too many of you with my absence, but I am back. Writing the next chapter as I post this, so please stay tuned.

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