AMY'S POV:
"i'd go back in time and change it, but I can't, so if the chain is on your door, i understand"TW: UNDERAGE DRINKING MENTIONED
As the release date for "Good Boys 2" inched closer, Brady and I found ourselves caught up in the whirlwind of the press tour. Our first stop? The bustling streets of New York City. Stepping into the chaos of flashing cameras and screaming fans, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nerves.
With every selfie and autograph, the reality of our newfound fame sank in a little deeper. Yet, amidst the frenzy, Brady and I remained composed, navigating the bustling city streets together, our smiles never faltering as we embraced the exhilarating journey ahead.
One evening, we were surprised to receive an invitation to a party hosted by famous footballer, Hector Fort.
"Absolutely not, no way we're going," Brady stated firmly, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Brady, come on. He's my brother's teammate, and Ryan is going to be there as well. I've got to go," I pleaded, hoping he'd understand.
"Did you not see his comments under your posts? You don't know how guys think, Ames. He's not a good guy," Brady warned, his concern evident in his tone.
"I know he's not a good guy, but you'll be by my side the whole time. You can keep me from any danger, can't you?" I reassured him, grasping his shirt collar for emphasis.
"Fine, but I'm not letting you out of my sight," Brady relented, a hint of resignation in his voice.
"I knew you'd understand," I said, unable to resist planting a quick kiss on his cheek, grateful for his understanding.
Little did I know that that one evening would completely change my life for the worst...
As I stepped into the crowded room, a wave of unease washed over me. The air was thick with smoke and laughter, and I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort gnawing at my stomach.
Brady excused himself to take a call from his manager, leaving me alone in the midst of the bustling party. I looked around nervously, feeling out of place amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces.
Deciding to take a moment to collect myself, I found a quiet spot at a bar table and ordered a glass of water, hoping to calm my nerves.
Just like a product of my worst nightmare, I felt somebody come sit next to me and out of all the people at the party, it turned out to be non other than Hector Fort.
Hector's charming smile sent a shiver down my spine as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "You look stunning tonight, Amy. Let me buy you a drink."
I hesitated, my nerves tingling with uncertainty. "Oh I don't drink," I confessed, trying to mask my discomfort.
But Hector's grin only widened, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Come on, live a little. It's a party, after all."
Feeling a sense of obligation, I reluctantly agreed, allowing Hector to order me a drink. One drink can't do anything right? WRONG
As I took a tentative sip, his voice grew low and persuasive. "You know, Amy, you're different from the other girls here. You're smart, independent... intoxicating, even."
His words made me flush with a mixture of flattery and unease. "Thanks, I guess," I mumbled, unsure of how to respond.
Hector's hand lingered on my arm, his gaze intense. "So, tell me, Amy, what's a girl like you doing at a party like this? You seem too... genuine for this crowd."
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to deflect his attention. "I'm just here with some friends," I replied vaguely.
But Hector pressed on, his stare unwavering. "Friends, huh? Well, I'm glad you decided to join us tonight, Amy. Who knows, maybe we'll have some fun together."
My discomfort grew, but I forced a tight smile, nodding along with his words. "Yeah, maybe," I replied, my voice tinged with unease.
But Hector was persuasive, and soon enough as the night went on, the alcohol started to take its toll, and I began to feel more and more intoxicated.
As the night wore on, Hector's attention became increasingly persistent, his words growing more insistent with each passing moment. Despite my attempts to politely decline, he seemed determined to keep me by his side, plying me with drinks and compliments.
With each sip, my inhibitions began to fade, clouding my judgment and leaving me vulnerable to Hector's advances. His touch grew bolder, his words more suggestive, until I found myself trapped in a haze of confusion and fear.
Before I knew it, Hector was leading me to a secluded corner, his hands wandering where they shouldn't.
"I can't do this" I told him as I tried to push him away, but my efforts were feeble against his persistence and the alcohol didn't help.
My heart raced as Hector leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. But before his lips could touch mine, Brady appeared out of nowhere, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. It felt like a punch to the gut as I watched the hurt flash across his face. I wanted to explain, to tell him it wasn't what it seemed, but the words caught in my throat. As he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silence, I felt a wave of regret wash over me.
I had just made the biggest mistakes of my life which could've possibly led me to lose the one person that matters to me the most in the world.
The realization of what almost happened hit me like a ton of bricks, filling me with a profound sense of guilt and shame. I had let myself be manipulated, allowing Hector to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state. And now, I had not only betrayed Brady's trust but also jeopardized our budding relationship in the process.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me. How could I have been so foolish? And more importantly, how could I ever make things right with Brady after this?
evangeline:
things got HEATED up real fast huhbut let's not hate on amy yet, it is partially her fault but it is technically hector's and the alcohol's fault.
see another reason why drinking is BAD BAD ❌
brady's pov up next!!
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