Brielle Adams meets Andy Biersack at a Bengals game after he spills a drink on her. Unfortunately, this was the girl he was looking at more than the game, amazed at her enthusiasm for football. He takes her to buy a new shirt where they get to talk...
"Andy." I said, walking into the bedroom where he was laying in the bed on his phone.
"Yes?" He asked, putting his phone down and turning to look at me.
"Sienna has invited me to a New Year's party at a club downtown. I want to invite you but I know you're sober so you can say no, but I also don't want to leave you at home alone on New Year's Eve." I rambled.
"I'll go with you. I can be your designated driver." He said with a soft smile.
"Are you sure?" I asked nervously.
"Yes. I'll have more peace of mind anyway if I can take care of you and know you're okay."
"Okay, as long as you're sure."
"Brielle, I'm positive." He laughed.
"Okay, thank you." I smiled, walking around to his side of the bed and hugging him.
"Of course baby."
"I'm going to go call Sienna." I said, kissing his lips and running out of the room.
*One Week Later*
I pulled the dress down as far as it could go, starting to feel self-conscious about my dress choice. The problem is, I didn't have anything else to wear. It was a black, sparkly dress that went down to my mid thigh. It could best be described as an extreme cold shoulder, with my shoulders and upper arm completely bear, the sleeves starting at the middle of my upper arm and going down to my wrist.
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I was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting and readjusting my dress, when I heard a catcall behind me. I turned to see Andy looking at me with lust in his eyes, slowly moving closer to me.
"We might not make it out of the house." He said, biting his lip, grabbing my hips. I giggled as he gave me a slow, soft kiss.
"We're going to be late." I said.
"You're teasing me." He whined with a smirk. "Aren't you going to be cold?"
"Hoes don't get cold."
"You're my hoe." He winked, kissing me again with a chuckle. He was wearing a black, long sleeved dress shirt, black jeans, and black ankle boots.
"Help me with my heels?" I asked, showing him my stilts. They were black heels that were a few inches tall. The shoes had straps that wrapped around my ankle a few times.
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