Dirty Brunette (FreenBecky)

Chapter 8

Closer to one in the morning, the guys unpacked their things, all the work had already been done and the company was sitting in the large living room on the first floor. Even though they slept on the plane, their fatigue was noticeable. The guys peacefully shared stories, sitting on a warm terry carpet in front of a huge marble fireplace.

The living room smoothly transitioned into the kitchen; there were no doors or partitions. Becca, sipping from a glass of wine, carefully watched Freen, who stood at the countertop, chopping something.

Becca stood up and walked slowly towards Freen. There was quite a bit of distance between the countertop and the dining table, but it was still possible to walk without touching Freen. But it was apparently too narrow for Becca.

She stopped behind Freen and, pressing her whole body, felt Freen freeze. The blonde suddenly looked up and stared straight ahead.

"Sorry, I need to get some paper napkins, they're over your head" Becca said quietly in Freen's ear and, pressing herself even tighter, reached up, opening the cabinet.

"Could you hurry up?" Freen nervously continued cutting the cheese, loudly knocking on the countertop with a kitchen knife.

"It would be more convenient if you cut it into small cubes" Becca commented, slowly taking the napkin out of the package.

"It would be more convenient if you took this damn pack of tissues and didn't poke around my head."

Becca grinned and raised her other hand to hold the package, pressing Freen even harder into the table, forcing her to exhale heavily.

"There's clearly something going on between them" Nam commented, watching Becca "well, from your friend's side, for sure" she added, looking at Katie, who looked displeasedly at Becca.

"Nothing happens" Heng waved "it happens like this" he smiled playfully and quickly stood up.

By that time, Becca had already moved away from Freen and, pouring herself some wine, glanced at the guy who was already approaching Freen.

"Sorry, princess, I'll get some tissues" Heng whispered and pressed himself closer to Freen, reaching up and already touching the packaging.

"Are you fucking kidding me" Freen loudly threw the knife on the table and pushed Heng back with her back, took out napkins, "anything else?! I also have something standing between my legs, do you need it?!"

"There's hardly anything standing there, Freen. But if I were you, I wouldn't throw around such offers." Becca smirked

"Purely hypothetically, even if there was something, it would obviously not be on you! And not on you either" Freen shoved the guy again and, grabbing a plate of cheese and a bottle of beer, quickly headed towards the fireplace.

Katie raised her hand, sticking her palm out in front of Freen, and the blonde high-fived her friend.

"Tell them, girl" Katie grinned.

Freen wrapped herself in a blanket and propped her feet up in wool socks. Everything was much better than she expected, it even felt like it was Christmas and she was sitting with her close friends and Becca.

Freen woke up before everyone else and hummed to herself as she prepared breakfast.

The blonde jerked, suddenly feeling that someone was standing behind her.

"Good morning, good to see you," the brunette smiled.

"I would say the same thing, but it's not true"