Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

When you add fuel to the fire, expect to get burnt.

Days later, we all had a plan. 
There was a party tonight at Aiden's house.
Surprised?  Don't be. 
Turns out, he throws about one bash every week.

The Plan,
well. The Plan was simple:

Dress Slutty.
'Have Fun' with Aiden.
Try to win him over.
Then leave him flat on his ass.

Turns out, he slept with Sophia at a party and told her that she was a mistake. He was drunk and so was she. She spent days crying over him. I mean, who wouldn't? He was sexy, rich, had it all, and was royal.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut. I don't sleep around. Sure, I'll do stuff, but I do have my priorities straight. I lost my virginity when I was 15 to someone I loved tons, someone named Chance. He, is my ex lover. The one who gave me my diamond necklace that I cherish more then anything.

I enjoyed this plan, very much. I like revenge. It's who I am, and who I will always be.

Tonight, the plan awaits me.


** ** ** ** ** ** 

"Ready to meet your destiny?" Josh whispered in my ear, like some general from the war would do to his troops.

"Yes." I sighed.

"I SAID. ARE. YOU. READY. TO. MEET.YOUR. DESTINY?" Josh's voice boomed.

"Yessir." I said in my best war voice.

Sophia was slightly curling my naturally straight hair, while Sydney was putting blush on my cheek bones, a little but of eye shadow and eyeliner, and then mascara. Daniella was picking out my outfit, which, found it to be a dark black, tight, strapless, knee-high dress with black pumps, and Josh just sat there. Playing sexbox.

"For F*cks Sake, Josh. Peter needed a brake. I played with him all day today. Him and I did some online." I said, half amused, half angry.  

"Sorry, broskii. I need my xbox to live." I breathed, while jumping on my bed in pure excitement.

I know I have only known each other for almost a week, but they were the closest thing I had to friends. My last friend ended up using me, dumping me, then decided to make my life hell. 

I smiled to myself, happily. Knowing that if I was to popular or not, I'd still have them in my life.


We arrived in style, in my red 1996 Lamborghini Diablo. 
I'll admit. That earned us some looks.
Score.  

I walked into, what I assumed was Aiden's house.
Did I say house?
I meant bloody f*cking Castle!
It.  Was.  Huge.

I stared at it in awe, as I approached the  stairs. 

"Gorgeous house, is it not?" I heard a man's voice, which sounded slightly australian,  say gently behind me.
I spun around to see a taller man, about 5'11, maybe 6 feet tall. 
He had dark shaggy locks that framed his angelic face.
He had morning scruff, which made him look even more sexy, and had deep, sea blueeyes that seemed to shine. He was in a navy blue blazer, with semi-dark jeans. He looked to be about, 3 years older then me. Definitely out of high school.

"Yes. It is. It's perfect to look at." I said, turning my attention back to the house.

"Name's Jeremy." he spoke with such a gentle tone, it was incredibly sexy.

"Brookelle." I said, shaking his soft, masculine hand.  

"You must be here for Aiden's party." He said.

I simply nodded,
"How do you know Aiden?" I stated, curiously. 

"Thought you would have known. I'm his half brother."

I was shocked. But quickly regained myself. 
"Oh." Was all I could manage to squeak out from me.

"Sorry, I have to go meet up with some friends," I said quickly
"Maybe I will run into you again."

"I hope so, Brookelle." Jeremy said, just barely above a whisper. I had to lean in, just to hear.


** ** ** ** ** 

"Mission. Find Aiden." I thought.
'Oh, screw it.' 

I walked over to the house bar, 
yes. They have a flipped bar, and ordered a coke. 
I don't enjoy getting drunk. In the end, you do something you regret, or make a fool out of yourself.

Aiden's POV.

I walked outside to get some fresh air. Girls. 
'Girls everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I love sex and sex loves me.
Sometimes I just get tired. And god knows, since I am the only air to our throne since I am pure royalty, I had to find a queen. 
And truth to be told, these girls that I sleep with, they aren't queen material. 
All I wanted was to be normal. 
Maybe I could give the throne to Jeremy? '

I heard talking and light laughing.
As I rounded the corner to the front, I saw the new girl.
'Bethany? Brea? Brook?
Brookelle! That was her name. God, she was hot.'

I looked beside her, to see she was with my half brother, Jeremy. 
'Speak of the devil.' I sighed to myself. 

I saw Brookelle walk into the house, and saw her sit by the bar. 
'I need a good screw. Maybe she's good in bed.'  I grinned at myself. I was such a dirty little horn dog. Tsk on me. 

"Care to dance?" I whispered into Brookelle's ear, seductively. 
"Dance or grind?" She replied back, winking at me while I followed her to the dance floor. 

"I’m loose
And everybody knows I get off the train
Baby it’s the truth
I’m like inception I play with your brain
So I don’t sleep I snooze
I don’t play no games so don’t get it confused no
Cos you will lose yeah
Now pump it up
And back it up like a Tonka truck
That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy"

We started grinding on the dance floor, and things begun to get heated up. Her body felt so amazing pressed up against mine. I knew she was different, but I couldn't help it. My hormones were craving her. 

"All I need is some vodka and some… coke
And watch… get donkey konged
… if you’re ready for things to get heavy
I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me
Don’t believe me just vet me
My name ain’t Keath but I see why you Sweat me
L.A. Miami New York
Say no more get on the floor. "

I couldn't help it. I can't help it. 
Sex ruins every relationship for me. But god, It's great. 

Who knew one girl could make me feel so good, even without the sex.