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Chapter 1.

Elliot Anderson

His hand caressed the back of my palm gently as he left soft, sweet kisses along my collarbone.

I let out a soft moan and he attempted to leave his mark on my neck.

"That's enough for today, Ben." I whispered into his ear as I pushed his body off of mine.

He let out a groan, "Not again Elliot, why do you always do this?"

I giggled as I combed through my tangled hair with my delicate fingers.

I headed towards his massive mirror, ready to reapply my signature red lipstick that had worn off because of our antics.

He approached me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wriggled out of his grip easily.

"You're not my boyfriend Ben, I have other boys to deal with" I swiftly placed my lipstick in his hand. "Keep it as a reminder. It's almost finished anyway"

I shot him a cheeky smile before leaving him, dumfounded in his bedroom. I snuck down the pretty staircase admiring the beautiful art that had decorated the wall along it.

Must've been expensive. What a shame it would be if one got wrecked.

I smirked before leaning into the painting and planting a big kiss on it, leaving a cherry red lipstick mark.

"Whoops" I giggled and quickly ran down the rest of the staircase and out through the big wooden door.

I spotted my car straight away and jumped in. Starting the engine, I turned the radio on and headed home. My work is done for today.

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As soon as I pushed open the door to my house, I was flooded by the sweet smell of food.

I headed for the kitchen to see what my mom was cooking.

"Elliot!" My little brother, Wesley ran towards me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. He let out a squeal of delight as I knelt down to lift him up.

"I've missed you, Wes" I whispered as I held him tight.

"I know, but Mommy said I had to go stay with Aunt Paula for a while" He pouted at me.

My Mom sent Wesley to live with my aunt for a while as she wasn't well.

I placed Wesley in his seat at the table and took the seat across from him.

"Hi, Elliot darling" My Mom sighed, "How are you feeling today?"

"Fine as usual, Mom" I let out a weak smile.

"Honey, I know it's hard for you and I think you should get some hel-" I cut her off.

"No, Mom I told you I'm fine" I took a deep breath. "Why won't you just listen to me?"

She came over and took a seat next to me, lowering her voice so that Brandon wouldn't hear. Not that he was listening anyway, he was too busy engrossed with his toys.