Beautiful Dirty Rich

Excuse My French

Hey there lovelies <3

I managed to update today so I probably won't this Weekend..I'm so so so so sorry that I let you wait so Long but my last week was so stressfull..and my next weeks will be stressy too cause I have to learn for my finals :'(( but I'm trying to update regularly..:)

And theeen I wanted to say a big thank you to all of you who read my Story and voted and even left a comment! I appreciate it so much and please don't hesitate to vote and comment!<3 You make me so happy :'D

But now I don't want to stop you from reading :) Hope you like it! If you do, just let me know <3

Oooh and I dedicated this chapter to TheGirlThatLaughs_, the lovely author of Like Totally 1&2..if you haven't read it already I order you to do because it's just perfect!!! It's one of my absolute faves here on wattpad!! :) Just go and read! :))

xoxo

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I almost choked. “And he just stared at you? “ I started laughing the tears running down my cheeks and let down my fork.

We were sitting in Finns huge kitchen, around the black marble kitchen island. He just had made us scrambled-eggs with bacon and a full glass of fresh orange juice. At the moment he was sitting in front of me, taking a sip from his juice.

“Well, it wasn’t that funny.” Finn stated fake-offended but the corners of his mouth twitched. It only made me laugh harder. I was clutching my stomach and wiped away the tears.

“Oh my god, best story ever.” It was all I was able to say.

He gave me a beautiful half-smile and just shoved his fork into his mouth. Still giggling I started to pick at my scrambled-eggs. We ate silently. But it was a comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

“Um” hesitantly I looked up. Finn raised his eyebrow.

“Why did you take me- like you know- home with you? Were we going to- you know?” I spluttered nervously. “I mean yesterday.” I added as I saw his confused face.

“You don’t remember?” He asked shocked. I nodded slightly no. He sighed.

“We weren’t. You were quite hammered and some guy tried to- you know- but I pushed him away and then you wanted to go home. You were crying and just hardcore drunk and didn’t remember your address. And then you just fell asleep on my shoulder. So I had to take you with me.” He explained shrugging and started to eat his eggs again.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed feeling my cheeks burn. “I’m SO sorry. God, this is so embarrassing. I’m so sorry!” I buried my face in my palms.

I heard Finns laughing. “Don’t be. I can’t complain about sleeping next to you.” He wiggled his eyebrows as I looked up.

“Ass” I scowled at him, my blush deepening.

He smirked. “And I can’t complain about our make-out session either.”

My jaw flung open. “Our what?”

“You don’t remember either? What a shame.” The last part was mumbled.

“Shit! What the hell did I do else? Body-shots?!” I ran through my hair, gripping the roots.

“Well…kind of?” It sounded more like question than a statement.

“I did?!” I screamed practically.

“Chill! I was the one taking the shots.”

I cussed some curses under my breath while flattening the scrambled egg I had left on my plate. “Who was the guy?” I asked and my heart raced.