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I open my eyes barely to be met with the brightness of the sun shining in my eyes. I reach over to grab my glasses of of my night stand but I can't find them. Then I remember the guy I met last night.
I look down to see I'm in a t-shirt and someone's arm is draped across my waist. I look back over my shoulder and the guy is still sleeping.
Great, how am I supposed to leave when this guy is on top of me?
I try my best to slip out from under the guy's arm without waking him. As soon as I get out from under him, I drop my phone on the ground, making a loud noise.
I hear grumping coming from the guy, "Shhh... Quiet down a bit." I laugh at him as he rolls over to where I was laying. This guy is so attractive.
I put the spandex I had on under my skirt last night on under the large t-shirt. I put my Louboutin heels back on and I grab my skirt, bodysuit, and keys. I look back at the guy in the bed, should I? Nah. I walk out of his room, quietly trying to leave the house without anyone else seeing me.
I'm almost out the front door when I hear, "Genevieve?" I roll my eyes, turning around. York Vanderbilt.
"Oh, hey York! Long time no see!" He nods his head slowly. He's picking up trash off of the ground, which is shocking as to why he doesn't have someone else clean them.
I look over York Vanderbilt. He is very attractive. He had his family's genes. But he also has his brother's asshole attitude. If he still looks the same, then I can't imagine what Banks looks like.
York puts the trash bag down, "Do you need a ride?"
I hesitate before nodding my head, "Yes, please, if you don't mind."
He walks over to the counter, grabbing his keys. "Let's go." I follow him to the front door, but he stops and turns around, "Whose shirt is that?"
I look down, embarrassed that I don't know the name of the guy I met last night, I shrug my shoulders, "It's, my... Brother's." What I can't see is the huge smirk on York's face as he laughs quietly to himself.
We go out to his car and he drives me back to Bellamy. Before I get out I turn to him, "York, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"
He sighs and looks at me, "Genevieve, just because you and my little brother don't get along doesn't mean I have to hate you. Plus, I don't think Banks hates you that much."
I give him a look, "Why do you say that?"
York grins, "Just a hunch." I get out of the car and he drives off.
Banks Vanderbilt not hating me? Wow, in what world?
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