"I'm not getting in that," she snorts as we meet my sports car.

"It's a car, Bri," I groan in frustration, "And it can carry only two people, and you happen to be right next to me, so just get in the car and let me drive you home," I protest and she rolls her eyes.

"It looks like all those weirdo cars in Fast and Furious," She groans.

"Okay, firstly those cars aren't weirdo cars, and I'm a millionaire--," God I don't boast about my cars, that's Aaron's job, "And that's why I drive this," I run my hand over my face. I can't believe I'm explaining the reason why I drive a freaking sports car.

"Right, you don't have to keep explaining, I'm getting in your damn car," she snorts as I get the door for her.

"I can get the damn door by myself, this is the problem with men!" She yells to no one in particular.

Once I'm in the driver's seat, and I hit drive, Celine Dion starts singing, My Heart Will Go On. It's all going great, until the chorus and Brittany's knuckles and her entire body starts to turn white and she turns off the music, exhaling a rush of breath.

"I'm sorry....I-- my Mom loved that song," she mutters more to herself than me but I hear her anyway.

"You were visiting her?" I ask and she winces. Great, not talking about that. I've been around Liz enough to know not to talk about the dead. "Right, sorry," I mumble and I think I feel her relax. Finally.

"My Mom died a couple of years ago," she starts.

"You don't have to tell me--,"

"No, it's fine.....I mean, who better to talk about this other than the guy who I recently fucked and who won't leave me alone,"

"Okay, that's fair," I grin at her and a small smile spreads across her face. A freaking smile.

"My Mom was using, I don't know what it was, but yeah," She pauses. "I found her dead, in the bathtub after she overused, or overdosed or whatever the fucking doctors called it," She slaps a hand over her face. "Now I just realized I don't want to talk about it,"

Well.... shit got dark fast. I wasn't expecting that.

"I get it, you think I'm fucked up, that's why Jodie is the only one who knows the mess that is apparently called my life," she laughs. It's a pretty sarcastic sound.

"That's not what I'm thinking, I actually think you're strong, you know, going through all that shit and still smiling. I mean I have both parents so I've never really felt what it's like to be without them," I explain and she sucks in a sharp breath.

She's silent for most of the drive. Not saying anything, just giving me directions and moving her head to the jazz playing on the radio, and it's starting to freak me out, honestly.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I said something wrong," I start apologising as we reach her destination.

"Why are you being nice to me? I've literally done everything to make you stay clear of me and you're still here," she says and my throat bobs. Newsflash, she saw that.

Why I'm I being nice to her?

I don't freaking know.

"Because I'm a nice guy," I manage to get the words out and she snorts, getting out of the car. I'm silent for a moment before I burst out of the car like freaking Romeo.

"Brittany!" I call out and she stops walking.

Walking closer to her, I mutter the only words I can think of, "I'm nice to you because you're insanely crazy, and I think that you being crazy is hot, I don't know if that makes any sense--"

She kisses me.

She freaking kisses me.

And that awakens a primal side of me that I didn't know was ever there; because I throw my hands around her waist, squeezing her ass, taking in all of her addictive scent, until she moans into my mouth and pulls away slowly.

"How's that for crazy?" She whispers seductively and like a guy, my dick gets hard. Fantastic.

"I love that kind of crazy," I whisper back and she sucks in a breath.

"Goodnight, Stones," she purrs, leaving me to deal with my hard dick......alone.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" I choke out. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"No, baby boy, that kiss was just a bonus," she purrs, dismissing me as she closes her front door.

"Right," I mutter to myself as I make my way back to my car. "Just a bonus,"

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"I'm really sorry I couldn't make it to game day," Aaron groans in his kitchen while I make him dinner. It's funny, we were in this exact same position in college, except that he didn't have a girlfriend then.

"It's fine, man, your girlfriend got food poisoning and she needed you. Besides, the guys didn't even miss you, only Justin did," I tell him and he grins.

"There you go again, saying stuff to make me feel better about shit," he laughs.

"That's kinda like my job you know," I tell him.

"Yeah, you make everyone feel better but who's there for you?" There he goes with the hard questions. Questions I don't have answers to.

"Nick!" And that's Liz, running into the kitchen and pulling me into a hug. "I'm so sorry I made him miss game day," she whines and I chuckle, lifting her off her feet and sitting her on the kitchen counter. Aaron does even look at me because he knows I'd never steal his girl.....ever.

"It's fine, besties don't get mad at each other, right?" I wink at her and she giggles.

"Right,"

"Alright, I'm leaving you guys to do the bestie shit, be down in a couple of minutes," he kisses Liz's forehead and dashes upstairs like The Flash.

"I heard the guys talked you into getting laid," she smiles while I bring a piece of bacon to her lips and she munches on it.

"Yeah, about that, I've got a confession to make," she raises a brow, with her mouth full, urging me to continue. "Brittany Cole......does the name ring a bell?" Yes, I know her surname because I may have been stalking her Twitter accounts.

"Yeah, she's my Brand Ambassador, why?" She asks, and then suddenly the bell dings in her head. "Oh my gosh, you boned her?" Her mouth hangs open.

"Yeah, it just sort of happened," I mumble.

"Wow, I mean....wow, I wasn't expecting that," she says. "But that's okay, I mean you're a man and you're free to bone whoever you want to," she shrugs.

"So you're not mad at me for boning your friend?" I ask, just to be sure.

"Brittany and I are hardly friends," she chuckles, "More like Brittany is using me to get more popular and to get more opportunities, I don't blame her though.....it sucks to be jobless,"

"She's using you?"

"Yeah, I figured it out after the ambassador and photo stuff was over. Her friends got their pay and left, but she still stayed," she shrugs. "I want to give her LiAne's big model spot to her but I want her to ask for it, she won't have to bring applications, all she has to do is ask me, I want her to value it."

"Wow, I'm stunned. Why can't she just ask you for the spot, instead of turning around you?"

"You fucked her, you tell me," she grins at me. "But hey, I'm your bestie, and I'm always going to look out for you, and so I'm gonna tell you to watch your back on that one," she whispers and I nod.

Funny enough, it used to be me looking out for her.

"Are you guys done bonding?!" Aaron yells as he hops down the stairs in his incredible height.

"Yeah," Liz smiles as he lifts her in his arms and carries her to the living room.

I end up spending my night with my best friend and his girlfriend who is also my bestie, watching an episode of Friends and eating six boxes of pizza. Liz falls asleep halfway into the episode, leaving me awake with Aaron, who is surprisingly engrossed into the episode.

"Family Dinner Friday night," I tell Aaron, who smiles to himself. "Think Liz can tag along?"

"Yeah, she'd love to," he caresses Liz's hair, staring like her like she's got the moon on her face.
"Now, back to what we were talking about,"

"Aaron, I don't want to talk about all that," I groan lightly. "I look out for you and I look out for myself,"

"Well that's not fair, you won't even let me look out for you, friendship is not supposed to be like that," he sighs.

"Aaron--,"

"No, this is the part I talk and you listen," I nod, "You don't keep secrets from me, but you've kept the secret about a kiss in your childhood from me for as long as I've known you, now that's not fair, you know everything about me,"

"This is different," I grind out, "It's a sad pathetic lonely story that I don't want to tell,"

"Do you think I'd mock you?" He visibly winces.

"I don't know what to think," I avoid looking at him.

"Wow, I officially feel like a bad best friend," he rolls his eyes. I know because I can feel him doing it.

"Aaron, you are a great best friend," I assure him but my sentence falls on deaf ears.

"I'm I, because the past few seconds have proved me wrong," Now he sounds hurt. This is not how this conversation was supposed to go.

"The story of my childhood first kiss is messed up, so don't blame me for being too proud, that I don't want my best friend to know about it," I snap.

"Is she the reason you don't get laid?" He raises a brow, "Because you're saving yourself up for her?"

"Aaron stop it," I snap and he winces. "You have already won, I got a perfect lay from the girl I took home that night, happy?"

"No, I'm not happy, I'm not happy because you won't tell me what's wrong,"

"I think you should take Lizzie to bed," I grind my teeth, ending the conversation.

"Yeah, I think so too," he sighs. Liz chooses now as the time to moan in her sleep. Aaron doesn't spare me so much as a glance as he carries her in his arms and heads upstairs.

Just when I think he's not talking to me again, he stops in his tracks, "Where do you plan on sleeping tonight?" He asks, still not looking at me though.

"Hudson's throwing a party at my place, so um--,"

"The Guest room is empty, knock yourself out," he says and leaves.

I get it, he's mad at me. I'd be mad at him too if he keeps such a secret from me for so long. But the story tied to my first kiss is embarrassing. It's pathetic, because she kissed me and I never saw her again. And there's no way I'm telling Aaron that until I find her. And I hope I'm not too late.

I'm off to the guest room. Taking a shower and throwing on Aaron's PJs when I get a text on my phone.

Crazy Bri - Thank you for driving me home today. I shouldn't have kissed you, now I can't fucking sleep.

Crazy Bri - I hope you can't sleep too, because it'll suck if I'm the only restless one.

I chuckle to myself as I read her message over and over again, thinking about the unexpected kiss and the way I felt when it happened. It was like I wanted to mark her, to make her mine and I've never felt that primal need for someone before. Thinking of this makes my dick hard, so freaking hard that I head to the bathroom to jack off before I go to bed.

It's official. Operation get Brittany Cole back in my bed has begun.

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