I, first off, just want to say thank you so much for 700.000+ reads!!! This is absolutely incredible!

When I first published this story, I expected a few hundred reads, if I were to be so lucky- but now, we're slowly but steadily approaching a million reads. A goddamn million. This is completely out of the world, and I love and appreciate every read, vote, and comment so much.

Anyway, let's get back to the story- we've jumped to Paigy's birthday, just FYI.

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"Happy birthday, to you, happy birthday to you-"

My eyes shot open, squinting at the light.

"Happy birthday, my Love, happy birthday to... you,"

I kept squinting and blinking, finally being able to open my eyes to find Allen kneeling by my side of the bed, a dessert plate with a cupcake overflowing with frosting, a lit candle on top in his hands. I smiled.

"Happy birthday, Love,"

My heart swelled. "Thanks," I looked at the curtains, slivers of clear light shining through them.

"What time is it?"

He smiled. "12. Now come on- I've made you chocolate chip pancakes. Also... I have gifts," he smiled. I narrowed my eyes.

"I told you I didn't want anything. How could you buy me anything, if I didn't ask for anything?"

He shrugged. "I might've come up with a thing or two. Now come on, before breakfast gets cold, but first-" he held out the cupcake a little further. "-blow out the candle, and make your wish."

I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath and blowing the stupid candle out. I wish... that dad gets his shit together.

I sighed. "Alright, time for eating-"

He put a finger up to stop me. "Wait, first, I have your first gifts for you-" he reached behind the nightstand, to the floor, and pulled up two wrapped gifts, as well as a shoebox. I sighed.

"What part of I don't want gifts don't you understand?" I couldn't help laughing just a little.

Allen smiled. "The 'don't' part,"

I shook my head, getting up to a sitting position. I started with the smaller of the gifts. It was soft. With a little shake of my head, I pulled at the string wrapped around the gift, Allen watching with a weird little smirk. Oh no.

I ripped the paper apart, my cheeks reddening as I did. Allen. I pulled out a white lace bra, with matching underpants. All flowers and lace, white as snow. I gave him a deadpan stare. "You kidding?"

He took a deep breath. "The lady at the store said that it was very comfortable, and also you'll look so fucking hot in it,"

I laughed and laid it aside, taking the other gift into my hand. I tore the paper apart, blue fabric coming into view. I lifted it up in front of me, finally being able to see what it was. A light blue, wrap-around summer dress. "Uuuh, I really like this!" I ran my fingers over the fabric.

Finally, I pulled the lid off the shoebox, a pair of heeled sandals coming into view. Two simple straps of black leather, with a one-inch heel. I sighed again. "I've got to admit, I really love this- thank you very much, Allen. Now get out so I can get dressed,"

Allen clicked his tongue, the cocky look that he'd had on his face more and more often lately showing up. "Come on, Love, ain't nothing I haven't seen before," he winked. I pushed him off the bed.

"Don't care. Out."

He chuckled and went out the door, leaving me alone. I pulled his t-shirt, which he'd given me to sleep in, over my head, and pulled my underwear off, sliding the new pair on. Alright... these feel really good to wear. Even the bra was surprisingly comfortable, by bra standards, at least.

Then I wrapped the dress around me, tying a little bow, and finally reached for the shoes, I put them on and walked into the closet, taking a look at myself in the full figure mirror, twirling around. The dress flew around me as I did, and a girlish squeal left me. I feel like a princess.

Soon I was walking down the stairs, the scent of chocolate and pancakes filling the air. Yes. I turned around, into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I did. No fucking way.

A pile of gifts worthy of Dudley Dursley was on the breakfast table, wrapped in different colored papers, four envelopes next to them. I groaned. "Allen..."

He held his hands up. "Hey hey hey, this isn't all me. My parents sent a few things too, as well as my sister... and your parents. They'll be coming over tomorrow, by the way, and they'll be meeting my family, for real this time,"

Yay, a new thing to worry about. I shook my head. "This is way too much... and how does your family know about my birthday?" I glared at him.

He shrugged oh so innocently. Bastard.

I took a seat at the kitchen island, where a pile of pancakes had already been placed on a plate in front of me. This man.

We ate our breakfast, after which Allen cleared the table, and I reluctantly took a stand in front of the breakfast table, staring uncomfortably at the mountain of gifts piled on top of it. I'd only ever seen this many gifts in one place in movies. Two years, on my 8th and 11th birthday, I hadn't gotten any gifts at all, because money had been tight. I crossed my arms.

"Is something wrong, Love?"

I shrugged. "This is all... a little much. I'm not used to all of this. I'm used to a single cupcake, and one gift at most... I'm just trying to adjust,"

He wrapped his arms behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Please do. You deserve the world. This is nothing, and trust me, with my family you'll have to get used to tons of gifts. You've gone through massive change in the past few months, you were so stressed out all the time, and you've grown as a person, and overcome prejudices. You deserve to be treated a little,"

I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it, before sighing and taking a step closer to the table. Picking up the first gift. It wasn't very big, just a square. "That one is from my mother," Allen informed me from behind.

I nodded and ripped the paper aside, a picture of an old mansion-ish building, the words 'Wellness Weekend' written in cursive over the top.

Allen chuckled from behind. "My mother is quite annoyed that you and my side of the family aren't... closer. She was so annoyed that her birthday dinner was so awkward. So in the spring, you, my mother and my sisters will be going on some sort of wellness resort. She says they've got massages and warm pools and cold pools and all sorts of things there. She's very excited,"

I took a deep breath, laying it aside. "I guess that could be... fun," I shrugged. And also a disaster... but Lila is quite sweet, and great at breaking the ice. Sure, it could actually be so fun. "It could be really fun," I looked around the pile. "I don't even know which one to pick..."

"Green one- that is from my sister. She wouldn't tell me what it was," he shook his head, but then eyes the little box suspiciously. It was smaller than the first one, and harder. I picked it up and ripped the paper off of it, being met with a really small metal can, a picture of needles and thread on the front- attached to it was a sticky note with the words you'll need these.

"A sewing kit?" I furrowed my brows and tried to pull the lid off, despite the fact that it refused to give in. I pulled just a little harder, the lid popping off, a ton of little colored things falling to the floor, as I dropped both the lid and the can on the floor, the metal ringing out to the room when it hit the tiles.

I bent down to pick them up, my hands freezing as I suddenly realized what all the little colored things were, and Allen groaned behind me. Little square foil packages, rings in all of them. My hands jerked away from the condoms as I scrambled to get on my feet.

"Allen why is your sister like this?!" I turned around.

He shook his head, massaging his temples. "She has always enjoyed playing pranks on people. Trust me, she will also be calling later today to ask you if you liked the gift. She's terrible," he sighed.

Alright. Lila isn't so great anymore. I shook my head, pushing the condoms aside with the tips of my feet. Allen chuckled behind me. "I agree that it's a little... awkward, but it is just... condoms. They won't burn you. And now that we're on the topic of birth control... you have an appointment with the best gynecologist in this pack on Thursday, at 4 o'clock."

My cheeks burned crimson. "Oh, uh... thanks," I mumbled, quickly fumbling through the gifts to find a new one. This was tiny.

"That's from me. One of them."

I sighed and pulled off the paper, to find a tony jewelry box, like the one you have proposal rings in. My hands froze, and I took a deep breath. "Allen, I've got to be honest with you- if this is you proposing, that's gonna be a no. I love you, I really do, but I'm turning 17- proposals and wedding bells can wait another five to ten years,"

He chuckled behind me. "Good to know. But no worries- just open it,"

And so I did, to find a pair of silver oval earrings, tiny diamonds along the edges. My hand came up to touch the necklace Allen had given me, the heart. These were exactly like it... well, yeah, except for being oval.

"Figured you needed a matching set."

I turned around to him with a grin, heading over and wrapping my arms around him. "Thank you, I love them,"

He cupped my face with his hands. "I love you,"

A smile spread on my face. "I know. You too- will you help me put them in?" He nodded and I turned around, feeling as he slipped the little metal pieces through the holes in my ears and put on the lock. I turned around, to make them dangle at my ears, smiling like a fucking idiot as they jingled.

He grinned and nodded. "Definitely the right choice,"

"Yeah, they look great- I love that they match the necklace,"

He shook his head, gently stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "I didn't mean the earrings. I meant you. The moon goddess made the perfect choice, you are... everything I could've ever wished for, and so much more,"

My cheeks heated. "Well, uh..." I cleared my throat. "That's one way to tell me happy birthday,"

He chuckled again, and then I returned to my way too many gifts.

My own parents got me a massive, blue and green, giant knit blanket, Along with a keyring- in it there was a piece of paper, where each of them had written a message about how they loved me. After I'd opened it, Allen had rubbed his neck awkwardly, acknowledging that he should probably give me my own key to the house.

To my great surprise, Allen's father had gotten me a gift as well- a pair of high-quality, noise-canceling headphones. I suspected it had something to do with the fact that I at the dinner with Allen's family had made a quick comment about how I hated when I could hear the outside world when listening to music, due to the shitty quality of any and all earbuds I'd ever been able to afford for myself.

The rest of Allen's family had given me gifts as well- the twins had gotten me a kindle, his youngest sister Emmely had given me a hand-knitted skeleton, made like a teddy bear, except for the obvious fact that it was a skeleton. She and I shared an interest in serial killers. And most adorably, Allen's little brother Austin had hand-drawn on a coffee cup for me. With pictures of rockets, a trophy, and a magic wand surrounded by sparkles, worlds's best sister in law written in block letters in red and blue.

Oh, and let's not forget the best of them all- Lila's second gift for me, a copy of 'Pocket Kama Sutra'. Allen had laughed his ass off at the sight of my face after he'd had to explain to me exactly what the Kama Sutra was.

Allen himself gave me books, one on the Ted Bundy murders, one on the Jeffrey Dahmer murders, one about all the big serial killers before 1960, and one on the history of childbirth and midwives. He also gave me the softest pajamas I'd ever felt, as well as a pair of crocodile slippers, which were absolutely adorable

I sighed, allowing myself a satisfied nod. "Alright, all done," I sighed, picking up the paper from the table and heading for the trashcan.

"Not quite- there's one more thing-" he gestured for me to wait where I was, which I did.

When he returned back to the kitchen, he had both his hands behind his back, and a massive smile on his face. I took a deep breath. Oh no.

"Pick a hand," I rolled my eyes, and pointed at his left arm. He shook his head, still smiling. "Wrong one, try again,"

I clicked my tongue and gestured to the right arm. He grinned and handed me a piece of paper. I gently took it from his hand and read the headline.

Lane Lenny's driving school.

Thank you for applying for Lane Lenny's driving school- we'll be sure to get you on the roads as fast and efficiently as possible, and make you feel safe driving in all sorts of conditions and weathers.

Your first class, in which you'll be introduced to the basics of road safety, car upkeep, road signs, and first aid will be on:

Thursday, January 19th, 3.30-5.45

I looked up from the paper. "You've paid for driving classes?"

He nodded, that stupid wide smile still plastered across his face. "You wanna see what I got in the other hand?"

Narrowing my eyes, I held out my hand, flat with palm up. His smile widened just a little more, his eyes sparkling, looking like a kid on Christmas morning, as he pulled his closed hand from behind his back, dramatically holding it over my hand.

Metal clanged as it hit my palm, and I took it up to my face to examine closer. A little oval covered in black leather, a button on the side. I pressed it, a metal rod popping out. No fucking way. I am going to kill this man.

"You... got me... a... CAR?! Oh my... Allen you... this is way way way way over the top... Allen, what the fuck?" I placed the key on the kitchen island.

He held his hands up in defense. "I didn't get you a car... I'm giving you a car, which I got for myself, but I never use and it's better that someone makes use of it, and it's also very safe so I thought it'd be ideal for you, since you wanted to get your driver's license,"

I ran through all of the cars from the garage in my head. "Which one?" If it's the Ashton Martin I will murder him with the key.

"It's the Mercedes Guard. It's very safe, basically bulletproof, and designed to squash around you, but leave you safe in the driver's seat in case of an accident. Also, the brakes are made to be double-triple safe, so yeah, it's the only car I will ever let you drive on your own unless some other car manufacturer makes some sort of safer model that you'd want me to buy for you- which, by the way, if that's the case, just say so,"

I held my finger up, telling him I needed a moment, and so he shut up. I folded my hands together, ran them over my face, trying to force the anger out of my body. This rich piece of bastard is wayyy too much.

Deep breaths, Paige, deep breaths. Go to your happy place.

And so I did, my happy place being the pool a week ago, with me sitting on the edge, legs spread, Allen's face between them, and my bikini bottoms floating around in the lit-up pool. Yeah, that was most definitely a very...  very happy place.

With a last deep breath, I opened my eyes. Allen seemed quite surprised when I did. I had a nagging feeling that thanks to my little happy place, I didn't look as mad as I wanted to.

He furrowed his brows. "What happened, why aren't you furious anymore? I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, I'm just really confused,"

I couldn't help a little perverted smile moving onto my lips. "I... just accidentally... my thoughts traveled to our little... uh swim, last week. You know after we'd barbecued and watched the sunset..."

He pursed his lips. "Hm... I have no recollection of anything like that happening lately... could you be a bit more specific?" he grinned, the glint back in his eyes. This man is going to be the death of me.

"No, I can't,"

He sighed, throwing up his shoulders in defeat. "Then unfortunately I can't seem to remember..." he took a few steps forwards, his hands snaking around my waist, his face hovering above mine, the naughty glint in his eyes. "...but perhaps, we could try to recreate the scenario... you know, try and get the memory up and running,"

I smiled, standing on my tippy toes and kissing him.

"Hmhmhmmm... I wouldn't mind, after it's gotten dark and we've made sure that no one could see us, but uh... I'm still very much mad at you about the car thing, but I also so happen to be a little horny so you're just lucky that I happened to remember that... particular incident," I ran my hand slowly over his chest, around the back of his neck, running through the hair in his neck, and then down his back, letting my nails press against his shirt, like I knew he liked.

He took a deep breath, leaning his forehead towards mine. "A little you say... hmm... whatever..." he took a step forward, making me take a step back. "...could we..." another step. I held my hands out behind me, my fingertips touching the kitchen island. "...do about..." he took another step, and I was pressed against the granite, my breathing shallow. "...that?" He finished, his eyes dark.

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Before I knew it I was on the counter, my head rolling to the side as Allen began devouring my neck. My legs spread apart, and his hand slit down there, rubbing me through the material with the base of his palm. Oh my fucking god.

My head rolled back, and he moved from the side of my neck to my throat, moving down. HE kissed along both of my collarbones, his free hand snaking up and pulling at the string holding my dress together. The fabric softly glided to the side, my skin exposed. He kissed down, through the valley between my breasts, moving to the left, gently pressing his teeth into the fabric covering my nipples. Jehu-sus fuck.

I laid down flat on my back, the blood rushing through my veins fast and faster as he kissed along the lower rim of the bralette, and then finally moved down, blowing a bit of air into my navel on the way down. Oh-ho-ho-ho... this is...

His fingers moved in under the side of my underwear, traveling up and down along the outside of my slit, but avoiding touching at the very top where I wanted to be touched the most. I'd found out through the last few weeks that Allen had a certain love for slow- to the point of torturous- sex... or whatever you could call this.

I, however, was more of a quick-to-the-good-part kinda gal. Which he just looooved taking advantage of.

Although, thankfully, I'd quickly found out his weakness to get him to quit the weakness...

"Allen, please," my eyes rolled into the back of my head, but just as I knew, my underwear was slowly pulled down my legs, Allen kissing his way down my thighs on the way. He loves it when I beg.

I spread my legs apart just a little more, giving his head room, and boy did he make use of it.

His tongue was quick to find that wonderful little burning spot at the very top, his fingers going back to the up-and-down on the outside bullshit. I tipped my hip up forcefully, and thankfully he got the hint. He pressed just a little more, fingers moving around in a