**This is the final chapter, however I will make an epilogue!! This chapter will be a bit longer to tie loose ends, so I hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for your support!!

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"You are such an asshole, Dean!" 

"Me? You're the one acting like a little brat!" 

"If you're jealous, then just say so!" 

"How in the hell could I be jealous of that cocksucker?" 

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

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Three weeks earlier:

Dean and I haven't seen each other since that awkward situation with Amanda and Andrew. He had to head back to college because for the next three weeks, he has intense football training. That meant that even if I went up there to visit him, it would be pointless because he would either be at practice or asleep.

Instead of wallowing in loneliness, I decided to get my stuff together. For the past few months I have been neglecting my responsibilities because I've been so caught up with Dean.

I have tons of office work to do for my parents, my laundry is piling up, and my "always clean room" has now turned into a complete mess. So, all-in-all, it might be a good thing I'm getting some free time.

I started out the day by waking up at 8:00 AM and heading to my at-home gym. It was a complete time saver as well as it was a money saver. I do some stretches for my warm up, and do a little bit of cardio followed by some weight lifting to maintain my toned physique.

After my workout, I got ready for the day, ate breakfast, and did the dreaded office work I have been putting off. Numbers after numbers, and page after page, I finally got caught up.

My vision had become so blurred from having to look at so many numbers and having to type them out on the computer. I decided to give myself a much needed break before I continued the hustle. I put my bathing suit on and headed outside to tan for a little bit. I needed to use the summer sun to my advantage, and a healthy work balance is needed, or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I let my already golden skin soak up the warm sun. I had put together a playlist of my favorite relaxation songs when I was working out earlier, so this moment was pure bliss. It felt so nice to just breathe and not worry or do any work.

After a good hour, I head back inside to my room, where I'm needed next. I throw some comfortable clothes back on, and start by putting some laundry in the washer and making my bed. I organize a few things around my room that had gotten messy, and at this point I was thankful for my OCD. 

It is almost 10:00 PM by now and all of my cleaning is done, aside from the last load of laundry in the dryer. I finally kickback, and enjoy some TV in the living room while I'm waiting for the last load of laundry to finish.

I open my phone up and see multiple notifications, but my eyes zone in on Dean's text messages.

Dean: Hey, baby. I hope you had a good day.

Every night before he goes to sleep, he sends me a text message telling me he's thinking about me or that he hopes I'm in his dreams. It makes my heart melt at the gesture. Sometimes he'll call me, but other nights he passes out and forgets to call. 

I smile at the text and send him a flirty response back. I miss him so much. It's only been a week but I feel like my heart is torn. I want to see my baby again.

As soon as I'm done fawning over his texts, I get startled by a deep voice behind me. "Ew, that's so gross. Y'all flirt?" Keith hunches down to where his face is right next to mine, trying to look at our texts.

Not only is he serious, but his voice sounds disturbed. If he knew everything we did, he would try to kill Dean. 

"Yes, and you don't flirt with his sister?" I say already knowing the answer. The freaked out man walks around the couch and lounges next to me, kicking his feet up on my legs.

"I do a lot more than flirt with Sarah." He smirks, making me feel repulsed at the information. Instead of letting it bother me, I decide to mess with him too.

"I could say the same about Dean." I slyly say, making my head lean back on the couch as I imagine everything we've done. Keith's face immediately drops in disgust, which makes this even more satisfying.

"What, do y'all hold hands or compliment each other's eyes?" His voice full of sarcasm. I knew anytime he would use sarcasm or insults as a response, whatever I said got to him. That's always been his tell and it makes my ego scream in victory.

"No, we do nasty, dirty things to each other." I blurt out not thinking about how that's his friend that I'm talking about. His face immediately looks displeased with me, but I couldn't care less. 

"So, you're asking me to kill him, yes?" I playfully hit his shoulder, making him laugh. He really wasn't as overprotective as I thought. 

He takes the remote from my hands and turns it on to the sports channel. "Hey, I was watching that!" I reach over to him, trying to grab the remote. He lifts it above his head and pins my lower body down with his legs making me unable to move. I accept defeat and let him watch his channel. 

"Get your legs off of me! You know this is a recliner, right?" I roll my eyes at him, making him get even more comfortable with his legs on top of mine.

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It had know been two weeks since I saw Dean. He and I had arranged for a vacation to the beach next weekend, once he was done with his training. Although I was running errands like a madwoman, the days couldn't go by any slower. I couldn't wait for the weekend trip.

Amanda and I got to hang out a little bit this week which was nice because I haven't been getting to see her as much now that she's dating Andrew. 

Unfortunately, a lot of the things we talked about were about Andrew. She keeps making me reassure her that I don't have a problem with them dating. The thing is, I really don't. I just want Amanda to be happy. However, knowing Andrew, he wouldn't be able to keep that promise for long.

I debated telling her about Andrew kissing me, but decided to not. She seemed to infatuated with him right now which means she would only turn against me.

"You remember when we had a sex competition?" I blurt out. Amanda's not one to shy away from a risqué conversation, however my question made her blush and giggle like a little girl. 

I playfully hit her shoulder, laughing with her. "Why are you getting all nervous on me?" I laugh at her rosy pink cheeks. 

"It's just, I can't believe that happened!" She says nervously, looking down at her lap where she's playing with her bracelet on her left wrist.

"I have a question." I state. She nods back, giving me permission to continue. 

"Why did you use your fake moans?" I say with a confused expression, but still keeping the conversation light-hearted.

"Athena!" She playfully hits my shoulder, blushing even more at my question. "It's just because I was nervous since you were in the other room. It's not that he wasn't good." Her last words not sounding completely true.

I nod, pretending that I believe everything she just said, because it really isn't my place to be asking. "Oh, okay. I was just wondering!" I send her a reassuring smile.

She looks more somber than when we started the conversation. "Amanda, hey-"

"I lied." She blurts out. "Wes's dick is so much better!" She whines out, falling back on the bed. Instead of asking who Wes is, I try to comfort her and listen to her rambles. 

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not dating Andrew for dick, if I was I would be disappointed." She mumbles the last part under hear breath. I don't think I was meant to hear that. 

"But his personality isn't that great either. It was better when he was drunk. Maybe I should take him to a party. And he's always mumbling about this bitch 'Nina' in his sleep."

I cut her off, deciding to tell her who he really is. It's clear that he still has some type of feelings for me, and he was just stringing her along. Fortunately, she takes it well, she almost seems relieved.

"I'm so sorry he forced himself on you and kissed you." She says, looking down at her hands. I felt terrible for having to tell her, but she reassures me saying something about how she can't wait to "pounce on Wes's big dick". 

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"Dean, this is such a beautiful view!" I chirp out, looking out from the balcony onto the white sand beach with clear blue waters. 

"Tell me about it." He smirks at me, pulling me into his arms. 

"Go get ready. I'm hungry for some good food." Dean says rubbing his stomach.

"Okay, okay!" He pushes me back into the condo where I head to the bedroom.

It's only noon so we were going to get lunch, and then go do some activities that we have yet to decide. 

I put on an off-white blouse with some white denim shorts paired with my favorite sandals, and head to the seafood restaurant Dean had requested to go to.

"Mmm, taste this salmon, baby." Dean brings his fork to my mouth, making me take a big bite of his food. He had the biggest smile on his face when I nodded in agreement that the salmon was good. He is such a big baby.

We ate the rest of our food, and Dean dragged me around the tourist shops and locations, until we finally got to the beach. It was now about 4:00, so we still had plenty of time to do something else. 

"Hey, look! You wanna go swimming with sharks?" He points at a sign with a date and time for that event. 

"Uh, what else is our options." I say widening my eyes at the thought of swimming with sharks. He holds my hand in his, making me feel completely content.

We continue walking on the beach, looking at the ocean, tourist events, and so on. "What about that?" I point to a hut with surfing boards around it. "Surfing lessons?" Dean says with a tone that tells me he's bored.

"Please!" I tug his arm like a child, looking up at him while batting my eyelashes. "Alright!" He caves with a smile growing on his face as he sees how happy it made me.

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"Wow, you're a natural!" The surfing instructor smiles at me as I come back from riding my first wave. He had a bit of an accent that sounded French.

"Thanks!" I walk over to Dean who has an expression telling me he's not pleased. Though I couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was because the instructor was having to put his hands on my body to help me get the hang of surfing? 

"You did so good, baby" Dean pulls me in by my waist and cups my face with his hands, making sure to let everyone around us, specifically the young surfing instructor, know that I was his.

After a few seconds of Dean making out with me, I grow uncomfortable and push him away, widening my eyes trying to non-verbally communicate with him.

Dean goes next, making sure to show off as he perfectly and effortlessly surfs on a large wave. There's no way he hasn't done that before. 

While Dean continues wowing me, Léo, starts conversation with me. "So, what brings you here?" He asks gently. "Dean and I just wanted to get away together!" I make my answer short but sweet, knowing this would make Dean uncomfortable.

"I have to ask, are you French?" I ask shyly. I receive a big smile from him. "Yes! Are you from there?" He is completely intrigued.

"No, I just am fluent in French and I could hear your accent!" I smile.

"Alors pendant tout ce temps on aurait pu parler français?" He laughs, making his dimples obvious. (Translation: So all this time we could've been speaking French?)

"Ce serait utile ! J'ai besoin de pratiquer davantage!" I respond. (Translation: It would be useful! I need to practice more!)

Before we can continue our conversation, Dean comes up being me and wraps his arms around my body, pushing my back into his chest. "Did you see me?" He asks, my eyes trail down to his toned abdominal muscles that are soaking wet.

"Yes, baby! You were incredible! Was that your first time?" I ask the tall man in front of me. "Yup. I guess I'm a quick learner." He says while looking at the instructor.

"Well, I had a great time teaching you both!" He says, oblivious to the remark Dean made towards him. "Athéna, n'oubliez pas de pratiquer votre français!" He takes my hand and gives it a light peck, and then shakes Dean's much larger hand. (Translation: Athena, remember to practice your French!). 

"Bien sûr!" I chirp out, receiving a very confused look from Dean. (Translation: Of course!)

"What the fuck was that?" He spits, sounding full of jealousy. "He's French!" I smile, trying to diffuse his anger. 

"You know French?" The giant was mad and I sure as hell wasn't going to let that ruin my trip.

 "Yup!" I smile and head back to the water to surf.

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"You are such an asshole, Dean!" I gripe at him. I feel my blood boil at his immaturity.

"Me? You're the one acting like a little brat!" 

"If you're jealous, then just say so!"

"How in the hell could I be jealous of that cocksucker?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!" 

Dean paces in the living room of the condo, working himself up about the French man. "I didn't even know you spoke French! What kind of boyfriend doesn't know his girlfriend speaks French?" He finally sits down on the couch next to me. 

"Dean, it's late. Can we just call it a night?" I accept my defeat and look up at him to see with sleepy eyes. He nods, but picks me up and throws me on his shoulder. Before I can protest we are out on the balcony.

"Are you gonna throw me off?" I hit his muscular back but he doesn't budge. "No." I can just hear him rolling his eyes. He sets me down and turns me around to where I can see the ocean view. He stands behind me, wrapping his hands on my waist.

He slides my PJ shorts off along with my thong. "Dean, what are you-" I'm immediately cutoff from an intense pleasure. He's going down on me from the back! 

Before I can say anything, I moan out from the pleasure. I can feel him sucking my clit as he grabs a handful of my ass. "Fuck, Dean." I curse out.

"No. I wanna hear you speak French." He momentarily stops sucking my clit but resumes once he's done talking. Normally I would be afraid that people could see us, but because we were on the top floor and the condos were spaced out from each other, we didn't have to worry too much.

"Tu fais ça si bien putain." I moan as he slips his middle finger inside of me. (Translation: You do that so fucking well.)

"Good girl." He comes up behind me, taking off his shorts and teasing my pussy with his dick. He gently enters in me, causing us both to moan. 

He maintains slow thrusts as he glides one of his hands up my back, fisting my hair, while the other hand stays on my hip. "Baise moi plus fort." I almost whine out.

"What does that mean, baby?" He says in between thrusts. 

"Fuck me harder!" I try not to say too loudly. He listens and thrusts harder into me, making my knuckles white as my grip on the railing tightens. 

He continues fucking me senseless, whispering dirty things in my ear. The sound of his voice saying those things helps me reach my climax. "je vais jouir. Ne t'arrête pas!" I breathe out. "I'm going to cum. Don't stop!" I repeat myself in English so he understands me.

My body convulses as I cum on his dick, while he continues to thrust into me. "Merde. j'aime cette bite." I barely get out as his thrusts get harder and faster. (Translation: Fuck. I love that dick.) 

I hear Dean curse under his breath as he cums inside of me, filling my body with the warm liquid. 

He takes his dick out of me and throws me back on his shoulder. "Come on, baby. Let's get cleaned up and go to sleep."

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"Dean?" I wake up to an empty bed. I scan the room but don't see him. I look at the clock on the end-table that says 3:46 AM. 

I hop out of bed and call his name while I search the condo. I step out on the balcony, and there he is. He's lounged back in a chair wearing nothing more than sweatpants that hang low, leaving me able to scan the rest of his body. 

I don't say anything, but instead crawl into his lap. "Are you okay?" He whispers as he brushes his hands through my hair. I nod with my head crammed in his neck. 

"Are you?" I ask softly. 

After a moment of silence, he finally speaks up. "What else are you good at that I don't know?" He continues rubbing my head.

"I'm really good at the piano. I can speak Spanish and a little bit of Italian as well. I'm ambidextrous which means I can use both my right and left hand equally." I mumble out as I trace my fingers across his chest.

"You are incredible, you know that?" He kisses the top of my head.

"Yeah, I know." I smile against his chest, finding comfort in hearing his heart beat.

"Move in with me." He says after a moment of silence. I hear his heart beat thump harder, but I can't hear it once I lift my head up to see his.

"What?" I ask looking puzzled. 

"I don't want to spend a minute apart." 

"Are you sure? I mean, what if my parents say no?" I ask wearily.

"You're an adult." He says softly, brushing my hair back out of my face.

"It's not too soon?" I look him in the eyes trying to decipher his emotion.

"No. I wanna spend the rest of my every waking moment with the love of my life." And in an instant, my heart races faster than ever, but his is at a steady pace.

"I love you, Athena." He kisses my lips softly, not expecting a response. He looks back to the moon in the sky, as I sit there shocked. 

"Dean-" He interrupts me before I can finish. "It's okay, baby. You don't have to say it unless you're-"

"Je t'aime, mon destin." (Translation: I love you, my destiny.)

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Just so y'all are at peace: no she will not get pregnant.

If anyone is fluent in French, please correct me on any mistakes I might've written. I am not very good at French!

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