A/N: Lmao just because I think it's hilarious and I'm getting dms and messages on discord about this... are you team Scarlett or team Madelyn and why? 👀

Also, I couldn't help myself, this is a double update ♡ chapter 11 is posted ♡

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Scarlett's house was quieter than usual when I arrived. No kids running around, no ambient noise from a cartoon playing in the background.

It was just her, a soft jazz playlist humming in the background, and the warm light of her kitchen that spilled out into the living room.

"About time," Scarlett said, grinning as I walked in, holding the sushi bag in one hand.

She was perched on a stool at the kitchen counter, her hair tied up in a messy bun that was far too attractive for someone claiming to be having a casual night in.

She wore a loose hoodie that hung off one shoulder and a pair of joggers that only made her look effortlessly perfect.

I walked over to her, engulfing her in a hug from behind as I placed a kiss on her cheek before sneaking a quick one on her neck, making her blush.

"Am I late?" I asked, feigning confusion as I set the bag down.

"You're dramatic," she retorted, reaching for the bag. "Let's see what you brought."

"Patience is a virtue, Scar," I teased, pulling the chopsticks out and holding them like a prize. "But first, the real question is—did you actually practice with these?"

Her eyes narrowed playfully as she snatched the chopsticks from me. "As a matter of fact, I did."

I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. "Prove it."

Without breaking eye contact, she plucked a piece of sushi with perfect precision, lifting it to her mouth. She chewed, her smirk widening as I gave a mock-impressed nod.

"Not bad," I said. "But I'll believe you're an expert when you can do it three times in a row."

She attempted another grab, but the sushi slipped, landing on the edge of the plate. "Okay, maybe not three," she admitted, laughing as she popped the rogue piece into her mouth.

We moved to the couch, setting up the sushi and wine on the coffee table. It felt cozy—intimate, even—as we sat cross-legged across from each other, passing soy sauce packets back and forth like it was a formal exchange.

"Alright," she said, eyeing me. "What's your sushi etiquette? Do you drown it in soy sauce or eat it pure?"

"Depends on the piece," I replied, dipping one lightly. "But sometimes a little wasabi"

Her laugh was warm and teasing. "Are you scared of wasabi? That's adorable."

"I'm not scared," I shot back, pointing a chopstick at her. "I just have taste buds that I'd like to keep intact, so I don't overdo it."

"Oh, sure," she teased, leaning closer. "The big, bad Y/n Evans can handle anything except a tiny dollop of green paste."

"Careful," I warned, smirking. "I've been known to exact revenge on people who mock me."

"Like how? Throwing napkins at me?" she quipped, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous tonight."

We fell into an easy rhythm—talking, teasing, eating. At one point, Scarlett leaned forward to wipe a stray drop of soy sauce from the corner of my mouth. Her fingers lingered, her touch light but electrifying.

"Got it," she said softly, her gaze meeting mine.

"Thanks," I murmured, my voice dipping lower. The room seemed to shrink, the space between us growing smaller by the second.

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. My hand found her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. The warmth of her breath against my skin sent a shiver down my spine.

When we finally pulled away, Scarlett rested her forehead against mine, her smile soft and unguarded. "Don't look at me like that," she whispered as she tried to hide her blush.

"Why not?" I poked. "You make me shy sometimes," she whispered as I smiled, placing my lips on hers again. I pulled Scarlett on top of me as we began making out again.

Scarlett pulled away, quickly standing up as I pouted from the sudden movement. "Don't pout, I just want to get a bit more comfortable because I know where this is headed and if you're going to blow my back out, I'd prefer to do that in the comfort of my bed."

I looked at her, surprised at what she just said. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. She giggled before slowly taking off her top. "Are you coming?" she asked as she started inching toward the stairs before throwing her top at me.

I quickly got up following her upstairs.

Scarlett and I continued making out after we both quickly undressed. I spread her legs as I kneeled down, immediately letting my tongue meet her second lips.

I let my hand squeeze her boob as her eyes closed and her lip tucked between her teeth. She bucked her hips as her hand tangled in my hair.

"Mmmmm, don't stop." she moaned as I sucked on her clit, I then slid my fingers in, curling them inside, resulting in her eyes rolling back as her moans got louder. "Mmm, fuck." she stammered out.

"I want to feel you inside of me." Scarlett moaned but it came out more like a whimper. I smirked as I finished eating her out. She was practically dripping which is exactly what I like.

She sat on her knees, taking my hard on into her mouth, sucking me off as I guided her head, having her take me in a little deeper. She choked a little, pulling out giving a smirk as she went back again.

At this rate, I was going to bust and I couldn't let that happen without getting to feel her heated core on my hard on.

I pulled away, "Turn around for me," I said softly as she smirked, obeying me. I aligned our centers as she arched her back.

I began thrusting in and out of her, rocking my hips faster as I grabbed her hair, lightly tugging on it as the sounds of our bodies slapping against one another filled the room.

I slapped her ass, she giggled a bit, as she threw her ass back on me, sending a euphoric feeling through me. My thrusts got a bit harder, sending my dick in deeper and her moans got louder.

"Ooh just like that, baby!" She yelled out as I went deeper, my thrusts matching the intensity I was feeling. I pushed her back down further as I continued my actions. She began letting loose on me which further excited me.

It wasn't too much longer before I felt myself about to cum. I pulled out and began to stroke myself quickly before letting loose in Scarlett's mouth.

I hit my tip against her tongue as the last bits of cum dripped out of me. I swear, I will never get over how intoxicating this woman is.

. . .

I didn't end up staying the night with Scarlett as I anticipated since Colin ended up calling saying he had to bring the kids back because he had an emergency to attend to. Scarlett and I were both a bit bummed out but, it is what it is.

I laid in my bed, scrolling through my phone when a text from Madelyn appeared at the top of my screen.

Madz 🤤♡:
Still awake?

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Always for you.

Her response came quickly.

Madz 🤤♡:
Careful, I might start to believe you.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
You should. I'm very convincing.

Madz 🤤♡:
Mmhm... What are you up to?

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Just thinking about how much I miss you.

There was a brief pause before her reply.

Madz 🤤♡:
I miss you too. Feels like it's been forever.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
It's been a few days lol

Madz 🤤♡:
Exactly. Forever.

I grinned, typing quickly.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
When's the next time I get to see you?

Madz 🤤♡:
Actually... I'll be in LA next week. Campaign shoots, OBX promo. You free?

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
For you? Always.

Madz 🤤♡:
Good answer, extra points for that.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
You didn't think I'd say no, did you?

Madz 🤤♡:
Maybe I wanted to hear you say it. Makes me feel special.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:

Madz 🤤♡:
Flattery will get you everywhere, Evans.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Good. Because I fully intend to take you out while you're here. Anywhere you want.

Madz 🤤♡:
Careful, I might hold you to that.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
I'm counting on it. What's your schedule like while you're here?

Madz 🤤♡:
Pretty packed during the day, but my evenings are mostly free. Think you can keep up?

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Come on, what about me says I can't keep up?

I smirked at my phone.

Madz 🤤♡:
Big talk for someone who couldn't even keep up with me at skee-ball.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Excuse me, I won that game.

Madz 🤤♡:
Only because I let you. It was cute, really.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Oh, so now we're rewriting history?

Madz 🤤♡:
Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
You keep calling me that, and I might get used to it.

Madz 🤤♡:
Good. I kind of like how it sounds.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
You're dangerous, you know that?

Madz 🤤♡:
I try.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics—her upcoming campaign shoot, a funny story about something that happened on set, and me teasing her about being a "big-time actress."

Baby Evans 🤭♡:

Madz 🤤♡:
Honestly? Seeing you, I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't still thinking about our date

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help the grin spreading across my face.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.

Madz 🤤♡:
Good. Because I meant it.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Careful, Cline. You're starting to sound like you like me or something.

Madz 🤤♡:
Maybe I do. Is that a problem?

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Not at all.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Very much simp behavior though 🥴

Madz 🤤♡:
Good. Because I really do miss you.

Madz 🤤♡:
You were simping over me at our date, hush

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Whatever lol. Next week can't come fast enough, I want to see you.

Madz 🤤♡:
Don't go getting all sappy on me now.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Too late.

Madz 🤤♡:
Told you you're a simp too

Madz 🤤♡:
Go to sleep, Y/n. You're going to need your rest if you're planning on keeping up with me next week.

Baby Evans 🤭♡:
Sweet dreams, gorgeous.

Madz 🤤♡:
You too, babe.

As the conversation ended, I placed my phone on the coffee table, staring at the ceiling with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Next week couldn't come fast enough.

Admittedly, I felt a bit bad for even flirting with Madelyn but I couldn't help myself, I do genuinely like her.

It just felt a bit wrong considering a mere few hours ago, I was having sex with Scarlett. However, I don't even truly know whats going on there. I don't know what Scarlett wants.

. . .

Chris's kitchen was lively as always. Alba sat cross-legged on the counter, stealing bites of bacon while Chris manned the stove. I leaned against the fridge, coffee in hand, thinking about my date with Madelyn. I was currently telling them how it went.

"Okay, but the real question is," Alba said, grinning. "Did you kiss her?"

"Alba!" I protested, laughing.

"What? It's important!" she argued, nudging Chris. "Tell her."

"She's not wrong," Chris said, smirking. "Spill, Y/n."

I sighed dramatically, setting my coffee down. "Fine. Yes, we kissed."

Alba let out a squeal, and Chris clapped his hands together. "See? I told you I was a great matchmaker." he said acting as if he was popping his collar.

"Don't let it go to your head," I muttered, though I couldn't suppress my grin.

"Too late," Chris said, flipping a pancake. "So, are you seeing her again?"

"She's coming to LA next week for work," I admitted.

"Good," Alba said, hopping off the counter. "Because she sounds perfect."

"Yeah," I said, my smile softening. "She kind of is."

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Wait, kind of? Y/n, you just admitted she's perfect. Why are you playing it cool?"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the counter. "I'm not playing it cool. I just... don't want to jinx it, you know?"

Alba waved a spatula in my direction. "Oh, please. The only way you're jinxing it is if you overthink everything like you usually do."

"True," Chris chimed in, pointing the pancake spatula at me. "This is your problem, Y/n. You think too much. Just enjoy it."

"I am enjoying it," I insisted, though their teasing was starting to make me laugh. "You two are acting like I don't know how to date."

Chris smirked, sliding a perfectly golden pancake onto a plate. "We're just saying... you've got someone amazing, and you shouldn't mess it up by being all weird and cryptic."

"Yeah," Alba added, stealing another piece of bacon. "Leave the brooding mystery act to Chris."

Chris feigned offense, clutching his chest. "Excuse me, I am not brooding. I'm thoughtful."

"Sure," I said dryly, grinning. "That's what they call it."

We all laughed, the sound filling the kitchen. Alba reached for the stack of pancakes Chris had just finished, and he smacked her hand away with the spatula. "Wait your turn, baby. These are for Y/n."

I raised an eyebrow, amused. "Since when do I get special treatment?"

"Since I set you up on a date with someone who clearly makes you happy," Chris said, shrugging. "I'm basically your relationship guru now."

Alba snorted. "Don't push it, Evans."

Chris grinned, unbothered, as he plated more pancakes. "I'm just saying, when you and Madelyn get married, I'm officiating."

I nearly choked on my coffee. "Okay, relax. It's one date. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Fine, fine," Chris said, holding up his hands. "But when I'm right, I expect a thank-you speech at the wedding."

"Dream on," I said, laughing as I grabbed my plate.

"Y/n," Alba said, her tone softer now as she leaned against the counter. "For real, though. You deserve this. Don't let anything hold you back, okay?"

Her words hit me harder than I expected, and I nodded, my smile tinged with gratitude. "Thanks, Alba. I'll try." I knew why she was really saying that, of course Chris didn't know.

After the whole thing with Scarlett at Alba and Chris's last dinner party, Alba has been very protective of my heart. She said she doesn't know what to think of Scarlett's intentions and I don't blame her.

One second Scarlett wants nothing to do with me, the next we're having a sushi date and fucking in her bed.

Chris joined Alba, nodding in agreement. "We just want to see you happy. And from the sound of it, Madelyn's got you grinning like an idiot."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't argue. They weren't wrong.

. . .

Back home, I sat at my desk, editing my latest vlog. The footage from South Carolina played on the screen, each clip a reminder of the carefree, sun-soaked moments with Madelyn. But as I worked, my mind kept drifting.

To Scarlett. To her laugh, her touch, the way she made everything else fade away when we were together.

And then to Madelyn. Effortless, kind, and everything I know I want.

The push and pull of it all was starting to weigh on me. I sighed, closing my laptop and leaning back in my chair.

For now, I'd focus on what was in front of me. But I couldn't ignore the fact that my heart was split between two very different people.