Our lips touched. No, they more like crashed against each other, and I automatically smiled against his kiss as I felt him nip at my lip. Then I heard the director shout 'Cut!', and I instantly pulled away. We may be young Hollywood's number one couple, but he was number one on my death list.
"That was awesome you two," Christopher McEnroe, the director, said to us as he stood up and headed over to the center of the set where we were. "Take a break and then we'll shoot the next scene."
With an affirmative nod, I gave him a small smile, acknowledging what he said, before I turned on my heel. I was about to walk back to my trailer when a firm hand grasped my arm and stopped me.
"What do you want?" I asked with a hint of bitterness in my voice as I removed my arm from his hold. "A one–night stand?"
I turned to face him, disgusted at the cockiness that was displayed on his face. Flynn Nolan Cavanaugh…there were so many adjectives to describe him – arrogant, self–assured, hardworking, wealthy, mysterious, and even gorgeous. He was one of Hollywood's most promising stars, considered by some as the next 'Brad Pitt' but with auburn hair and emerald–colored eyes one could get lost in. But most of all, he was a perv, and I could never forget the night he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him.
"You know me all too well, Marianna," he said, his tone bordering on flirtatious. "But no…I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab coffee at the nearby Starbucks before shooting resumes, so do you want to?"
I thought about it. I was tired, and we had been on the set since nine in the morning. I held up my wrist and checked the time. It was five in the afternoon already, and with the way things were going, I doubted today was going to end early. Flynn Cavanaugh might not have been my favorite person – he was in fact my least favorite – but I was in need of some energy booster, and coffee was just what I needed.
I began walking, grabbing my sunglasses, scarf, and hat in the process. When I didn't feel anyone following me, I looked back and raised an eyebrow up at him.
"Are you coming or what?"
Smirking, he placed his own sunglasses over his eyes and followed me out of the set. Unsurprisingly, a number of paparazzi, more than what my fingers could count, began following us as they snapped away with their SLR cameras. When we reached Starbucks, I breathed a smile of relief while Flynn continued to smile at the cameras even though the paparazzi were raucously waiting outside.
"Are you really this proud? You're smiling at them like you own the world," I said to him, nudging him in the gut.
"Jealous they're giving me more attention than you?" he questioned. I saw that his eyes were also smiling at me, and I couldn't help but grunt, which was so unfeminine of me. But he was getting on my nerves, and I couldn't hide the feeling of annoyance that was starting to rise up inside me.
"Of course not," I answered. "As far as I know, they're just waiting for you to create another scandal since you know, that's what you're best at."
Immediately, his eyes brightened up as if he suddenly thought of something brilliant. His eyes had a suspicious glint to them, and I couldn't help but cock up an eyebrow to ask him what was up.
"Are you okay?" I questioned, before I turned my attention to the barista and gave him my order. A moment after, Flynn did the same – ordering a Caramel Frappe – and I wasn't surprised when he handed out a twenty and paid for our drinks.
"I'm not paying you back, just so you know," I told him.
Apparently, he seemed to have not heard what I said since the mischievous sparkle in his eyes stayed. When he didn't budge, I asked him what kind of drugs he was on, and he just replied, "Well, why don't we give them something to talk about?"
And before I could analyze his words and asked him what he meant, his lips came down on mine, and I found myself kissing Flynn Nolan Cavanaugh for the second time today. For a brief moment, I was responding to him, but when my mind finally registered what was really happening and who I was kissing, I pulled away hastily, slapped him, and then walked away.
The first time I met him, he asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. A year later and in the middle of filming a movie, he kissed me without my consent. My dislike, or even hate, for him grew even more, and I considered the feeling justifiable. He couldn't just walk around and kiss random girls…well, he could, but I was never ever going to be one of his bimbos.
I got back to the set, and just in time, my assistant and best friend, Allison Reynolds, told me Christopher McEnroe was looking for both Flynn and me. When Allie noticed the Starbucks cup I was holding, and from a distance, she saw Flynn holding his own cup, she mischievously smiled and asked me if anything was happening between us.
"So what's the deal with you two?" she said, raising her eyebrow up. "Want to feed me some gossip?"
"No gossip here," I replied, smiling sweetly. When she looked like she didn't believe me, I pressed, "Seriously! You know how I hate that guy's guts!"
"Uh–huh…" She rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't tell me. What kind of friend you are…"
Chuckling lightly, I wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulders and pulled her with me to the next set we were going to shoot at.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you guys kissed!" Allison screamed on the other line. It was the night after she had been pressing me for gossip about Flynn and me. "Why didn't you?! I had to find out through the internet!"
Tonight, she was hosting this party. No special purpose really, no birthday, no wedding…no, nothing. She just felt like dressing up and getting drunk, and since all our friends were party animals themselves, they were all game with the idea of a party without a purpose.
"He kissed me without me knowing!" I retorted. "That ass just came down on me!"
"And I'm loving the double meaning of that statement," she answered back, and I swear I could imagine her laughing her ass off on her bed at the moment.
"Hardy–har–har. That was very amusing…" I said to her then, I eyed myself in the mirror. The high–waist skirt and tucked–in striped, sleeveless top looked very cute. I also put in a black belt in the ensemble, and I realized I was almost finished preparing. "Hey, I'm going to be at the club in an hour or so…so get your ass off the bed and finish up! It's your party!"
"Yes, ma'am! I'll be there…just not sure how long it will take me to get there…"
I made this disapproving noise, and she immediately came to her own rescue.
"I'm just kidding! I'm finishing up myself!" I heard a few noises on the other line and guessed she was probably throwing her heels all over the place trying to look for the perfect pair. "I'll see you in a few. I gotta go!"
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself when she hung up. Allison was the weirdest assistant and best friend I'd ever had, and there was probably no other person that could match up to her personality. Confidently, I could say that if Allie didn't barge into my life, I'd probably be some boring celebrity who preferred to stay in her house the whole day than get out and enjoy life. Allie, having grown up in Hollywood all her life since her mom was a model and her dad was a producer, was used to living life in the fast lane, and I had to admit: I was enjoying her lifestyle, my lifestyle, but of course I knew my limits…or did I really?
"Want a drink, co–star?"
I didn't have to turn around to guess who said that. It was too obvious. No one could match Flynn Cavanaugh's arrogant tone. It was 'especially Flynn', and I in particular, hated hearing that tone of voice.
"Are you going to kiss me again?"
I heard him snicker for a moment there before he answered, "Maybe, if you'll stay that hot for the rest of the night."
"Then yes, you can get me a Sprite, but don't spike it."
Flynn stayed true to his word. He didn't add liquor to the soft drink, but after that, I began downing shot after shot. All around me and as the night quickly turned into morning, I saw people all around me hooking up, smoking, doing lines, and all other kinds of shit. I tried smoking once, but I hated the feeling of slowly killing myself. Drugs, I'd never touched them and will never. Hooking up...it was all the craze during High School, and I'd feel sorry for myself if I did it now at the age of twenty–two, so the only thing left doing was drinking, and so I did…
The sun rose, its rays of light blinding my eyes for a moment, and unfortunately, I was forced to wake up. I rubbed my eyes open with the back of my hand, and the moment I did, I wished I hadn't woken up. I opened my eyes again just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I looked under the covers and found a tangled web of naked legs.
Averting my gaze, I looked to my side and saw an opened box of condoms on the bedside table.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My worst nightmare had come true: I had sex with Flynn Cavanaugh, and I didn't remember any of it. I had promised myself since the first night he tried to make a move on me that I wasn't going to be one of his whores, and here I was, lying down on his bed with his arms wrapped around me, and though the feeling of protection he emanated was nice, I couldn't help but sob. The tears continued to fall even when I had sat up. I was too distraught to even bother covering up my breasts. After a few moments of continuous sobbing, I heard grunts coming from the person beside me, and soon enough, he woke up.
"What the–" he began, but stopped short when he saw what I was doing. "Are you crying, Marianna?"
I turned to him and glared.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
He shifted for a few minutes before he, himself, sat up. He was unsure of what to do, so he said the lamest thing a person could say in this scenario, "What if you cry yourself to sleep…"
My eyes turned a darker shade of caramel, and I couldn't help but raise my voice and say, "So what? You're going to take advantage of me again like you did last night?"
"Err, well, technically, we did after midnight…so, we did it in the morning."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Stop with the bullshit, please," I then said, and I couldn't believe I was getting mad and crying at the same time. "Now that you've already robbed me of my dignity, can you please stop with the sexual innuendos? You got what you wanted."
The room was silent for a minute or two, and when I turned to look at him, I saw that his head was bent down. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. I was crying, and fuck, I found him gorgeous right then and there.
"Is that why you're crying?" he asked, still not looking at me. "Because you think I took advantage of you?"
"Well, you did, didn't you?"
Wide–eyed, he stared at me, and I almost got lost in his pool of emerald eyes. He looked abashed and baffled at the same time, but what took me by surprise was when he ran his hand through my hair.
"Is that what you think?" He was silent for a second before he continued. "You came onto me last night. We were both drunk, but you were more intoxicated than I was."
"Then why didn't you stop me?"
I saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Flynn Cavanaugh, young Hollywood's hottest heartthrob, was blushing right in front of me, and I didn't remember saying anything sweet.
"Err…" He ran a nervous hand through his scarlet hair. "It was what I wanted, and no one says 'no' to what he or she wants."
I was caught in the middle. How was I going to reply to that? He didn't look like he was shitting me. Hell, the guy was being sincere, and I couldn't help but sigh. He was surprising me second after second.
"Well…just don't, just don't ask me for sex again, okay?" I stood up, picking up my dress on the floor. "You already got it."
I was about to walk out when he called out my name.
"I might have been drunk last night, but I definitely remember how amazing the sex was."
I found myself walking out of his room with a smile on my face.
One month passed, and the shootings for the movie were coming to a close. What was only beginning though was the weird relationship Flynn and I formed. Since that day when I realized I had sex with him, he had been sending me DVDs of my favorite movies - his form of apologizing. How he knew my most wanted films…well, there was Allie to blame for that. We were fast becoming friends, and the conversation that took place that morning stayed at the very back of my head since remembering it would just make things awkward between us. Everyone in the set, from Christopher, to the costume director, and even our co–stars noticed how differently Flynn and I were now treating each other, and since we were actors constantly getting attention, we had an easy time ignoring them whenever they'd press for gossip.
"So today's the last day we're shooting," Flynn said, handing me another DVD.
Smiling, I accepted the gift and looked at the cover.
"Hmmm…'The Notebook'…great choice," I replied to him. "Do you have any idea what we're going to be doing?"
"None at all." As we walked to Chris, Flynn draped an arm around my shoulders. "What about you?"
We continued walking side–by–side, and I couldn't help but like how strong he felt with his arm on my shoulders. I felt so protected with him walking beside me, and I had to mentally slap myself to rid myself of those kinds of thoughts. When we saw the set, we couldn't help but mutter 'fuck' in unison. Amidst the crew of the set and all the spotlights, there was a bedroom in the middle of everything and a king–sized bed smack dab in the center.
"Save the best for last, huh?" That was Allison trying to rile me up, and in response, I flipped her the bird. "Don't pretend you hate the idea when in fact you love it."
"Continue that, and I'm not going to invite you to the next A–list party," I said as a tease.
"It's okay, Allie," Flynn said, deciding to join the conversation. "You can be my plus one."
I couldn't help but slap his chest when he said that, and when he demanded for an answer as to why I hit him, I simply said, "Why aren't you helping me here?! Seriously, a sex scene in front of everyone?"
"We're actors..." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "We're not supposed to let our emotions get to us…"
"Right," I said, rolling my eyes. "Say that to yourself."
Right after that, Christopher called us and explained what the scene was going to be about. It wasn't like we needed him to clarify. The both of us understood the moment we saw the set. After he was done talking, we headed to the changing room, and switched to a new set of clothes. I was wearing a long, sleek evening gown, and when I saw Flynn step out of his changing room, he was wearing a tuxedo, and I had to admit, he looked damn good in it.
"Drooling?" he teased me when the both of us walked to the set together.
"Keep your pants on," was my dexterous reply.
"Places everyone!" Christopher shouted, instructing Flynn and me to position ourselves against the door. "Flynn, you have to push Marianna against the door! What you guys do after that is all up to you two. Just remember that at the end of the scene, you're both going to be in bed. Marianna, in your bra and underwear, and Flynn, in your boxers only! Understood?"
We both nodded our heads. I might have seemed calm and collected on the outside, but I was nervous as hell on the inside.
"3, 2, 1…go!"
The moment Chris was done counting, Flynn pushed me against the door, and instinctively, I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. One of his hands ran through my hair continuously while the other held a firm grasp on my waist. Then, his lips came down on mine, and we started out slow, as if I were the most fragile thing in the world. He had me in his arms. Then, he pulled me with him and we came crashing down onto the bed. I pulled away from his kiss for a moment and asked him to help me unzip my dress. When that was done and over with, he slipped out of his tuxedo jacket before unbuttoning his polo. I unbuckled his belt, and when we were both half naked already, we resumed our searing kiss.
After a few moments, I ended up pulling away again, and I found myself staring right into his eyes. I saw emotion – something I never expected to come from him especially since it was I he was kissing. I had no idea why, but that was when I felt my heart skip a beat. Right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to join our lips once again, to feel his scorching touch against my equally–sweltering skin, and to feel our bodies clashing together in unity, but that was the exact time Chris shouted 'cut', and so we completely pulled away from each other. Christopher congratulated us on a job greatly done. He told us that the kiss Flynn and I shared was much more than what he wanted from us. I smiled. That was all I could do really, and I didn't even see Flynn's reaction to the comment. I was too scared to meet his eyes.
Another month passed, and I was given news that all the scenes needed for the movie had been put together already. I received a message from our Publicity Director that tonight, the movie's trailer was going to be screened in cinemas all across the country. I had to admit I felt excited. I always felt that way every time I finished filming a movie, but this one, my first ever drama, was something special. I was used to starring in teen flicks, but this movie demanded a more serious 'me'. What made the movie even more special was the fact that my co–star and love interest, Flynn Cavanaugh, was affecting me in ways I never thought I'd feel. Speaking of him, things had become awkward ever since that last day of shooting. We still exchanged 'hi's and 'hello's whenever we'd cross paths. Conversation though seemed like a thing of the past...
Light flashed all around us, and from inside the limousine, I could hear the boisterous screams of people all around us. It had been five whole months since the trailer first showed, and here I was, sitting inside a limo, about to walk into the cinema to watch the movie for the first time. I never liked watching my own films since it made me feel awkward, but Allie demanded that I come to this one, and being the good friend that I was, I obliged.
I turned to my left and eyed my escort, asking him, "Ready to go and rock the red carpet?"
Emerald–colored eyes staring back at me, Flynn answered, "Ready as I'll ever be."
I was about to give the chauffeur the signal that he could already open the door, but Flynn placed his hand on me, his gaze never leaving my eyes. I didn't ask him what was up since I knew he was going to talk sooner or later.
"I'm sorry I've been avoiding you," he began. "I never meant to do so."
With a small smile, I nodded at him before I pulled him with me. We got out of the limousine, and hand in hand, we walked the red carpet with big, bright, and honest smiles on our faces. I felt him squeeze my hand, and in response, I leaned slightly closer to him. When we did this, the crowd went wild, and I couldn't help but wave and wink at some of my fans.
"How about we give them something to talk about?" he asked.
Unlike the time he asked me the same question in Starbucks, he sounded more sincere now. I looked up at him and tried to read his eyes. There was anything but cockiness etched on his face.
"You're not going to ask me to sleep with you again, are you?"
He shook his head before saying, "I'm sorry about that too. I thought you were like other girls, you know. It's nice to know you keep your pants…or dress on."
I ended up chuckling and slapping him on the arm. I was too caught up in the moment that I hadn't realized we were already inside the main theater and walking to our reserved seats. We sat side by side, and when I looked behind me, I saw Allison seated a few rows away with two gorgeous men seated at each of her sides. She saw me and waved 'hello' at me, and in response, I sent her one suspicious smile.
"Damn that woman knows how to play with the boys," I said to no one in particular while I waited for the lights to dim and the movie to start. "Wish I had that much confidence."
In surprise, Flynn wound his arm around my shoulders and whispered into my ear, "I've always hated competition." At that moment, I found myself slapping him on the chest. "But I always end up getting exactly what I want."
"What exactly are you trying to say, Flynn?" I asked, eyebrows cocked up, as I tried to control myself from leaning into him. "Or do you want me to guess?"
"What I mean is…I got you in the movie…" He stared at me right then and there. "You fell for me hard."
"And I think what you need to do right now is to sort fact from fiction," I answered back, smiling up at him and tweaking his nose.
He was about to say something, something mischievous I suspected with the way he smirked, but the theater darkened, and in no time, trailers of upcoming movies showed on the screen. Before I knew it, I was watching myself, and I couldn't help but cover my eyes. It was weird seeing a much bigger version of me onscreen. I guess Flynn felt the same since midway through the movie, my head was buried on the curve his neck and his on my mop of hair.
When the bed scene started rolling, we couldn't help but look and stare. I winced and cringed when Flynn banged me against the door and when he undressed me. It was weird knowing that all around you, people were watching you bare your skin for the whole world to see, but Flynn got a hold of my hand and squeezed it tight, and just like that, I felt relieved. Then, it came – the scene in the movie when I found myself looking deep into Flynn's eyes and he to mine. Emotion – that was all I saw and felt when I stared at him, and watching the two of us on the big screen looking at each other like that, I knew there was something going on between us, something we needed to talk about after the movie. I was sure he sensed what I was feeling since he ended up letting go of me, and separated, we sat in silence until the movie ended.
The after–party was in full swing when the clock struck midnight, and all around me, I saw some of the most respected people in the film industry loosening up and having fun. Christopher McEnroe was one of them. I, myself, had a few drinks already, and with just a few more, I'd be hitting double digits. I was about to take one more shot when someone appeared beside me. I looked up and smiled when I saw Flynn.
"Cheers to the movie?" I asked, handing him a shot which he gladly accepted.
"Cheers!" he excitedly replied, before we bumped our glasses together. "So what've you been up to on this fine evening?"
"I'll assume you're drunk," was my response to him, and I couldn't help but laugh when I said that.
He sent me a small smile in return before he hooked a finger under my chin and forced me to look up. I did.
"If I were," he whispered softly. "I would've asked you to sleep with me a long time ago."
Chuckling, I pushed him off and cocked my eyebrow up at him. Then, I asked, "You're not going to stop, are you?"
I looked at him right then and there. As always, strands of his scarlet hair stuck out in all directions. He was never one to fix his hair, and he looked better that way. His eyes, green as ever, stared right into mine, and I had to hold onto something if I didn't want to lose my sanity and myself. He had shaven. He always did, and I loved looking at how his hair was always disheveled but the rest of him was clean–cut. He didn't comment on the way I was looking at him.
He just said, "Not until I get what I want."
"And what is that?"
He slipped his hand inside one of the inner pockets of his tuxedo jacket, and took something out, something round, and I realized soon after that it was a disk. Extending his arm out, he handed the CD to me, and when I took it, I looked up at him, and with my eyes, I asked him what it was for.
"The DVD copy of the movie is still going to come out in a few months…thankfully, I was able to prod Chris to give me an extra copy."
"But why?" I then asked. "You know I don't like watching myself in films."
"Well…" Here, he ran a hand through his hair, and when he did that, I noticed a few people around us, especially the women, stop what they were doing only to stare at the man in front of me. Celebrity or not, he had that kind of effect on people. "I know how I said we, as actors, shouldn't let our emotions get to us, especially when doing a love scene."
"I lost myself." He stepped closer to me, and then, I felt a hand on my waist. "I knew what was about to happen, but I didn't even stop it. It wasn't that I was trying to stop it but failed…I didn't even bother trying."
"So what exactly are you trying to say?" I asked in a whisper as I placed my hands on his chest and closed the distance between us.
We smiled at our extremely close proximity to each other before he leaned his head down and rested it on my shoulder. He then shifted his head to the side and I felt his deep breaths tickle my ear.
"I want to sleep with you," he said, and the both of us ended up chuckling softly. "And last time doesn't count. I want you to want it too."
With my hands leaving his chest, I found myself reaching for his hand and intertwining our fingers together. I didn't know what got to me since I surely wasn't drunk, but amidst the sea of people, I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a small kiss on the lips before we walked out, holding hands, and rode the limo back to his hilltop mansion.
I woke up the next day, and instead of cursing myself for having done something stupid, I smiled at the morning and buried my head against the crook of Flynn's neck. Sighing, he wound his arms tighter around my waist, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I felt him kiss my shoulder.
"Morning," I said, shifting around, so that now, I was facing him.
Groggily, he opened his eyes, and I felt a flutter inside me when he gave me a small yet sincere smile.
"Back at ya."
I couldn't believe this was really happening. Months ago, I would have never wished to be put in the same room as he was in, more so sleep with him, but now, right at this moment, we were in the same bed and in each other's arms. I didn't know when my feelings changed. All I knew was that the change was gradual. It wasn't like one day I just opened my eyes and fell in love with him. It was that in a couple of months, hate turned to dislike, dislike turned into like, and if he continued with this niceness, I might just have to say that, like might turn into love. He noticed that I was in deep thought since he cupped my face with one hand and asked me if was okay.
"Are you alright?" he questioned, and a second after, I saw his green eyes take on a darker shade, and he put on a serious face. "You don't regret what we did, do you?"
I was about to kiss him and tell him that of course I didn't regret the sex, but then I remembered the days when he used to be an uber–cocky bastard and decided to make him cringe a little.
"Fuck," I said, and being an actress, I was able to make my eyes watery in no time. "I swore to myself I'd never sleep with…with you!"
"Wha–…what?" He looked like he wanted to maim someone, but when I looked deeper into his eyes, I noticed the sudden sadness that took over him, and I tried to hold the smile. He really wanted…me. "Marianna…"
"You drugged me, didn't you?" When those words came out of my mouth, I felt his arms unwound themselves from my waist, and Flynn abruptly sat up. "Just give me an answer!"
"I would never!"he shouted back, but closed his mouth when he realized he was shouting at me. "I can't believe you'd think that."
"Then why do I find myself enjoying your company?" I then said, still trying not to smile. "I'm not supposed to since you're a pervert."
"You won't let that night go, huh? Even if it's been a year already?"
"I'll constantly bring it up just to spite you," I then told him, reaching for his hand, as I pulled him down from his sitting position.
"I fucking can't believe you had the nerve to joke around like that," he answered, and instead of falling down beside me, he maneuvered himself so that he fell on top of me. "You fucking scared me."
Cupping his face and pressing a small kiss to his lips, I chuckled softly before replying, "I'm an actress that's what I do best."
"How about we relive the bed scene?" he asked suggestively, and with one swift nod, I wholeheartedly agreed.
He was intoxicating, everything about him. His kisses, his touch, his voice, everything just made me want him more and more. I moaned and groaned when his lips left mine, and he trailed small kisses down from my jaw line until my hip. I squirmed from under him as I arched my back, trying to hold the sensation that was going to leave my body any moment now, and then, the most annoying thing happened, the doorbell rang, and again, and again, and again. I slowly pushed him off me and told him that he should go answer it.
"Are you serious? He interrupted us…" he said, eyes glaring. "That bastard deserves to wait."
"Fine," was my reply, as I got out of bed and reached for his polo which was on the floor. "You mind if I borrow this? It'd be weird to wear a gown at ten in the morning, don't you think?"
"Go ahead, you look sexy in it," he commented, when I slipped his clothes on.
"You wait here, and I'll go answer the door."
"Nah, I'll do it." Flynn got up from the bed then reached for his boxers. At that moment, I couldn't help but enjoy the view in front of me. Then, I wished that it never had to end. "Like what you see?"
I laughed at the suggestive tone he used before I answered, "I love it actually."
With one final kiss, he ruffled my hair before finally leaving the room and answering the door. When I heard him shout my name, telling me to come down, I hesitantly obliged as I took my time going down the stairs. I couldn't help but screech when I saw Allie, and to her side, was one of the men she sat with in the theater last night. When I looked more closely, I saw that their hands were intertwined.
"Hey Asher," Flynn said, looking over at the man Allie was with. "This is Marianna, the girl I keep telling you about."
"She looks nothing like a girl," he said in reply, and I noticed how lovely and sexy his Italian accent was. "Can I just say that you look great in pictures but even better face to face."
I laughed, covering my mouth with a hand, before mouthing out a small 'thanks' to him. Allie, on the other hand, demanded a compliment from him, and he, in turn, said, "I always give you, babe."
I couldn't help but smirk when I eyed the two lovebirds. Asher was definitely suave. He must have gotten that from Flynn, and Asher and Allie seemed like they were attracted to one another even after one night. I suddenly laughed when that thought popped into my head. They were just like Flynn and me. I'd be a hypocrite if commented on their relationship since Flynn and me were just like them, except that we had had that tension pent up inside of us for months and months now.
"So what brings you two here?" Flynn asked me, pulling me closer to him and resting his arm around my waist.
I felt him hike up his polo which I was wearing, and I slapped him in the chest, reminding him, through the glare in my eyes, that I wasn't wearing anything under.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to grab a bite and later play ball with some of the guys, but now I see you're busy."
"Oh, no, no he isn't…" I said, smiling at both Allie and Asher. "I was going to leave anyway…"
"You were?" Flynn asked, cornering me. "Why don't you just have lunch with us? Allie's coming, isn't she?"
"That's why I'm here," answered my assistant and best friend. "And after lunch, Marianna and I can go shopping or whatever. Whatcha think, girl?"
I couldn't help but smile.
"That sounds like a plan."
Satisfied, Asher smiled at me, then said, "Then we'll see you two in a few hours. It was nice meeting you, Marianna. Thank god, our boy here finally found himself a girlfriend." I laughed at this. "And someone that can match up to him."
"Glad I can be of service to you, boys," came my reply.
The four of us exchanged hugs and kisses, and when it was Flynn and I again, alone, I couldn't help but look up and ask, "So he said I was your girlfriend? What am I exactly?"
I hit him when he said that.
"What did I do?! You really are!"
"You're getting your revenge for what I did to you earlier!"
Shaking his head, he took a few steps towards me until we were pressed against each other. Now in the comfort of each other's company and with no one to intrude, his hands slipped under the polo and he pushed me up before I wrapped my legs around his waist. Slowly, we brought our heads down, but not before he gave me the answer I wanted, "You're what I want."
I smiled at him, about to kiss him, but he stopped me, and so I grunted.
With a small, swift peck, he asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Hey everyone! It's been long since I last wrote a story...but here I am again! Lol. I just couldn't not write a story, so here's a one-shot. The idea popped into my head about a week ago. I was planning to make it a multi-chaptered story, but realized I was just too, too busy, so I decided to just make it a one-shot. I hope you guys like it and please do review!:) Oh, and thank you to everyone who continues to read and support my other works! I reall love ya guys!:D