Emilie "I can't believe you're letting me borrow this dress!" I spin around inside Cindy's living room and beam at her. "No problem. It suits you," Cindy says and claps her hands. "I've never used that short A-line dress before. Pink isn't my color, but I love it on you. You look cute!" "Agreed," Laura says from the armchair. She is popping popcorn into her mouth, and Brandon narrows his eyes. "How aren't you fat yet?" he mutters. "You're always eating." "I go to the gym," she answers back with spice. "But this isn't about me—don't you think your girlfriend is pretty?" I wait for the moment his attention shifts to my dress, curious about his reaction to me wearing pretty clothes and makeup. My chest is heaving. Finally, his eyes land on mine. It's truly the most nervous moment of tonight since his opinion matters the most. Sadly, he doesn't seem that impressed. He looks away. "The dress is fine..." Just fine? My courage falters, but the second Cindy sees my smile vanishing, s

Emilie I lean against the wall, silently watching Vincent and Brandon mix a few drinks. It feels strange to keep partying at Jenna's place since she obviously doesn't want me here, but apparently, she has a brother on the football team who doesn't care if his sister is sad. "So, Emilie," Vincent flashes me a grin. "What's your poison?" "Oh, I..." I hesitate because I have no idea what to tell him. I never go out, and alcohol isn't something I normally drink. "She will be fine with a soda," Brandon mutters and walks to the kitchen table. He pulls out a chair and sits down while keeping his eyes on me. It's a bit scary being so far away from him when I'm surrounded by most of the football team, so I move to grab my own chair, but Brandon easily pulls me into his lap the second I try to walk past him. Suddenly, his arms are around me while his nose is buried in my hair. I feel his warm breath through it. It's oddly romantic, and every little hair rises to stand on edge when he whisp

Emilie"I love the taste of your pussy," Brandon mutters against my wet cunt, completely oblivious to the pleasure that's already shooting up my spine. "I could die a happy man between your legs, Emilie."I shiver."But I don't get it. Your cunt shouldn't be this soaked for me. It makes no sense.""Wh-what?"He looks up from between my legs. "I thought you didn't like me. But this—" his finger enters me and comes out all sticky and wet. "This proves that you're more than horny for me. But I wonder… Are you aroused because it's me or because I'm the first man to touch you? Which one is it?"Oh, but he isn't playing fair! I don't want Brandon to know that I like him because there is no chance he feels the same way! I'm just a stupid nobody with a crush on the soon-to-be billionaire—he will never be mine!"Emilie?" Brandon is teasing my pussy with his finger, sliding it out and in. Each time, my pussy clenches around his finger in a desperate plea for more.I swallow thickly. "What?""Te

Brandon "She might have been your mother, but you forget she was mine first. She was the woman I admired, the woman I fell in love with, the woman I brought flowers to, and, finally, the woman who stole my first kiss. Your mother is and was the love of my life, which is why I've decided to finally let her go. And that's MY decision to make." I grit my teeth and glare at the TV. It's been a day since I spoke to my dad, but I still haven't processed the pain. My legs are bouncing up and down on the carpet — a nervous habit I can't get rid of — and I wish I had another bottle of scotch. The pain in my heart is raw and painful. I'm drowning in it. Slowly suffocating without anywhere to go. Does the grief ever go away? Angry at my inability to just stop feeling, I walk into the kitchen to grab a bottle of anything to numb my pain. I'm a man. I shouldn't be crying. I shouldn't be breaking apart. Why am I so weak? I just...I just wish my mom was here. She would know what to do and how

EmilieLaura drops me off outside Brandon's house but drives away before I can turn around and tell her I've changed my mind. What a disaster! There are other people inside his kitchen—I can't just go and knock on his door. He obviously forgot we had plans tonight!Shit-shit-shit!What do I do now?The painting is clutched to my chest—I'm like a mom protecting her child, but I'm too scared to move. I see a big guy walk past Brandon's kitchen window. Loud laughter comes from inside, and a few cars are parked around his house. Did he invite the entire football team? And if yes, why? I thought we were going to be alone tonight...Am I that easy to forget?Geez, I guess my only choice is to call for a taxi…"Emilie?!"I spin in the direction of the voice, and my attention lands on Vincent. He is standing on the porch with a beer in his hand and beams when he sees me. "Why are you just standing there? It's cold outside. Freaking freezing. Come inside!""Uhh…""We have been waiting for you!