Still falling for you

“Hey Alexaaaa”, My best friend yells while barging into my dorm room. Kayla had always been the extra one. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t one to shy away from well anything but she was a different breed of crazy and she made me crazy too. I saw my bitch walk in with two bags in her hands. I reply saying, Hey Davissss” matching that screeching tone of hers and ask her about the two bags quirking one eyebrow up.

“We’re going to a party girl, stop studying for heavens sake.” This woman always sounds so done with my constant need to absorb information. Yet, I happily oblige.

Dragging me over to my tiny bedroom she starts to remove the boxes of makeup I own and I help her cause why not. I’m always down for a good party. She begged me to let her do my makeup and I retaliated saying “Only if I can do yours!”

After what felt like centuries we were both done. We look into the mirror impressed by our work. She wiggles out of her plain skirt and top and I do the same to my pajamas as we change into our dresses.

She wore a short sleeved but deep red velvet dress and I changed into a sleeveless black dress reaching mid thigh. We just stare each other up and down and I lean into her and whisper “I would totally do you if we were lesbians” and she winks back just like I thought she would.

We stride out of the building with our heads held high and head over to the boys. NYU was beautiful. Inside and out. I came from a long line of NYU graduates and I was beyond relieved when I got in. My brother, Wesley and most of our family friends went here too. Kayla and I have been friends since birth and I couldn’t have asked for a better wing woman and friend.

“Wait up you hoes!” we hear someone yell from the back while were still

walking. I smiled and went over to hug Sophie. She was our other best friend. Kayla and I met her after joining NYU and she was the perfect addition to our little circle.

As we walk towards the building hand in hand I see Wes talking to a bunch of girls. My brother the man whore. He always plays around with girls left, right and center and so do his two best friends. And wasn’t that such a coincidence that they played football. I swear if NYU had a proper girls football team id play as well, a shame it doesn’t. I love my brother but its annoying how girls try to get to him and Jason and Ashton through me. I’m so glad Kayla and Sophia weren’t like that. They were just as immune to their charms as a I was.

Wesley, Jason and Ashton were one year older to me. The other two treated me like their sister, forever protective. They were in their last year and the girls and I were in in our third.

As they guys walk towards us their jaws dropping slightly. Ashton loudly exclaims “Don’t you three look stunning! Especially you Lex, looks like the extra gym time is really paying off. Nice legs.” and sends a wink my way. That earns him a slap from my brother. Ashton always did this, I think I’m used to it now but Wes always puts him back in line.

I respond back saying “haha thanks Ash but stop looking at my legs unless you have a death wish” and smirk at Wes who nods towards Ashton.

Ashton and I always played around, that man always riled me up and not always in a good way.

I walked in along with Kayla and Sophia practically attached to my hip. Suddenly David Guetta’s song Memories floods my ears and all I want to do is let loose and dance my ass off. But you need drinks for that and I was really aching for one. Mind you I become really horny when I’m drunk. Who cares about that though? So I proceed towards the fake bar and ask for three shots of tequila. I picked them up and waked towards the girls and we cheered and gulped the liquid down on the count of three.

It’d been over two hours and the alcohol had hit me bad. Really bad. So bad that I was going to fuck Kayla who was creeped out by the seductive expression on my face.

I needed to go to the washroom so I did and there was not one person I didn’t look up and down. I quickly peed and came out, feeling slightly less nauseous as I see a figure approaching me but I wasn’t sure who. I tried to duck and get to Kayla and Sophia but he placed his arms on either side of my head and licked his lips like I was a tasty meal .

I felt unsafe, my head was foggy and I couldn’t think straight. He was going to do something, I knew it in my guts. He slowly approached me and started to place sloppy, wet kisses all over my neck and biting down slightly. I felt so lost, so trapped. And I thought to myself what was happening, why couldn’t I yell? It was like my lips were frozen and throat sewn shut.

Suddenly he was yanked off of me and I took a deep breath, still shocked and I’d sobered up a bit. I looked up to see Ashton beating the shit out of the guy. I was so lost and felt a warm tear on my cheek. A few moments later he stalked up to me I fell into him, wrapping my hands around his waist and resting my forehead on his shoulder as his hand stroked my back, up and down. He whispered “just breathe, I’m here, I’m here shush” and I started breathing at a steady pace. This was oddly comforting and I stepped back from his embrace and looked up into his hazel orbs. Oh! those big, beautiful eyes. And I mentally screamed at myself because he was Ash and I was not supposed to do that. I look away from his face towards the floor, biting on my lower lip.

And then he does the one thing I least expected him to do. He places my chin between his thumb and index and lifts it up so close to his face. Our lips were merely millimeters away from each other. He smelt so sweet, the perfect combination of alcohol and cologne. He gave me one of his cheekiest grins and my heart started beating so fast I’m sure he cold hear it too. His hand was still on the small of my back making shapes on it, delicately with his fingers. I could feel his arms on mine ever so toned, so built, so strong. His lips brushed against mine in such a featherlike manner and my skin reacted to this gentle touch.

His gaze hadn’t left mine yet, he was holding my eyes in place and took his hand off of my back, bringing it near my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I couldn’t help but think if he was just messing around. I was so engrossed in my thoughts and repulsed by the fact that he was probably just playing me like the other girls who fall at his feet and I just pulled back, creases forming on my forehead.

I decide to walk away, but he placed his hand on my arm and pulled me back into him and smashed his lips into mine. I was shocked for a moment but I gave in. Maybe it was the alcohol that made me do so, but maybe it was the softness of his lips and how his tongue kept teasing me asking for permission.

And much to my surprise I gave in again. Damn you, tequila!. Our tongues played with each other for the longest time and I bite down on his bottom lip, not hard enough for it to bleed though. And he moans. Even though its soft, he moans and FUCK that has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. He pulls me closer so that there’s not even the slightest amount of space between us. He’s close, so close. I love his touch, sending sparks all over the places his hands have touched my body. I feel alive. His lips move from my mine to my jawline and he plants the most delicate of kisses till he reaches my neck. He digs his face into my neck and I call out his name, soft enough for only him to hear. “Ashton”, I say and he snaps back up to my gaze, looking down on me. His eyes are fixated on me and he says, “Say it again.” So I do. I say it again. I don’t what has possessed me enough to actually say it again. He whispers out a “fuck me’ and smashes his lips on me again. His hands travel up the outer side of my thigh so slowly, coming up towards my waist. He places them on the bottom of my ass and thrusts himself towards me. I could feel his hard on on my abdomen and I tried to suppress my smirk. Gosh, this is making me so wet.

After what felt like an eternity we pull back from each other and he takes a few steps back. We now realise what we’ve done.

HOLY FUCK I MADE OUT WITH MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND.

My breathing gains its pace and I try to slow my racing heart down. I look down at the tiles, slightly embarrassed by what just happened and look up after a moment.

But he’s gone. He left. I should have expected this but I’m hurt and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am. I know he wouldn’t tell my brother, my brother would boil him alive if he ever found out.

I walk back towards my friends who are swaying their hips from one side to another. I couldn’t hear anything but I proceeded to touch my lips with my fingertips, missing his lips on mine. GET OVER IT! I scream to myself because its only been a few minutes.

We head home after around thirty minutes and its now 12:30 at night. But with the amount of alcohol in my system nothing keeps me from crashing. Not even him. And thinking about how his mouth devoured mine. I needed to stop thinking about that kiss. Look at how much I’m contradicting myself. Sleep comes soon when exhaustion takes over my body.

I will never forget that kiss, his touch, him. But as the days pass, he doesn’t talk to me, not one comment on my legs, nothing. I would only get a “hi” or “bye” every time we were around our parents, but that’s all. We never spoke again like we could. I would catch him looking at me sometimes but I would ignore ut as he was me. This became so confusing and equally annoying so fast, and I hated what our relationship had come down to. Months passed by and nothing happened so being my stubborn self I decide not to leave it be. I had better things to do, I couldn’t have him occupy my thoughts anymore, that wasn’t me. We shared a heated moment on a drunken night, that’s all. Why was he behaving so strangely?

We went our separate ways and I moved on from my college life into the real world. He graduated from NYU soon and the following year so do I.I worked my ass off to climb up the ladder at my fathers company and became the Head of Management and Design at Hyde and Co.

He did really well too, he was the new CEO of Black Enterprises. He stepped up into the role after his father was diagnosed of cancer. Ashton Black soon became one of the most eligible bachelors in the country.

We didn’t see each other until.....

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I’d really like to leave it there;)

Hope you kinda liked it It’s my first time lmao

And i know its cliche but what good is a story without that, right?

And i also know it moved really fast, its because the story starts with a flashback, can’t have the whole book be about their college life cause it wont be an office romance then.

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