You were the baby Roy. You were another child between Logan and Caroline after they divorced. It was one night of relapse that led to you. You were only twenty-two as Kendall was turning forty.

It was hard being so much younger than your siblings. You grew up mostly alone considering your siblings were grown and moved out by the time you were old enough to make many memories. You were closest to Shiv just because of the closer age but even then you were apart. An ocean apart.

Shiv didn't really have any use for you. Shiv was concerned with being daddy's favorite just as all the rest of them (except Connor) which meant you were left alone. Even your parents ignored you.

Caroline went back to England and Logan was too concerned with the company. Plus, Logan had three successors before you. He didn't have any concern for you. Not really. But still he always liked to pull you back into his web just like everyone else. And of course you let him swallow you back up into the web because you were so starved for affection. It was pathetic.

But as of now, he had no use for you. As of now, you were the Roy that had dropped out of business school only a year ago (shortly after the wedding Shiv had). No one knew why except your father and he had shipped you off to Uncle Ewan, not wanting to deal with you, to live in the country.

It was peaceful. You liked it up there with no one to bother you, out in the country, and you felt like you could breathe. And your father contacted you a few times but phone calls never lasted more than a few minutes. It was almost like he didn't know how to deal with you (which he didn't) because he didn't want to broach the subject of what happened a year ago so he simply ignored it. It allowed you to ignore it, too. Almost.

But today you were going back to New York City. Kendall was having his birthday and you would not miss it. You hadn't missed a single one of your siblings' birthdays just on the off chance they might for once notice you, acknowledge you, have need of you. But they had not. It didn't mean you wouldn't continue to try.

So here you were. At his very weird birthday party where the entrance was their mother's vagina. Your eyes had never been so wide. Despite that shock, you continued on. You asked around for Kendall until you came to the tree house.

You smiled prettily, politely, at the security as you asked them to tell you where Kendall was. If they could please make an exception. And they did. You were surprised as you were led through the tree house and right to Kendall. You smiled again at the guard with the soft words of thank you on your lips. The guard was starstruck as he nodded.

The look went unnoticed by you, too blind, too innocent, as you walked forward happily towards your big brother, "Kendall!"

He had been talking to someone but you didn't much care. You were happy to see him. He blinked as he paused in whatever he was saying to stare at you in surprise.

"El?" he questioned.

He had stood and you had immediately hugged him, wrapping him in a tight hug, hoping he wouldn't let go as you smiled so brightly, "Happy birthday!"

Kendall peeled you off of him like you were an unwanted leper which the guest he was with noticed. And he noticed how your smile fell a bit as Kendall did so.

"Thanks, El, but I'm kind of busy right now," Kendall said.

"Oh," your eyes glanced at the blonde guest that you had no idea who he was but you thought he looked rather handsome before you directed your gaze back to Kendall.

"Wait, how did you even get in here?"

You smiled brightly again, "Your security let me in. He was nice."

You didn't notice the guest smile in amusement.

"He let..." Kendall blinked before he sighed. "Look, El. Thanks. Really. But..."

"It's cool," the mystery man that hadn't taken his eyes off you spoke and you noticed he had a Swedish accent. "She can stay."

"Alright. El, this is Lukas," Kendall introduced.

You smiled shyly with a small Hi but even with the small smile your dimples were on full display. You had always been shy at first but once you got to know someone you were sure to never let them go.

Lukas thought you were cute. Adorable. An easy target. He wanted you in his bed.

Kendall kind of pulled you to sit next to him as he talked to Lukas. You didn't listen. You never cared about business talk. You also had a habit of tuning out randomly and dissociating from reality.

"You gonna be okay, El?" Kendall squeezed her shoulder.

"What?" you were confused; he was already leaving you.

"Gotta mingle, El," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I'll be okay," you said and then he was gone, leaving you.

You sighed sadly and Lukas commented, "I didn't know my company could be such a buzzkill."

"Oh," you had almost forgotten he was there. "It's not you."

"I know."

"El?" He questioned.

"Ella," you informed him.

"Ella?" he grinned. "Like the fucking princess?"

"Well," you smiled shyly. "I get treated like one."

"I bet you do," he licked his lips and he stared at you intensely which made your cheeks redden.

Lukas raked his eyes over your frame. You wore a ponytail and your outfit consisted of a turtle-neck sweater tucked into high-waist jeans. But everything was skin-tight on you, letting him see all your curves. You were small with the tiniest waist. But your breasts were large for someone so tiny. He wanted you.

"Do you want to get a drink?" he asked.

You nodded and you both stood up together. For the first time, you noticed how tall he was. Your eyes widened as you blurted out, "You're really tall."

He grinned, "You're really tiny."

You blushed a bit as they headed towards the bar. He was like a giant behind you as he placed a hand on the small of your back while they walked to the bar.

You ordered a mimosa. You had never really liked anything besides mixed drinks that lessened the taste of alcohol. Alcohol was new to you and you had never been one to really misbehave so the instances of you drinking alcohol were few and far between.

He had ordered another beer and the two of you stayed at the bar. His hand didn't move from the small of your back. In fact, his finger was lazily drawing shapes on your back. You didn't tell him to stop. It felt nice. You wouldn't admit that you were touch-starved.

"So, did my brother have some business with you or something?" you asked, cluelessly.

"You weren't listening?"

"It's rude to eavesdrop," you pouted as you shook your head.

"So it is," he grinned before he leaned in close, too close as he spoke. "I have business with your father."

"So what does my father want from you?" you turned towards him and although you had short legs, he did not. Your knees kept brushing.

"My company," He ever so discreetly prodded a knee to slot between your legs. He seemed so calm while internally your heart was racing and a blush crept up your cheeks warm, hot, and blazing.

You put your half-empty drink down, deciding it would only make your cheeks even more red. You had turned your head away from him, too afraid to look, trying to hide your very red cheeks.

You didn't expect him to lean in to whisper into your ear, his breath fanning out across your neck, "Do you want to get out of here?"

"And go where?" you asked curiously.

"Back to my place."

"To do what?" you peeked at him.

"I have trouble sleeping," his suggestive grin grew. "And I think you could help me."

"Like you can't sleep without someone laying next to you?"

He blinked at you. Were you serious? Did you really not know what he was referring to? And the answer was yes, you did not know.

"You should get a dog," you suggested.

"What?"

"A dog. If you need someone to sleep beside you, a dog could fix it," she informed. "I always wanted a dog. I had one once. Hid him in my room for a week before anyone noticed. Then he got out of my room and peed on the carpet. My dad was...mad. I cried and pleaded but...my dad got rid of him."

"It took him a week to notice?"

"Well...yes," you admitted.

He shook his head at the absurdity. How could someone so beautiful be ignored? It did not make any sense.

"Do you want another dog?" he asked before he joked. "I'm sure your brother has one stashed around here somewhere in this fucking monstrosity."

You giggled and it was like music to his fucking ears before you spoke, "This whole thing really is bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

And the night went on with them talking. Well, mostly you talked and he listened as you drank more. And his knee would inch closer to you between your legs but you were convinced that he did not know what he was doing. You chose to play it cool and ignore it even though you were hyperaware of his every movement. And his fingers still drew patterns on your back as you sat beside him making you lean into his touch slightly. You liked it. You liked him.

Your lips formed a dazed smile. You were a lightweight and alcohol made you really happy. Your eyes were droopy, though. Your mind would crash later.

You mumbled with that intoxicated smile, "You're nice."

"Am I?" he smirked a bit.

"Yeah," you smiled before frowning a bit. "No one ever listens to me."

"With such a pretty fucking voice?" he raised his eyebrows.

She giggled, "No one's ever said that to me."

"No?"

"No," she confessed as she bit her lip and you looked away in thought.

His crystal blue eyes were intently focused on you now. On your lips but you didn't notice. But then the two of you were interrupted by your brother, Roman.

You had jumped up at the sight of him and happily hugged him, "Roman!"

"Oh. Wow. So you're in town. Great," he patted your back awkwardly. "Welcome back."

Roman removed himself from your hold and immediately took your seat you had left as he talked to Lukas, "So there you are. Hiding from me like a human VPN and getting cozy with my sister, uh?"

Lukas stared at him coldly as he took a sip of his beer, "Yeah. We're comfortable."

"Not so comfortable now obviously," his tone was clipped and annoyed as Lukas turned his eyesight back to you.

You looked dejected. You stood there and realized you had nowhere to sit now that Roman took your chair. You sighed and he leaned in, whispering as he offered, "You want to sit in my lap?"

"You wouldn't mind?" you chewed on your lip in consideration. You didn't want to be a burden as that was all you ever were.

"No," he grinned a bit before he grabbed you by placing his hands on your waist and lifting you easily to sit on his lap. You situated yourself to sit comfortably, not realizing it caused a dilemma as Lukas inhaled deeply once your ass brushed slightly against his crotch.

"Thanks," you muttered sweetly as you turned your head slightly to look at him. He nodded his head.

"Look, you can totally be 'comfortable' with my sister later," Roman said with air quotes around comfortable. You squinted your eyes at the meaning of that.

"Can I?" Lukas grinned.

"Yeah. Whatever," Roman shrugged.

"What are you trying to say?" you didn't understand. "We're friends or...we're going to be. Of course, we're comfortable."

Lukas couldn't help but grin softly. Roman rolled his eyes, "Do you ever realize how dumb you are?"

You gained a hurt look in your eyes as you pouted. Lukas straightened in his seat and his tone was cold, "Let's not insult your sister, ja?"

"Yeah. Sure..."

And Roman started to talk business. You tuned out of whatever they were saying. You didn't notice Lukas started to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it around his fingers, as he barely listened to your brother.

His other hand was on the edge of the bar and you grabbed it. You played with his fingers in your lap before tracing the lines of his palm. You giggled a bit at the fact that he had no love line. No love for Lukas, you made a joke in your head.

Lukas was gazing at you intently, trying to figure out what you were thinking. You were a complete mystery to him and far from boring.

"If she's apart of the deal in some capacity, will you consider it?" Roman asked.

"You can tell your father I'll be apart of the conversation," Lukas said, wanting to get him to leave.

"Great. I'll take that," Roman smiled like he won the lottery and he got up to leave. "El."

You tuned back in and Roman was giving you a look, telling you he wanted to talk. As he started to leave, you got up to follow.

"It was nice to meet you," you smiled politely at Lukas before leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He grinned, "We'll meet again."

His look was intense and you blushed, nodding, before you scurried off after Roman. Roman grabbed your arm once you caught up and pulled you into a more private area.

"I didn't know you could play dirty, little sis," Roman said.

"What are you talking about, Roman?"

"Come on. You show up and suddenly Matsson is all over you. Were you gonna blow him tonight to get the deal and become Daddy's favorite? Or were you just gonna let him ass-fuck you in that chair?"

"I-What? Roman, ew," you blinked in confusion. "What is wrong with you? I just met him."

Your nose scrunched at the thought and Roman rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah. I forgot. There is no such thing as fucking a stranger and absolutely no one does that ever."

"Well, I. Do. Not," you clarified.

"What? You didn't think about his dick at all while you were sitting on it? Don't be such a prude," Roman said. "Now, go back to Matsson. Tell him you'll fuck him if he takes the deal. Tell him I sent you."

You stared at him in disbelief and shook your head, "Roman, I am not a sex toy that can be bought and sold. I'm your sister."

"Yeah, so do your big brother a favor and take him home. He was giving you fuck me eyes the whole time. He'll be overjoyed."

"He was not giving me...eyes," you were flustered. "He was just being nice since you were so rude."

"Wait," he smiled. "You actually believe that?"

You were silent and he started to laugh. You huffed before storming past him, planning to leave, with your cheeks feeling like they were on fire. And you still did not believe what Roman was suggesting.

AN: so I've been reading shit on tumblr and I decided to try out the second person POV for this story