I smiled, looking in the mirror. I was wearing a black leather skirt with a white crop top and a lack leather jacket with black fishnets and my doc martens.

"Fuck, you look good," Frank muttered as he laid on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head.

"You think?" I asked, taking off my engagement ring. "I'm still worried it might get lost and there's gonna be a lot of people there so I don't wanna risk taking it with me."

I straddled Frank's hips, kissing him roughly. I ground my hips against his and he squeezed my ass. I pulled away and he scowled.

"Oh, Baby, please don't tease me like that," he muttered.

"Maybe tonight when I get back," I said.

"You're gonna be drunk," he said.

"I might not be," I said.

Frank raised his eyebrows and I smiled.

"Okay, I probably will be," I admitted.

"Be safe, okay?" He asked. "Tell me if you need a ride."

"Josh doesn't drink so he'll be taking care of us and driving us," I said.

"Well, do we have time for a quickie?" He asked as he stood up.

I looked at the time and smirked as I dropped down to my knees. Frank raised his eyebrows, biting his lip. I unbuckled his belt, pushing his shirt up. I kissed gently just above his waistband before tugging down his pants and boxers. I wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking him slowly. My tongue ran over his tip and he gasped softly.

He hardened as I stroked him and slowly took him into my mouth. He tangled his hand into my hair, pushing me farther onto him. I looked up at him, our eyes locking as I moved on him. He rocked his hips into my mouth and I gagged.

"Fuck," he whispered. "I love you."

I jerked off what I couldn't fit into my mouth, my tongue pressing against his underside. The salty, bitter taste of precome filling my mouth. Frank pulled me onto him a little rougher and my eyes watered but oh god it did nothing but add sparks to the pit of my stomach. My hand reached up, cupping his balls. He gasped, his head tilted back. I pulled off and kissed around the base of his erection.

I ran my tongue up his underside before circling his tip slowly. I took him into my mouth again, moaning softly. Frank cursed, his hand tightening in my hair. I moved my head on him quickly, letting him fuck my mouth.

"Shit," he muttered. "Shit, fuck, I'm close."

I hollowed out my cheeks, looking up at him. He tilted his head back, moaning loudly with his eyes shut. By the time he came my jaw had a slight ache in it. I pulled off and smiled up at him.

"Fuck, Baby," he muttered.

I stood up, wiping my mouth.

"Well, now I really don't want you to go when we could go for round two," he breathed out. "I can bend you over this bed, fuck you nice and hard."

"Later," I said. "Josh should be here in five minutes."

Frank nodded and we went downstairs.

"I really do want you to be careful," Frank said. "Frat parties can be dangerous and I don't want you getting hurt."

"I will," I said. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said.

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I smiled. A car pulled up and I sighed.

"Alright, it's time to go," I said. "Are you gonna be lonely here without me?"

"I will be but I'll have my work to keep me busy," he said. "Go have fun, sweetheart, but be careful."

I nodded and gave him a kiss before going to get into Josh's car.

"Holy shit, you live in this house?" Josh asked.

"Yeah, sometimes I still can't believe it," I said.

"Man, that place is honestly just breathtaking," he said.

"You should see the inside, it's even more phenomenal," I said. "And frank was talking about how he'd let me throw a party there and he'd buy us alcohol so maybe I can do that one day and obviously you would be invited."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," he said.

I gave him directions to Jamia's apartment and we found her waiting outside for us.

"Hey," she said as she hopped into the backseat.

"You ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've got everything I need," she said.

"Alright, let's head off then," Josh said.

We drove to the campus and found the party in full swing at the frat house.

"Alright, I'm not drinking so just tell me when you two are too tired or drunk and we'll head off home," Josh said.

We nodded and all got out. I was admittedly nervous, walking inside where the crowds of people were. I went through to the backyard, where there were people talking and kegs were strewn around. I poured myself a drink, taking some small sips.

"Hey, I'll be right back, I see a friend from one of my classes," Josh said.

I nodded and he walked off.

"So, looking for a boyfriend now?" I asked.

"Not here, probably more than half of these guys have an STD and I'm really not wanting chlamydia," Jamia said. "I bet they're just crawling with them."

I snorted, sitting down on a bench with her.

"So, how's everything going with the wedding planning?" Jamia asked.

"It's really good, we're both super excited for it," I said.

"Well good because I have already started thinking about the bachelor party," she said. "Are you having separate parties?"

"I don't know, we haven't talked about that part yet," I said. "We've been too excited to marry to really think about that."

"Well, I was thinking maybe we'd go to an art museum and then dinner and then the real party starts when we get to the bar and we party," she said.

"That does sound like a lot of fun," I agreed. "I'll talk to Frank, see if his friends are planning something or if he wants to join us for our partying."

"Does he even like art and art museums?" She asked.

"I think he tries to understand it for me but it confuses him because he just tries to find deeper meanings within all paintings to try and understand me and what I like more," I said. "He's always cheering me on, though, encouraging me to audition for plays and to paint as much as my heart desires."

"He is so sweet," she said. "I need someone like him. Maybe I should go on a blind date and win the fucking lottery with the best man on the Earth like you did."

"Frank has his flaws," I said. "He snores and he sometimes spends too much time working so I don't really always get to see him sometimes."

"You got a man who works making millions a day," she said. "So what if he snores a bit?"

"Yeah, he is pretty perfect," I said. "I really don't deserve him at all. How did I ever possibly manage to snag someone as amazing as him?"

"You're beautiful and amazing and so kind, that's how," she said. "He saw that when you went on a date, saw how special you are."

I blushed, downing my drink quickly.

"I wanna go and find Josh," I said.

I tossed my cup into the trash and went inside, looking for that familiar dyed hair. I found him standing around with some other people that I didn't recognize.

"Hey, Gee, I was just about to go looking for you," he said. "We were gonna play some beer pong, wanna be my partner?"

I nodded and followed them to the ping pong table.

"You know the rules, pretty boy?" One of the guys on the other team asked.

They didn't look like they were part of the frat house, dressed in leather jackets with piercings and tats.

"Yeah, this isn't my first time around," I said.

They set it all up and Josh tossed the first ball, unfortunately missing. The other team appeared to be actually good at this game and I found us both drinking more than them. I giggled, leaning against Josh. I looked at the cups on the other side of the board, frowning for a moment as the room spun momentarily.

I looked passed them when something caught my eye just then. Some guy had his arm around Jamia's waist, leading her towards the stairs. She stumbled a bit, holding onto a table for support. She looked around, almost seeming confused. I dropped the ping pong ball, hurrying over to her as Josh followed behind.

"Hey, Jamia," I said.

I took her hand and the man with her scowled.

"Leave us alone," the man with her said.

Jamia muttered something, almost seeming half asleep as she stumbled again.

"Wh-what did you do to her?" I asked.

Josh shoved the guy away, who was seeming to get increasingly angry with us. I sent a quick text to Frank, wrapping an arm around Jamia's waist.

"Mia," I whispered. "Are you okay?"

Josh was starting to struggle pushing the man away as I tried helping Jamia to the couch to lay down but the man grabbed my arm.

"Let go of me," I said, trying to pull away.

People were starting to look over now as I looked up at the man who was grabbing me.

"Stop it, let go of me," I said.

"Hey, leave us alone," Josh said. "Don't touch them."

Jamia muttered something but I couldn't hear what it was. The man grabbed me, pulling me away from the couch.

"Hey! Don't fucking touch him!" Someone shouted.

I looked up at Frank, who had a gun aimed steadily at the man's head. I gasped as the man quickly let go and held his hands up.

"I don't know where you fucking got that, man, but it's okay," he said. "Look, I-I'm not doing anything, just put that thing down."

"F-Frankie?" I whimpered.

He seemed to notice how scared I was and tucked his gun into the waistband of his pants. The guy ran off and I looked at Jamia nervously.

"Hey, Jamia, you okay?" I whispered.

She seemed to be completely asleep, only turning her head a bit. Frank came to my side and I looked to where his gun was nervously.

"It looks like she was roofied," Frank said. "We need to take her home."

"Is she okay?" Josh asked.

"Yeah," Frank said. "You okay, Baby?"

I didn't answer, staring at his gun.

"He's a little drunk but he's okay," Josh said.

Frank nodded, brushing Jamia's hair out of her face. It was a gentle act and I knew he cared for her too. He helped her up, helping to walk her to the car.

"I'm gonna go home," Josh said. "If you don't need me."

"We'll be fine," I said.

Frank drove us both home but I just stared out the window the entire time. He got Jamia upstairs into bed in one of the guest bedrooms.

"Is she okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "And we need to get you some water, it'll help you."

Frank held my hand but I pulled away.

"Wh-why do you have that?" I whimpered.

"It's for protection," he said.

"It looked like you knew how to use it," I said.

"You're drunk," he said. "We should get you to bed."

He held my arm but I pulled away again.

"I can get there myself," I said. "Please just...put that gun away."

Frank nodded and went downstairs. I went to the bedroom, curling up on the mattress where I quickly passed out.