Francesca's POV:

My eyes are heavy as I stir awake, and when I flutter them open, a smile takes over my face. Ethan is watching me, a grin forming when he notices me wake.

"Morning, darling." Ethan murmurs, his morning voice husky and soothing.

"Morning." Instant regret. I sound like Thomas The fucking Tank Engine. My throat is sore, and when I speak, you can hear very clearly that Ethan fucked it raw last night.

Feeling solace here with him, I reach my right hand up to cup his face, stroking over his stubble that is growing more and more into an actual beard – something I definitely don't mind – and he chuckles, watching me stare up at him.

"It's going when we get home." He tells me and I frown.

"No." I fake a whine. "Seriously?"

"You don't want me to?" He asks, seeming honestly shocked.

"Do whatever you like – it's your face, but it does make you look handsome." I give him a smile.

"Noted." He nods to himself. "Um, this week, you know when we get back? I'm going to be a bit... busy."

"I know." I say and he shakes his head, rolling onto his side to speak to me.

"After such a great weekend, I don't want to seem like I'm distancing myself from you. It's just how this match has fallen. I'm going to be in the gym with Scar, Luke and Mike pretty much all week. I'm not even going to college – I will be doing the work, just not going, but I just want to stress that it's not you. I'm just gonna have to focus on this when I get back." He explains himself and I smile, stroking over his face once more.

"Ethan, you don't owe me an explanation." I assure him.

"Then why do I feel like I killed a puppy?" He asks and I grimace at the picture he put in my mind. "You're seriously okay? I know it's not ideal."

"It would be selfish of me if I wasn't. I'm proud of you, and I'm more than okay about it." I nod, giving him a soft smile for extra measure.

"Four AM start tomorrow, Luke is gonna kill me." He groans, and I honestly pity him.

"I have to ask – who the fuck are Mike and Luke?" I feel kind of bad not knowing, but we don't really talk about boxing much, especially since he stopped when we got together – something he says wasn't my fault, but I choose not to believe him.

"Scar is literally just... my dad, I guess? He owns the gym, spars with me and sometimes coaches on the side. Mike is my manager, he organizes my matches, and then discusses with Scar before going to me. Scar has been in the boxing world a long time, even went professional, so having his word on things is good for my head. Um, and Luke, he's my coach. I've had him since I turned eighteen and I started in the amateur division. He's tough but it definitely pays off." He explains.

"Who is in charge of you going pro? I know you told me last night that Scar is withholding it from you until you finish college, but couldn't you just go behind his back?" I'm such a bad influence – why the fuck did I just say that?

"Little rebel." He tuts, shaking his head with an amused low laugh. "To answer your question, I could, yes, but it would be Luke's call to make. And I also don't think I'm ready for that just yet. The training is intense, worse than you can probably imagine, and I won't be able to finish college that way. Mentally, I'm ready. Some would argue that physically, I am too. But I want to make my dad proud, so college first, and honestly, I want to graduate... which is slightly bizarre." He chuckles to himself.

"Proud of you. You've come a long way." I really mean it. He leans towards me, but before he can kiss me, I cover his mouth with the palm of my hand. "Morning breath."

"You suck me off, I eat you out and we still kiss after, yet this bothers you?" He asks, teasing underlining his tone.

"Yes." I answer simply.

"You're mad." He shakes his head to himself, and I scoff. "You are, darling, don't kid yourself."

"But... just no." I refuse to defend myself with this issue.

"Francesca, you don't even have morning breath because you floss so much that I'd say it's almost concerning, and you use mouth wash every time you brush your teeth. Also, if you really think you sleep with your mouth closed, you're lying to yourself because you breathe on me throughout the night, all the fucking time." He tells me, and my jaw drops – I'm mortified.

"We're done. Broken up." I go to roll over and he catches me before I can, gripping my bare hip, just like he did last night when he was pounding into me – nostalgia filters through my mind like a movie.

"Chill out." He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Bye." I roll over and this time I'm successful, but I'm quickly giving up when the ache between my legs stops me, and I straighten out on the bed like a plank. It's not painful, it just aches, my legs feel on fire. Why did I taunt the devil last night, again?

"You good?" He asks with genuine worry, lifting the sheet higher to cover up my chest that had become bare, which I appreciate because it's chilly.

"Dandy." I reply back, pursing my lips.

"You sore? Want me to massage it better?" He asks and I splutter out a laugh, dropping my head on his chest. "Meh, it was worth a shot."

"You're not going anywhere near my vagina. You're on a ban." I say sternly.

"Aww, till when? The shower?" He pouts, and I narrow my eyes at him. He crosses his arms, basically keeping me in a head lock to his chest. "You're bitchy."

"You're sulky. Sounds like a match made in heaven." I retort quickly. "And I'm not bitchy, you're just annoying."

"I'm not sulky, you just aggravate me." He says, and I smile at that.

"Good." I reply.

"Good." He nods, and I look up at him, with some effort from how he has me held, and we share a brief look before our amused laughter fills the room. "Fuck, I'm so in love with you, darling."

My heart soars at his admittance, it drumming against my chest. "Ethan, you have no idea how in love I am with you. It's fucking crazy."

"Look at us, little saps." He says and then yawns, lifting his arms above his head, and I take this as my escape, rolling over to my side and getting comfortable on the pillow.

"You're a weirdo, but I love you." I reach over and tap the top of his head.

"I'm the weirdo? You just tapped my head." He points out, smiling at me with amusement.

"Let's be weirdos together." I propose.

"That I think we can do." He chuckles.

"Does that mean you'll do TikTok's with me?" I really am pushing it.

"In your fucking dreams." He shakes his head with a laugh.

"Might just start posting videos of you being a cunt." I mutter, looking up at the ceiling. In a split second, he's hovering above me and his hand is wrapped around my throat. I let out a surprised squeal, not expecting that reaction.

"Say it again, darling. I dare you." He threatens, and I'm not totally sure if it's empty.

"You're a cunt- fuck!" I moan at the stinging, pleasurable sensation from him harshly smacking the back of my thigh. "Ethan, I can't have sex, you've bruised my insides."

It's a joke, and I'm glad he takes it as one, letting out a little laugh. "You just have sex on your mind twenty-four-seven, don't you?"

"No." My answer is too quick.

"Yes." He corrects for me.

"You- Shut up." I roll my eyes, and he bites his lip, staring down at me. "What?"

"Sorry, just the vision of you rolling your eyes and my hand around your neck... I'm in heaven." He says, and I laugh, pushing him off me and he rolls back over to his spot on my left. The sheets are hung low around his torso, his v-line prominently on show, and I bite the inside of my cheek at the tent he's sporting beneath them.

"I'm hungry." I randomly blurt when my stomach rumbles quietly, and he raises his brows.

"Shall we go get some breakfast then?" He asks, and I nod, but then I remember my predicament between my legs.

"Maybe a few more minutes." I say to myself, wondering how I'm going to do this.

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yeah. Do, um... do you think they heard?" I ask, dreading the possibility that I've tainted a picture of myself for my friends. I feel more bad than anything, knowing that they've possibly heard.

"I- we weren't exactly quiet." He chuckles, brushing my damp hair out of the way. "Also, there's now dints in the wall from the bed, so they would have definitely heard that."

"Oh God." I groan, covering my face. "I hope they didn't."

"Also, this bedroom is literally right above the living room." He reveals, and I wish I knew that before, because I would have chosen my room.

"Sei un idiota." I mutter, not really meaning the words, they just slipped out.

"I'm guessing that means I'm an idiot." He laughs, and I nod. "What did you say last night?"

"Huh?" I don't know what he's talking about.

"You started speaking Italian when we were having sex." He reminds me and I frown, not remembering that. Did I accidentally just switch up my languages?

"Um, well then, I guess it was something along the lines of what I usually say. I didn't notice." I say honestly, wishing I'd remember.

"It was hot as fuck." He tells me and I laugh, looking up at him. "Say something else."

"Uhm, non so cosa vuoi che dica. Il mio colore preferito era il nero, ma ora è smeraldo." I say and he blinks at me. (Um, I don't know what you want me to say. My favorite color used to be black, but it's now emerald.)

"Fuck my life." He rubs his hand over his face, and I laugh at his reaction. "I know one phrase and that's Ti amo, but that's all that matters."

"Aww." I look up at him. "You love me."

"I do." He nods with a grin.

"I miss speaking Italian." I admit with a sigh.

"Did your father speak it too?" He asks.

"Yeah, fluently. In fact, I didn't really know English, not until I was in Kindergarten. Of course, I knew some things because my mom wanted me to know both, especially since we live in America, but because they fluently spoke Italian, I did too. When I started school and everything, I eventually became more familiar with English, and well, I started to speak that more, even at home around them. We still spoke Italian occasionally though. My parents were fluent in both, because like me, they went to an American high school, but when we were on the road, they didn't exactly speak English much at all. I miss the language, it really is pretty, but it reminds me of her. She had the most beautiful accent." I whisper the latter.

"I bet she did." He intertwines our fingers, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Was she from Italy?"

"They both were. They moved together at twelve-year-old." I laugh, shaking my head. "They lived in Cicely, they took me when I was a baby, so I have photos of the trip, but I don't remember."

"I'm shocked. They knew each other before school? They moved together from Italy?" He asks and I nod. "Huh, I always assumed that they met in school."

"They lived next door to each other – their love story was something out of a novel. It's one of the reasons why I'm such a sappy romantic – their love made me believe it was still out there." I say with a chuckle. "Their parents were best friends and it was their dream to move together, wherever that may be."

"And they chose America?" He frowns.

"Yes." I answer.

"Why not stay in Italy? It's beautiful." He frowns even further.

"I don't know." I laugh, smiling over at his confused state. "They moved, and what my grandparents didn't expect to happen, was both of their children falling in love with each other when they got there. None of my grandparents approved because of how close they were as children – they were best friends, and they thought it was weird."

"I don't understand people." He mutters.

"Me neither." I chuckle. "Anyway, they dated since they were thirteen, kind of in secret. It wasn't common knowledge to their parents, that is until mom fell pregnant at sixteen, which is when they got kicked out. They crashed at friends' places, and dad eventually got the money to buy a van which he converted into like a caravan thing. We lived in that for years – It was teeny but comfortable. I'd never change my upbringing, they did amazing, and they were meant to be together, despite what their parents thought."

"It sounds it." He agrees. "So, you've never met any of them? The evil nightmare grandparents?"

"Nope. Don't know their names either. My parents wouldn't tell me, and honestly, I don't want to know them. They disowned my parents because of me." I point out, rolling my eyes.

"Did her parents not come to the funeral?" He asks with a frown, and a knot forms in my throat at the mention of her funeral.

"Don't know, they could have. Dad didn't tell me it happened, so, uh, yeah, I wouldn't know." I shrug, pursing my lips to stop myself from crying. This is just another reminder of how much he changed.

"Shit, I forgot about that. Sorry, baby." He says apologetically.

"It's okay, it just- it reminds me of back then. I didn't deserve that, but I don't... I don't blame my dad, I blame the man he became. My dad, as bad as he treat me, was a good man; an amazing fiancé to my mom; and a good dad. When mom died, he died with her." I whisper, picking at my nails.

"That doesn't excuse anything." He shakes his head.

"I know, I just- The man that hit me, said all that manipulating shit, I don't believe he's the same man that would pick me up from the sofa and take me to bed when I fell asleep after a movie. It may be denial, but he's lost and he's alone: I may hate him for what he did, but he's my dad. He must be so lonely without my mom, and I still feel that guilt." I admit something that I've already told my therapist.

"Love can do some crazy things to you, and when you lose it, I don't doubt for a second that you lose yourself as well." He murmurs, and I smile over at him. "But, it doesn't excuse what he did to you. He nearly lost you as well and he didn't give a fuck – he should have been grateful he didn't lose his fiancée and his daughter."

"I know." It's an awful reality, that I really do mean so little to him. "I miss him though. Not the awful guy. The guy that would watch princess movies with me, and do things that dads do. I don't think I'll forgive him though. He may have lost my mom, but I lost her too, as well as him and my sister. I miss her."

"Your sister?" He asks and I nod. "How old was she when you last saw her?"

"Two months old? Maybe three?" I question with a frown. "I don't know. She was still a little baby."

"You got any photos?" He asks and my heart stills before I nod, reaching over to grab my phone from the bedside table.

I don't take many photos, it's actually embarrassing how dead my phone looks, and it doesn't take long to find the photos of when I was back in New Haven. I've not looked back on these photos, and I know if I keep scrolling, I'm going to find pictures of my mom.

"This is me and Emma asleep – mom took this." I show him the photo of me asleep on my parents bed, Emma asleep in my arms. She looks peaceful, I look awful.

"She's so small." He comments with a smile.

"Yeah, she was. Um, do you want to see a picture of my mom with her?" I ask nervously. I haven't looked at a photo of her for months... before she died.

"If you're comfortable with that; yeah, I'd love to." He murmurs.

I scroll upwards on my phone and my heart contracts when I see my mom, a wide smile on her face. We're all stood under the 'welcome home' banner, my mom holding Emma to her chest. I remember this day like it was yesterday, when they came home from hospital with Emma.

"That's my family." I choke out, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"She looks so much like you." He whispers, and I nod, wiping an escaped tear. "Don't cry, baby."

"I'm trying not to, it's just hard. Photos are hard." I whisper, and he exits my photos app before turning my phone off.

"You're doing amazing, darling." He cups my jaw, wiping my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"I know. I know." I repeat, giving him a little smile. "I just- I wish she was here, I just want a hug."

"Can my hugs work for now?" He asks and I nod weakly. He pulls me atop of him, the sheets pooling at my waist, and he wraps his arms me. I duck my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. "I love you, darling."

"I love you too." I mumble against his shoulder. "Thank you for being here for me. As always."

"Always will." He replies back as if it's a promise.

"Do you ever think of your parents?" I whisper, wondering if he does. I know it's a sensitive topic, and one I never bring up, but I feel like right now, hugging each other, is a better time than any.

"Sometimes, yeah." He says and I lift my head up to look at him, his arms still tightly around me. "I have the option to know who they are, but I see no point when I have a family already. All I hold for my so-called parents is hate and anger. I hate the unknown, but the unknown of them comforts me. I don't want to know what I could have had – I think it'd break me."

"I understand." I murmur, giving him a little sympathetic smile.

"Now, give me a kiss." He demands, pulling me down to him and I whine as our lips smash together. He cups my ass cheeks, landing a slap on one, making me involuntarily open my mouth with a moan, and he dives his tongue in. I kiss him back, getting lost in the kiss, that is until he mumbles against my lips. "Mhm, minty."

"Liar." I slap his chest, pulling away. He laughs as he grasps my ass once more, and then pulls me down to him, giving me one last kiss on my lips, which I ravel in, loving the simple gesture. "Vaffanculo." (Fuck off.)

"Well that's rude, darling." He jokes, and I smile, noticing he remembered what it means. "I'm going to shock you one day and will be able to have a conversation with you."

"Sure." I don't believe it, but I'll take it.

"Now, let's go get some breakfast before I fuck you again, you're looking irresistible right now." He mutters.

"Honestly, I'm proud of your restraint." I say, shocked he hasn't tried anything.

"I know, right? Been sat on me for over a minute, completely naked and I haven't slipped a finger in. I'm proud too." And he takes it all away.

"Ethan, if we have sex in the next twenty-four hours, count yourself lucky." I give him an overly nice smile.

"Don't worry, I will." He pulls me down to him and I smile as he wraps his arms around the back of me again. "And I'll be extra nice, take you nice and slow, whispering sweet things into your ear when you cum all over my cock like a good girl."

I moan lowly at his words, his mouth nipping at the skin between where my neck and ear meet. He runs his hands down my back, and I involuntarily grind against his barely covered groin, earning a groan from him. It also causes me some pleasure, but I hide that fact from him as much as I possibly can.

"We're not dry humping like teenagers." He husks out, and I giggle, moving over him again. "Francesca, you needy bitch."

"You know that turns me on." I joke.

"Oh, yeah, my degrading bitch?" His words make me moan, squeezing my legs tightly around his waist.

"You know..." I trail off, flattening my palms against my breasts, circling my fingers over my nipples. "Just one slip and your cock can be in me."

"You're playing a very dangerous game, darling." He warns, gripping my hips.

"You want to fuck me, huh? You're so hard, Ethan. I can feel you under me, dying to sink into my tight cunt." I whisper, and he groans, his hips bucking upwards. "You're getting needy, baby. So submissive."

"Francesca, I will flip you over and fuck you raw, I don't give a fuck." He bites out, and I smile at his reaction.

"But, yes, yes, you do. You know I'm too sensitive, too sore for that just yet, and you're too caring to do anything I'm not comfortable with." I'm taunting the devil again – I have a death wish.

"Frances-" He's cut off with someone knocking at the door.

"Yes?!" I don't why I yell, but I do, and Ethan glares up at me.

"Can we come in?" It's Lauren, and I smile, picking up the sheet that's pooled at my waist, rolling over onto my side of the bed.

"Yeah, of course you can." I finally reply when I'm situated, the sheets covering me, and Ethan shakes his head in disbelief.

He turns onto his side, pulling me flush against him, his cock sitting between my thighs. I squeeze around him, just to see if it'll be possible to tease him more, and the low moan that leaves his mouth confirms that I definitely can.

The door opens and Lauren steps in wearily, Felix following behind her.

"Hi." I purse my lips, ducking my head into the pillow, and Lauren smiles at me.

"Morning, children!" Felix yells, sauntering into the room like he owns the place, and my nerves spiral, hoping there's no condoms anywhere – I'm like ninety percent sure Ethan god rid of the one we used.

"Good morn- What the fuck are you doing?" Ethan asks him, and I squeeze my legs around him – that's for being mean to Felix. He hisses lowly next to my ear, so low that I hardly heard.

"Felix!" Lauren scolds Felix quietly as he starts to play with the drapes like a child.

"Ooh, we have news." Felix says, turning around, and I raise my brows at them.

"News?" Ethan presses with a frown. They can't be having twins or triplets, right?

"We- no, well- Lauren took the test an hour ago, she's definitely pregnant. We've got a doctors appointment next week, and we wanted to let you guys know." Felix says, and a smile forms on my face for them.

"Congratulations, brother." Ethan smiles for them. "And you, little one, you're both going to be great parents."

"Thank you." Felix says, and Lauren shares the same smile as he does – happiness, a little nerves, but more joy than anything else.

"You're going to love the first ultrasound, you'll never forget it." I say, and Ethan presses a kiss to the blade of my shoulder. "It's weird though, I remember going with my mom, it takes a while, so if they can't find your baby straight away, don't stress, they'll be hiding."

"Thank you." Lauren gives me an appreciative smile.

"Yeah, we don't need any breakdowns." Felix adds.

"Which would most definitely be you." Lauren rolls her eyes. "I'm rational, you... you're not."

"Anyway, hormonal pregnant girl aside, we-" He gets whacked on the chest by Lauren, and I laugh, tightening my legs again around Ethan's cock, this time on accident.

"Darling." Ethan warns lowly. I don't say anything, I just watch Lauren and Felix silently converse with glares and pouty faces.

"Anyway!" Felix abruptly yells, turning away from Lauren. "We have McDonald's breakfast downstairs, we've just come through the front door, so everything is still hot."

"We'll be down in a few minutes. We still need to get dressed." Ethan grits out.

I smile to myself, knowing I've made him feel this flushed and frustrated. I'm evil because I'm honestly proud. "We won't be long. Can you please pour me a glass of apple juice?"

"Demon juice." Lauren corrects with a sour expression.

"I will." Felix gives me a smile.

"Thank you." I appreciate.

"Bye! Don't be too long." He waves behind him as Lauren pushes him out of the room, and when the door is shut behind, I squeeze my legs around Ethan again.

"Babe, you have a death wish." Ethan grits out.

"You going to slip in me, teach me a lesson?" I whisper and he nibbles down on my shoulder blade.

"No... because that's what you want, isn't it?" He asks, gripping my hips and in a second, I'm back on top of him. "You're going to suck my cock, finish me off real good, and then we're going to go downstairs. You're going to sit with your little frustrated problem, until I feel like I want to make it better."

"That's not fair." I point out with a pout on my face.

"Life isn't fair." He retorts.

"I hate you." I glare at him, but secretly, my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting him again.

"You going to go down and suck me off like a good girl?" He moves my hair out of the way, and the tension between my legs only throbs more.

"Yes." I whisper, hating how easy I fucking cave to him – one day, one day I will dominate this bastard.

"Yes, who?" He presses – oh, for fuck's sake.

"Yes, daddy." My reply is more sassy than intended, and he fists up my hair, pulling my head back.

"Stop with the attitude." His harsh words almost make me melt. I love him so much. "I can hear in your voice, it's sore, so I won't fuck it if you behave for me."

"But, what if I want that?" I whisper innocently, batting my eyelashes at him. I deserve an award for this amount of teasing.

Before he can reply – because I know he's on the end of his tither – I crawl down his body, and I take hold of his cock, moving the sheets away with my other hand. He exhales a breath, watching me, and I smirk to myself as I dance my tongue over the tip, basically skimming it, only teasing him further.

"Francesca, I'll force my cock down your throat in a second if you don't stop." He threatens and I giggle to myself, dragging my tongue down the base of him. "Darling, stop messing around."

"It's not nice, is it?" I ask, thumbing the tip of his cock, collecting his pre-cum.

"No." He grits out.

"Then behave for me, pretty boy." I smile, knowing that I have the upper hand – I always do. He acts dominant, he is dominant, but I know with one simple word that his domineer will drop, he'll stop and let me take control. It makes me feel safe knowing that.

Before he can speak, I take his cock in my mouth, sucking on the tip as I work the base of him with my right hand. His groans meet my ears, and I look up, watching him in pure pleasure. With my spare hand, I reach under him and grasp his balls, kneading them as I take him further in my mouth, swirling my tongue over his length.

"Fuck, darling. Sucking my cock so well." His praising spurs me on, and I feel my arousal starting to pool between my legs.

My throat, as he guessed, is sore as fuck, but feeling him back in my throat again – fuck, it's heavenly. I pump him with my hand, bobbing my head up and down, his tip hitting the back of my throat repetitively, over and over again.

I hold back my moans as I clench my thighs together, easing near to no pleasure that needs to so desperately be eased. I can't believe he's going to get off, and he's going to leave me after this. Why couldn't we just sixty-nine?

I pull up from him, catching my breath slightly, and I smile at him, guessing there's no harm in asking. "Can we sixty-nine?"

"No." He answers and I frown, my lips pulling up into a pout. "You're going to suck my cock, like a good fucking whore, and I'm going to watch. As much as I'd love to eat your cunt out while you're doing that, you don't deserve it after teasing me in front of our friends like before."

"You know I can bite your dick off whenever I please, right?" I check to see if he's aware of how much power I hold right now.

"Shut the fuck up." He lets out a laugh, and I giggle up at him, grabbing back ahold of his dick.

When I take him in again, he pushes my head down, and I moan around him, bobbing my head up and down again, tears only now pooling in my eyes from how fast I'm doing so. When he thrusts his hips up, a moan escaping, I know he's close, and I pull up, my teeth grazing his cock and he moans even louder, liking the feeling.

"Yes! Do that again. So close, darling. So close." He repeats, and when I lower my mouth on him once again, the door all of a sudden opens.

Ethan grabs the sheets, pulling them over me, and I bite my lip, knowing that whoever that was, definitely saw me- well, us.

"Hanna!" Ethan yells, and I laugh, dropping my head down onto his thigh. "What the fuck?!"

"I knocked and you said yes, I- I'm so sorry." Hanna's laughing too, and I'm so glad because I would hate to have ruined her life – I mean, I probably still have. I crawl up the bed, keeping the sheet to my chest as I join Ethan at the top, him not at all looking happy.

"Leave." He points towards the door.

"You have a good dick, if that makes you feel better." She continues on, winding him up.

"Hanna!" I exclaim, and she laughs even harder.

"Will you leave?" He deadpans.

"No. In fact, Felix gave me very strict instructions not to." She says, and I laugh, finding this ridiculously funny. This is Karma, I'm sure of it.

"We'll be down in a few minutes." I now say, and she shakes her head at me.

"You said that to Felix, ten minutes ago." She says, and I raise my brows – ten minutes? Wow, that went fast.

"Can we at least have some privacy? I need to get into clothes." I say and that's when she smiles.

"Which are in your room." She points out, grabbing my blanket from the chair in the corner of the room. "Come on horny people, break it up and get your ass in gear – you have McDonald's waiting."

"I mean... when you put it like that." I shrug, taking the blanket from her.

"Are you serious?" Ethan asks in disbelief.

"Like you said; you'll just have to wait until I feel like I want to make it better." I whisper, throwing – mostly – his own words in his face, before pressing my lips softly to his. "Bye, pretty boy. I'll see you downstairs."

Not really bothered about Hanna seeing me naked since she has several times before, especially my boobs since she was the one who pierced and looked after them – I stand, and wrap myself up in the grey blanket. I turn around, flashing a glaring Ethan a grin before following Hanna out of the room, which she closes shortly behind us.

I'm fortunate I have a blanket drowning me, so when I left, he wasn't able to see the little waddle underneath it, from the ache between my legs which isn't as bad as I thought.

"How big is his dick?" These are Hanna's first words as soon as we have privacy, and they don't surprise me.

"Big." I answer briefly, tucking my chin to my chest to keep my blanket more secure.

"I saw." She widens her eyes, shaking her head, which makes me giggle. "I'm sorry by the way, I know I'm an annoying cockblock, but I thought it'd be fun to make him wait."

"Works in my favor actually, thank you." I say with a smile. She doesn't need the details, and without them, she smirks anyway.

"We're leaving at noon, do you think you'll be packed for then?" She asks me.

"Yeah, it's only ten now, right?" I check.

"Nine-thirty." She says and I nod, smiling.

"Then definitely." I answer.

She follows me into my bedroom and I tell her to make herself comfortable, while I go and find an outfit, which is easier said than done. I'm almost one-hundred perfect sure that Ethan won't let this drop, so I'm not going to wear jeans, I need something... accessible – something I usually wouldn't do, to make it harder for him, but honestly, I'd take anything at this point, so I'm going to make it easier.

After flicking through my very few options, I decide on a navy blue tank top and black jersey shorts – something comfortable for the drive, too.

I walk into the bedroom, Hanna lying out on the bed in her short set of black and red checkered pajamas. I drop my clothes down on the bed, startling her from whatever trance she was in, and when she looks up, she smiles.

"I need your opinion on something." I say, and she nods for me to go ahead. "Does a clit piercing actually change anything, like sexually?"

"You're thinking of getting one?" She asks, and I shrug, not sure of it. "Well, it feels really good, but not when it's recovering. You won't be able to get off for... a while."

"I'm just impulsive, I don't even want it. I just want to get more piercings, but I don't know where." I roll my eyes at myself, dropping the blanket, so I can get dressed. "I also want to get a tattoo, so I'm game whenever you're ready to gets yours."

"Really?" She brightens up, and I nod, pulling on a red thong. "Okay, well I'll call the guy... Mason, was it?"

"Yeah, he's really good." I say, grabbing the shorts from the bed.

"And for piercings, I think you'd look good with a sternum piercing like I have." She says, gesturing her hands over my boob area.

"It's painful though." I point out and she shakes her head. "You said it's painful."

"I did it myself and I was drunk." She laughs, and I roll my eyes at her.

"I'll think about it." I say and she smiles, looking up at the ceiling as she starts to hum the tune to Don't Stop Believin' by Journey, which has me frowning. "Are you okay? You're not turning into one of those Glee kids, are you?"

"Would you disown me as your friend if I was?" She gasps dramatically, hand on heart, and I throw the blanket at her head before I quickly pull my tank top on over my head, not bothering with a bra. My hardened nipples make me want to rethink my options though. "You're going to kill Ethan with those piercings, babe."

"They're not for him, but it helps." I smile to myself – her comment making me feel much better. "Now we can go eat, I'm hungry."

"Oh, speaking of food, we still need to catch up on the date since you so nicely went to bed and Ethan kept you all to himself." She says with a smile.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? He's greedy." I agree, and she laughs, taking my outreached hand.

We make our way down the stairs, the ache between my legs is surprisingly less sore than yesterday, and I'm happy about that because I don't want to help Ethan's ego.

Hanna pushes the door open, and surprisingly, Ethan is already down here, wearing grey joggers – something so simple, yet it has the butterflies swarming – and a white Armani t-shirt. He looks good, but I'm confused as to how he's down here before me.

"Finally!" Matt exclaims, and I smile, walking over to him, as well as everyone else.

"Sorry. I was getting dressed and couldn't find anything I wanted to wear, but I ended going with comfortable instead." It's a lame excuse, and I spot Hanna smiling to herself as she rounds the island.

"It's fine. You're here now." Lauren says, passing me a tall glass of apple – or as she so nicely puts it, demon juice.

"Thank you." I give her a smile. "And congratulations, baby Campbell-Fernandes is officially confirmed and in the oven."

"I can't believe it." She smiles to herself, her hand dropping to her small bump, and I hate that my heart starts to hurt. I know I can't have what she has, even though I don't truly want it.

"Two percent." I feel nauseas as the words spiral my mind. "Prone to miscarriage."

"We're really happy for you, kids." Matt says, smiling at them two, and I take a sip of my juice, hating myself further for feeling this way.

Ethan's worried eyes meet mine and I force a smile, it not reaching my eyes. He all of a sudden claps his hands together, gathering peoples attention. "I'm starving, where's the food?"

"Here." Felix laughs, picking up the McDonald's bag from the side before emptying the contents onto the island counter. "Grab whatever you want, guys."

"You didn't have to wait. I'm sorry." I apologize, feeling guilty – I didn't expect them to wait for us.

"No problem, we were guessing what sex position you guys were in." Matt shrugs it off like it's nothing.

"We- we weren't having sex!" I defend myself.

"Sure." Felix drags the word out.

Ethan chortles to himself, not at all helping our predicament, and I groan, dropping my head into my hands.

"You realize we're adults and we can fuck whenever we want?" I ask, looking at them all, and they all nod, not really bothered about it. "We weren't having sex."

"And we believe you." Hanna taps on my shoulder, and my jaw drops at how she's not at all helping me.

"Well, I fucking wish." I roll my eyes, my earlier frustration getting the best of me.

"Shut up and eat." Ethan thrusts a hash brown into my hand, and I glare, taking it from him. "Good girl."

"Shut the fuck up." I snap, and he laughs to himself.

"Okay, I'm convinced they didn't, now." Lauren says, leaning onto the table, narrowing her eyes between us. "Yup, she didn't get dicked down this morning."

"Nah, she didn't" Hanna adds, and I look up at her, who is just smiling in amusement.

"Okay, I'm just going to eat my nice hash brown – which thank you, Felix, for getting by the way – and ignore the lot of you." I say, munching into the fried food, which is as good as I expected.

"Fine, fine, we'll shut up." Lauren says with a smile. "How was your date? Where did Kane take you?"

"Um, we went on his bike to this restaurant on the promenade." I stop to take a sip of my drink since my throat still sounds croaky, but I'm grateful no one has clocked it. "And he booked one of the tables on the roof, and it was perfect, like there was fairy lights and everything. We were there for a few hours, talking more than we did eating – the food though, that was gorgeous. And from there, Ethan drove us to this massive hill where we literally could see the whole of the city – it was so peaceful, and that's where..."

"Where what?" Matt asks desperately, and I smile over at Ethan.

"It's where I asked her to be my girlfriend again." Ethan says, and Matt squeals, hugging me into his side.

"My little peanut is taken again." Matt kisses my forehead.

"I'm so happy for you guys." Lauren smiles.

"Yeah, even though that now makes me officially the only single one." Hanna jokes.

"Excuse me, we're all single but them." Felix points out.

"You're having a baby with the little one. And as much as you try to deny it, Matt, you're in love with Kieran." She points out, and everyone just mumbles to themselves because what she's saying is nothing but facts.

"I liked it more when we were teasing the lovebirds." Matt mumbles, biting into his McMuffin.

"Ooh, did you order any double sausage and egg?" I wonder, and Lauren picks one up, handing me it. "Thank you so much, I've been craving one of these for ages, but I'm too lazy to wake up and go get one in time."

"I have offered." Ethan points out.

"But I don't want you driving out of your way." I mutter.

"McDonald's is never out of the way." He deadpans and I laugh, unwrapping the McMuffin.

"He's not wrong." Matt mumbles through a mouthful.

"What are everyone's plans when we get back?" Felix asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. As child like as he is, I think Felix has the most manners out of us all.

"I'm in the gym until nine." Ethan says, pulling his nose up at the fact, and I give him a little pity smile.

"PM?" Lauren frowns.

"Yup, my match is on Saturday, so I need to get ready." He nods, taking a bite of his hash brown.

"And eating hash browns are the way to go." Felix replies sarcastically, and Ethan grins up at him, mouth full and all. "Fucking disgusting."

"Oh, shut up." Ethan rolls his eyes, but he's quickly slapping Felix's hand away when he tries to steal the food. "I have today to eat what I want, leave me the fuck alone."

"I want a milkshake." Lauren mumbles to herself, and Hanna pushes her the carton of strawberry. "Ah! Thank you. I forgot you had this"

"No worries." Hanna smiles.

"I'm going to go see Kieran, I think." Matt answers, regarding Felix's question beforehand.

"Are you telling him?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink.

"I don't know, maybe? I don't have a clue. Knowing us, we'll just end up having sex and watching Shameless." Matt chuckles to himself, trying to be lighthearted about the situation, but I can tell he's nervous about it.

"I see nothing wrong with that. Who is your favorite character?" Felix asks, and I laugh to myself, seeing as Felix can literally move any conversation along.

"Definitely Mickey." Matt answers.

"I second that." I say, taking another bite of my McMuffin.

"So, we all agree he's our favorite?" Lauren asks, and Felix nods over at her. "I have a paper to write when I get back, so wish me luck."

"Wait, for English Lit ?" I ask and she nods with a groan. "I finished mine last week, I can help you."

"You're so brainy, it makes me sad. But thank you, I really appreciate it." She sends me a smile.

"Brainy? I wouldn't say I'm-"

"You get A stars on every paper you write." Matt taps my shoulder, giving me a tight-lipped smile. "You're brainy."

"Okay, I can easily collect information." I shrug it off. "And aren't you all glad I'm... brainy? I wouldn't be at college on a full scholarship otherwise, and I wouldn't know you."

"To Francesca's brains." Felix raises a glass, and I choke on my drink as a laugh splutters out. I shake my head, willing the tears not to form as I lie my head on Matt's shoulder.

"Oh, my God." Hanna laughs, raising her glass as well.

"I've loved this weekend." Lauren speaks up, and I smile over at her.

"Best weekend ever?" Felix looks down at her, his features full of love as he asks her this question.

"Yeah, best weekend ever." She whispers, giving him a smile.

"I agree." Hanna nods, looking around the table at the crazy bunch that is our friendship group. "I've loved it."

"Same, it's been great." Matt says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Yeah, thank you, Felix, for showing us casa Campbell. I hope we can come back again." I give him a smile.

"Aww, you're going to make me all emotional." Felix wipes a faux tear, sniffling for dramatic effect. "But, honestly. This place... it means a lot to me, and I'm just glad I have the awesome friends that I do, to bring you all here and show you about. It's been a blast."

"Why don't we make it a yearly thing? We'll go in the spring?" Ethan suggests, and I perk up, my heart warming that he's planning for the future, something including me. The future scares me, which is why, lately I've just endured living in the present. It gives me a sense of comfort strangely, I like living in the now.

"I think we can do that." Felix nods, squeezing Lauren's shoulder before he reaches over and grabs a hash brown for himself.

"We'll have to bring the baby though." Lauren reminds him.

"More for the better, right?" He smiles at her.

From the outside looking in, you can see love everywhere. There's love between me and my friends. Love between Kieran and Matt. Lauren and Felix. Ethan and I. There's love everywhere, but the feeling itself makes you blind. At one point though, the blindfold will lift, and they'll have their moment in the sunlight.

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Putting my suitcase down in the hallway, ready for when we leave, Ethan drops his bag beside it. Startled, I look up at him and he gives me a sheepish, apologetic look. "Sorry, darling."

"Sure, you are." I reply sarcastically, and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him despite me being reluctant,

"You look beautiful." He murmurs, his minty breath fanning over my face.

"I don't, but thank you." I accept the compliment, but right now, I must look like hell. The most I've been able to do with my appearance today is brush my teeth, wash my face and brush my hair – no makeup in sight, one of my biggest confidence boosts.

"You do. So beautiful." He continues, tucking my hair behind my ear before running his fingers over my features. "These freckles – God, I love them; they're one of my favorite things about you. Your cheeks; they've been littered with too many tears in your life, but they are ever so perfect. The way they blush crimson at my words, the way they dimple with your smile – I love them. These lips... I aren't even going to start talking about them because I'll have to bend you over and take you right now. Your nose; it's pretty and brushes against mine perfectly, like you were molded just for me. These piercings, well we all know how much I love these – they were made to be for you, darling. And your eyes, not emerald like my own, but they capture me like the forest that they are, and they drink me in. You're so perfect, darling."

"Ethan." My voice is croaky, my emotions all over the place. He cups my jaw, smiling at me. "I love you; you don't know how much I needed to hear all that."

"That's just your face as well, I didn't even get started on your boobs, your ass-" His words are cut off when I crash my lips on his. He chuckles against me, before deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue through my now parted lips. "So perfect."

"Fuck me." I moan against his mouth, my tongue now battling his. "Please fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" He husks out, and I nod, needy against his mouth.

"Please." I beg. "I need you."

"You weren't so nice earlier, leaving me painfully hard and ready to cum." He tuts between kisses, and I exhale a shallow breath, rolling my head back as he starts to trail kisses down my jaw. "I don't think you deserve my cock after that."

"I'll take anything." I moan when he sucks harshly at an already bruised spot on my neck.

"Such a whore for me, yeah?" He asks and I nod, screwing my eyes shut as the pressure in my lower belly becomes unbearable.

"Ethan, if you don't fuck me, I'll get myself off in the bathroom. You can't stop me." I warn, knowing he'll hate the latter – well, without him being present, of course.

"Come with me." He grasps my hand in his.

I follow him, and I purse my lips when I realize where he's taking me. He reaches above the door, takes the key and unlocks it before pushing it open for us. The drapes are shut, and Ethan switches on the light, illuminating the room.

A large dark oak desk greets me, a black leather chair sat happily behind it. He's brought me to the office.

I turn my head towards him, and he smirks, pulling me in further, so he can shut the door behind us. "Want to recreate a scene from your book, my dirty whore?"

"Ethan." My voice is barely audible, suddenly nervous, and he purses his lips, swinging our joint hands innocently.

"We don't have to, but I mean, it's a great opportunity." He gestures to the desk.

"Do we have time?" I ask, knowing we won't have incredibly long since we're leaving soon.

"Well, after not finishing earlier and you basically edging me the whole morning – yeah, I think we will." He answers, annoyance clipping his tone slightly. "Darling, answer me this. Is getting fucked over a desk a fantasy of yours? If I remember correctly, your sweet annotations told me it is. Do you want to get fucked over a desk like a slut?"

"Yes." I whimper out, his words causing a storm to my mind, body and spirit – what spell has he got me under?

"What was that?" He asks me to repeat.

"Please fuck me." I say, gaining a bit more confidence.

"Still can't seem to hear you, darling." He tuts to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans on the desk.

"That door through there... it looks pretty, I think it's a bathroom." I point to the door on my left, slowly making my way over to him, and he clenches his jaw at my insinuation. "Fuck me, Ethan, or I'll do it myself. I'll make sure to be loud, so you can hear how well I can do so, without any of your help."

Without any words, he straightens up, grabs my hips and kisses me hungrily, like he's starving and I'm the last meal. When I regain composure on reality and I'm about to kiss him back, he pulls away and spins me around, leaving me breathless. He pulls me flush against him, his erection prominently straining through his sweats, and I bite down on my lip as he tilts my face upwards to meet his eyes.

"Tell me this is okay. Tell me you want this. Give me your consent." He pleas desperately.

"Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me like a whore. Tame me." I don't know where the latter came from, but it more than answers his need of consent.

He pushes me down to the desk, my left cheek pressed against the dark oak, and he leans over me, squeezing my hip. "You're okay in this position, right? You've got control, darling. Always have, always will."

"I know." I nod, feeling okay, comfortable and safe with him. "Please, fuck me. It's getting unbearable."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret saying them, expecting Ethan to use them against me by dangling it above me for longer until I'm begging. But he doesn't.

Instead, he pushes my shorts down my legs and moves my thong to the side, giving me what I need. He trails his index and middle finger through my folds, collecting my arousal, and while I breathe heavily against the table, I hear him suck his fingers into his mouth. He avoids my clit though, somewhere I so desperately need him.

I look back and see him opening a condom, one that has been nestled into his sweatpants pocket all morning, and he rolls it onto his cock, tongue perched between his teeth as he does. When he successfully has it on, he looks up and catches me staring, causing him to smirk as he approaches me from behind.

"What was the reason the woman needed to be fucked so harshly over the man's desk, Francesca?" He's... quizzing me now? The tip of his cock rests at my entrance, and I'm assuming I need to answer before he thrusts forward.

"She- fuck- She kissed his brother." I let out a moan as he pushes into me, and my walls stretch for him so easily.

"Oh, yeah? And why did she do that?" He breathes out, and I bite down on my lip.

"Because she needed his attention." I whimper when his thrusts start to normalize at a sinful pace – hard yet not too quick.

"So, she kisses his brother?" He seems genuinely confused now, and I let out a laugh at how quick his domineering façade can drop. "Please don't kiss Felix, I will be forever broken."

"Shut the fuck up, we're not thinking of Felix right now." I bite out, and he chuckles, thrusting into me a bit harder. "And if anything, I'll kiss one of the girls, maybe Matt."

"Oh, yeah?" He leans over me, and I whimper at how his dick tilts to a different angle – it's deeper, more pleasurable.

"Fuck me like this, feels so good." I get out as quickly as I can, moaning loudly when he rocks into me.

"If you kiss anyone, and I mean anyone, your ass will be bruised for a week, Francesca." He husks out, threatening me emptily and I moan at the thought – he wouldn't hit me, not unless it was sexual or we were having sex, which he was insinuating. "You like the sound of that punishment, darling?"

"Yeah." I pant out.

"Want me to bruise your pretty little ass? Give you a preview of what happens when you misbehave and talk back to me?" He continues to taunt, and I nod, pushing my ass towards him, daring him to do so.

"Been so bad, Ethan." I whimper, clenching around his cock as my arousal starts to stream down my thighs.

The thought of him spanking me, slapping my ass until it's bruised shouldn't turn me on as much as it is doing. I can't get the vision out of my mind.

He straighten up, his cock tilting to its original angle and I bite down on my lip, waiting for his hand. His open palm hits my right ass cheek, and I buck forward, my clit nudging against the desk, causing me to moan at the pleasure. He doesn't soothe the sting on my ass, he just lands another hit, harder this time, the force causing me to bite into my lip, leaving a metallic taste linger in my mouth.

"Fuck, Ethan." I breathe out, my mind spiraling with sinful thoughts.

"You okay?" He checks and I can only moan in response, pushing my ass out further. "Such a whore for me."

"Only you." I respond back, causing another hit to land on my ass.

"Want to fuck this ass one day." He murmurs, moving his middle finger over my hole, and I involuntarily moan at the thought. "We can use that vibrator you so fondly speak of, fill both of your holes. And you'll like that, won't you? Because you're a greedy bitch?"

"Fuck, yes." I answer, nodding against the desk.

"Want me to finger your tight hole, darling?" He asks and I whine, screwing my eyes closed. "Answer me. Do you want my finger in your ass?"

"Yes, Ethan. Please." I beg tirelessly.

He pulls out of me and I whine at the loss – I feel so empty. He plunges his finger into my cunt, collecting my arousal on his finger before circling it over my asshole. What I don't expect him to do next, is to spit directly on my ass, making sure I'm well lubricated for his finger – God knows what it'll be like when I take his cock or a dildo.

He slips his cock back into my cunt, and while creating a rough yet steady pace of his thrusts, he carefully circles his finger over my asshole. He does this for a while, whispering steady words to calm me, and when he's happy, he sinks his finger tip in.

Involuntarily, I close up, my ass not liking the intrusion, but when he tries the second time after some sweet coaxing, I take him in. Contrary to his brutal thrusts to my cunt, he's careful with my ass, slowly pushing in, swirling inside to help open me up further. It's a weird feeling, a slight pressure – foremost it adds to the pleasure I'm feeling.

"Both of your holes, taking me so well." He praises, and I moan at his words. "Such a good girl for me. "

"Fuck." Yeah, I definitely have a praise kink.

"Reach down and circle your clit for me, darling. I know you can do it." He coaxes, and I don't hesitate, allowing my hand to reach under my body and between my thighs.

I jolt forward, whimpering, basically heaving atop of the table with pleasurable bliss when I start to circle my clit hazardously. "Fuck, feels so good."

"Oh, yeah?" He asks, a smirk to his tone.

"Yeah." I sigh heavily, letting my eyes roll back as I continue to circle my clit and his finger starts to thrust faster in my ass.

"What happens after the guy fucks her over the desk, Francesca?" He now asks, and I gulp back a moan to answer.

"He doesn't... he doesn't let her finish." I hope this isn't a total reenactment.

"Aren't you glad I'm playing nice today?" He asks, and relief falls over me, knowing that he is going to make me finish today. "I want to see you cum all over my cock like a good girl. Want to see it leak down your thighs like the whore you are."

"Fuck." I moan, clenching around him again.

"You close, darling?" He asks and I whine, nodding my head. "You going to cum for me, pretty girl?"

"Yes. I'm gonna- I'm cumming- Fuck, Ethan!" I can hardly get it out as my eyes screw shut, my orgasm creeping up on me like a tsunami, crashing in massive waves of pleasure.

He holds me up, his hand pressing against my lower belly as my legs shake, threatening to give way. I don't stop circling my clit, overstimulating myself, and his thrusts keep up with the torturous pace, driving me through climax.

"Fuck, Francesca. Soaking my cock like a good girl." He praises, and I thrash my body, my clit aching from the stimulation of my finger. "Keep circling that clit of yours, darling."

"Yes, daddy." I reply, the name slipping out involuntary now.

It takes less than a minute for my second orgasm to approach, rapidly, I might add. My legs quiver, shaking violently, and my mouth falls ajar, a throaty low scream escaping as my climax washes over me for the second time. I buck upwards, the pleasure becoming too much, but I don't stop circling my clit.

I let out strings of whines, whimpers, moans – the pleasure becoming so unbearable that tears start to stream down my cheeks, but it's a painful pleasure I've become familiar to enjoy.

His drives into me faster, before eventually stilling and letting out a deep, loud moan, cumming into the condom. He carefully pulls his finger out of my ass before he leans over me, wrapping me in his arms, so I'm not resting totally on the hard desk.

"Fuck." He pants out, and I feel his cock twitch, still orgasming inside of me.

"Yeah." I agree tirelessly.

"Pull up your pants! We're leaving!" Felix's voice travels through the door, and I whine – our little bubble is popped.

"We never do have five seconds, do we?" Ethan whispers, irritation in his voice.

"Nope." I chuckle, craning my neck back to see him. "C'mon, let's get home to Princeton. I might even sneak into your apartment tonight."

"Oh, yeah?" He grins.

"Depends." I mutter.

"On what?" He playfully narrows his eyes.

"If you let me borrow that book of yours?" I refer to the one he explained on the way here. He frowns, so I clarify. "Every day."

"Of course, but no annotations. You can use sticky notes instead." He bargains, and I smile at that. He slickly pulls out of me, making me wince and he gives me a sorry smile, rolling off the condom. "Let's go home, darling."

That we shall...

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A/N

So, smut happened. Two lots of smut in this chapter. What is wrong with me? I guess, this is my sorry in advance for the drama coming? Pun intended lolllll. Don't hate me.

Life update: I'm ill, woooo. I've taken Covid tests, they're negative, so I think it's just a flu but I feel like absolute shit.

Lately... it's been hard. I've been trying to write, to get a chapter a week out, but it's not happening. It always takes longer. I'm becoming stressed with it, and that's not what I want with writing. I start college very soon, something I'm very excited for, but I'm very apprehensive with how much time I'll have for writing, so these updates may only take longer and longer. I just want to warn you now that updates are going to be slow... I don't want them to be, but realistically they are going to be. I'm writing more within the chapters though, and I promise that the wait will hopefully be worth it.

Question of the chapter:

What is your dream location for a holiday?

I'd love to go to Bora-Bora, because it's just very pretty.

I hope this chapter was okay!

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