warning: sexual content

"Say you'll always remember me." Y/N laid on his warm chest caressing his soft skin.

The summer sun dressed them in shine. The air was fresh. The silence allowed them to dive deep into each other. Nothing would break their bond: physically or mentally.

"Always and forever." He told her kissing her forehead.

My blurry vision receded in the dark club. I was disgusted from the sight twenty feet away. That was the last thing I ever said to him. It's been eleven years since I've heard from him and yet he's here.

"Y/N, you alright?" Tisha asked pulling the hookah pipe away from her face.

Miracle followed my line of vision, "Holy shit."

"It's him," I said turning around so he wouldn't be able to see me.

"I think it's too late for that." Tisha sipped her drink watching the scene unfold.

I bet my embarrassment was entertaining for them. They were eating this up like popcorn at the movie theater. I slightly turned and made eye contact with him. He unexpectedly sent me a friendly nod.

"Can we go?" I asked the two trying to keep the vomit down my throat.

Miracle led me outside. The cool summer air was the oxygen I needed. But it reminded me of him. The parking lot was packed with expensive sports cars. The line was so short so I knew that it was close to two in the morning. All the clubs were full at this time. I needed to get away from him.

"I'll go get the car." Tisha scattered off to bring the car around.

Just as I thought I was finally away from him. I heard his voice, "Y/N!"

I think the alcohol finally kicked in. I turned around to face the man who had broken my heart so long ago. He took my breath away every time I looked at him. Even on television, I couldn't look at him for too long.

"Hi," I spoke softly suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He smiled and my knees nearly buckled, "It's nice to see you."

I stood silently for a second, "Is this the part where we hug?"

His chains clanked as he shifted his weight trying to figure out what to say. I rolled my eyes feeling all those emotions come back. Miracle stood off to the side trying to mind her business. I walked away from him not before he gripped my arm.

I looked down at his hand in disgust, "What Aubrey? Say what you gotta say."

"Can I take you home? We can talk and catch up. Just like old times." His eyes screamed guilt as he begged me to come with him.

I looked over to Miracle who gave me a thumbs-up, "Fine. But you're taking me straight home and that's it."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She whispered as she passed me to get into Tisha's car.

The valet pulled up in his red Lamborghini. He opened the door for me and I slid in with ease. The drive to my place seemed quick. My little apartment wasn't as glitz and glamour as his million-dollar mansion but it was home.

He eyed the pictures from my younger years. From childhood to adult trips by myself. An old picture of us was face down. The dust around it reflected the years of pain I had forgotten. I placed my purse on the coffee table. The silence was too loud.

"You kept this picture?" Aubrey whispered cleaning off the old photo of us in high school.

We had changed some much. I eyed him with suspicion. Aubrey wasn't supposed to be here. Not now not ever. I couldn't let him in again. He'd only leave like last time.

"Am I supposed to call you Aubrey or Drake?" I questioned moving to take my heels off.

The floorboards creaked as he sat in front of me. His hand gripped my ankle as he took my shoes off. My gasps caught me off guard. But the sparks of heat on my skin had me flustered. He looked up at me with an innocent smile.

"You're the only one that can call me Aubrey. You getting my authentic self." His big hands massaged my aching feet.

I almost moaned before shaking him off, "What do you want to talk about?"

He sighed before leaning back to sit in front of me, "I want to apologize for what happened?"

"That shit happened over a decade ago. It's water under the bridge."

He stared at me with disappointment, "You say I don't know you well. But I know that it's not water under the bridge."

I sat back on the plush sofa with my arms crossed.  I hated how much he could read my mind. Letting out a heavy sigh, I decided that it was time for me to finally speak my truth. I had been holding onto it for so long.

"I called you every day after you left." I paused to stop myself from crying. 

"I would get your voicemail. You would always call me back. I knew how important your career was to you so I always loved our small conversations in between work. But our calls went from every day to every week. And then once a month. Then once a year. Eventually, I just stopped calling because you never called me back. " My chest was heavy as I continued to speak. 

"I thought we could share our lives together but that's not true. After that, I couldn't escape you anymore. I'd see you on television every day. My misery became hatred." 

His face had softened at this point, "I always thought about you but I just never had the time. I'm sorry Y/N"

I laughed through the tears as they started pouring, "It's crazy how you still haven't realized that you're the fucking problem. I lost my best friend. You made so many promises, I don't even believe that you thought about me." 

I wiped my tears, "I forgive you though. After tonight this will probably be the last time I'll ever see you."

He shook his head, "I won't let that happen again. I can even show you how sorry I am."

"What?" I said confused. 

The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He leaned in to kiss me and I gladly pressed my lips to his. My hands lifted the hem of his shirt throwing it across the room. He kissed my neck gently before sucking on my spot. I moaned kicking off my heels. Drake lifted me up and I suddenly found myself laying on my back in his bed. 

He ripped my dress eagerly. My chest was bare and my vision was hazy. He kissed me all the way down to my naval rubbing slowly on my soaked clit. My moans bounced off the wall. I was so ready to take this to the next level. 

His manhood was hard as a rock. I kissed him once more before flipping us over. I was on top now. I pushing his length into me. We both moaned on contact. My eyes closed as I bounced on his dick. 

My hips rocked back and forth creating a momentum that was unmatched for him. He grimaced already ready to cum. His big hands pushed on my hips begging for me to slow down. I continued my pace feeling my stomach tighten. He slammed into me hitting my g-spot. I moaned again as I came with him. 

"I never thought you'd be a bottom," I said laying next to him staring at the ceiling. 

He laughed pulling me into him, "That was only round one." 

authors note: lmfaoo i finally wrote a scene where the woman is in control. but vote and comment. i hope ya'll are doing good!

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