Quick A/N: Guys, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I haven't really had the "writing spark" so I took a little break. I've been going through a lot lately, and life has gotten the best of me. I am so sorry! Please forgive me for my absence on here!!

Oh, and, this chapter contains very mild sexual content so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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One Week Later

"And then he ended up tripping over his own feet and falling, Alexa tripping over his back and falling also!" Nicholas says, and I burst out laughing.

We're in the rose garden in the backyard drinking tea, and he's telling me the story of Michael and his first girlfriend Alexa at the skating rink. Wow, this guy is funny! Now I understand how girls fall in love with him so easily. He's the quietest out of the brothers, but when you get to know him he's absolutely hilarious!

"Ok Nick. Times up. It's my turn to hang out with Reagan," Drake says, appearing at the archway leading into the beautiful rose garden.

"But we were just getting started!" Nicholas says, sounding disappointed.

"You guys have been out here for a full five hours! The sun is setting already! Plus, I already made plans for Reagan and I," Drake says, coming up to me and grabbing me by my elbow, pulling me up out of the chair and out of the garden.

I wave slightly at Nicholas before Drake and I round the corner and he's out of my sight. At least Drake isn't the worst of the brothers. Michael is. Michael is... hard to describe.

"There you two are!" Michael says, somehow appearing right in front of Drake and I. Well, what a coincidence that was. I was just thinking about him, and he appears right in front of me. That happens a lot with him. It's weird, but most of the time I just brush it off as nothing. It probably is nothing.

"What do you want. We have someplace to be," Drake says, looking up at Michael with the meanest glare I've ever seen. He doesn't have to look up very far though, since all of the brothers are around the same height. Michael is the tallest, Drake is second, and Nicholas is third. They're all over 6 foot though, so a considerable amount taller than I am.

"I was just checking in on my princess," Michael says, stepping closer to me and cupping my petite face in one of his hands. I shake my head, pulling away from him.

Drake begins to run away from Michael, and as he has a very strong grip on my arm, I am forced to run along with him. We make it inside of the house and stop running, speed walking through the living room and out of the front door. There is a limo parked outside, but we don't get into it. Instead, we walk down a decomposed granite pathway leading towards the side of the house and turn a corner.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask Drake, and he just smirks.

"Somewhere," he says, tugging me along to make me walk faster.

After about four minutes of walking in silence, he covers my eyes with some sort of blindfold and leads me further along somewhere. I comply, not wanting to get on his bad side, because I know what he gets like when he's angry or irritated. He once even pushed me against a wall and held me there with his hand tightly around my throat, just because I accidentally ate his food that was in the fridge and obviously didn't have his name on it.

He uncovers the blindfold, and I gasp. The pinks, blues, purples, oranges, and yellows of the setting sun contrast beautifully with the white sand on the beach. There is a small area with a candle-lit dinner set for two, fairy lights and beautiful white drapes hanging over it, and a trail of rose petals leading straight towards it. There is a multitude of candles scattered around the place, and it's, by far, the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me. And to think Michael was cheesy with bringing a fresh bouquet of flowers to my room every morning.

"Do you like it?" Drake asks, smiling at me and turning towards me, taking both of my hands in his. I nod my head, and I can't control the huge grin that appears on my face as he leads me towards the table where dinner is set. Looks like tonight is going to be a fun night.

***

"That dinner was amazing," I say, walking back to the house with Drake, the two of us holding hands.

"Mhmm," he mumbles, nodding his head gently, looking straight forward. It's obvious he's thinking about something, but I'm afraid to ask what it is.

I look over at him and notice he looks absolutely amazing when he's concentrating, and I can't resist myself. He's just so hot! I get up on my tip-toes and tug his head down towards mine, whispering in his ear what I want from him.

His eyes open wide and he smirks at me, tugging me along towards the house. We begin running, and stop when when we get about fifteen steps from the front door.

We then compose ourselves, letting go of each other's hands, before going inside and upstairs, acting like nothing happened or is about to happen between us. When we get upstairs, he grabs me by my hand again, pulling me down the hall and to a door. He uses his other handprint on some sort of scanner outside of the door and it opens. Then he pulls me inside of the room I assume is his, and the door shuts immediately behind us.

With the look he's giving me, I immediately know I'm in for a lot of trouble. He then kisses me, pinning me against the wall and forcing his tongue into my mouth. As we play The Tongue Games in each other's mouths, similar to The Hunger Games just with tongues, he manages to get all of my clothes off (I don't know how), and his as well.

He grabs me by my waist, not letting go of the kiss, and carries me to the bed, throwing me down harshly and getting on top of me. "You sure you're ready for this, Reagan?" he asks me, and I nod. Here we go... my first time.

***

"Good Morning," I say to Drake as I watch his beautiful eyes flutter open.

I'm still sore from what he did to me last night, and I'm sure I have too many bruises to even count. And you would think Michael would be the one to be rough in bed.

"Good Morning Beautiful," he says, gently kissing me on my cheek and getting out of bed.

He goes into his bathroom to take a shower, and that's when I realize, I didn't bring any clothes in here! What am I supposed to wear on my way back to my room! If I come out of here naked, or even wearing Drake's clothes, I already know I'm in for it with Michael and Nicholas. Michael has constantly hinted to me that he wanted to be my first time, and I messed that up by doing it with Drake. Oh well. What we did last night can't be undone.

"Oh, I also thought I should tell you, there are some clothes you can wear on top of my dresser. I had a servant bring in some last night while you were asleep," Drake says, coming out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and nothing else. His beautiful hair that I had my hands in last night is soaking wet and plastered to his forehead, and there are beads of water dropping off of his toned body and falling onto the beautifully carpeted floor.

"Well you sure are fast," I say, laughing and getting out of bed. I don't really care about him seeing me naked now, because he saw me like this last night. The only people I don't want coming in and seeing me right now are Michael and Nicholas.

Right then, there is a knock on the door. I run over to the dresser, grab the clothes that were put out for me, and run into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

"Just a minute!" Drake yells, probably trying to hurriedly dry off and put some clothes on before opening the door. After a bit I can hear another voice, so I lean my ear against the door and listen in.

"Where is Reagan? I checked her room, and she's not in there!" someone says, and by the tone of the person's voice, I can immediately tell it's Michael.

"Yeah, and you were the last one that had her," another voice says, and it's definitely not Drake, so it must be Nicholas. Just when I thought things couldn't be getting any worse.

"Had her? Guys, Reagan is not an object. She is a strong woman who can do what she wants, and you shall treat her as such," Drake says.

"We're serious Drake. Where is she?" Michael says, and I can hear the pure unadulterated anger in his voice. I'm in big trouble if they find out I'm in here.

"She's not in here. I don't know where she is. Have you searched the rest of the house?" Drake says.

"Drake. Do not lie to me. Where. Is. Reagan."

"I just told you! I. Do. Not. Know."

"Out of my way," Michael says, and I'm pretty sure he pushes past Drake and goes to search his room for me. I then back away from the door and hurriedly throw on the clothes, trying not to make any sounds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The door is kicked down and I gasp, because the expression on Michael's face right now is enough to make another girl run and hide, screaming at the top of her lungs. I sure am glad that I'm me and not another girl.

"Reagan!! What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Michael says. This is definitely not going to end well.

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As I said at the beginning of this chapter, I am so sorry for not updating for a while! I would prefer not to go into detail, but life has been weird lately. Not necessary bad weird, just weird weird. Feelings are weird. Love is weird. Friends are weird. Family is weird. Life in general is just weird. I'm weird. I can't stop saying the word weird, and now I'm questioning if it's an actual word or not. I'm just going to go now...

*attempts to disappear with a POOF of smoke*

Oops... sorry... lemme try that again...

*another POOF of smoke, and actually disappears this time*

Until Next Time,
-Lydia 💖🌈🌸🦄🎶