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  I spent the last few nights at the penthouse so I wouldn’t mindlessly drive myself to her apartment like I did that night. She was a weakness, that I had no time in my life for. But I wanted to make time for her.

  I don’t do girlfriends and I don’t date, hell hasn’t frozen over yet.

  The inner battle with myself was consuming my thoughts which was how I got roped into allowing a party to take place at my house in Atherton for the pre-launch of the summer line. I wasn’t paying any attention, but I grunted in my response to a question from my idiot brother and that was taken as a decision. The party was set for next month, but four weeks come and go fast in my world. So I instructed Beth to work with the marketing team and I would sign off when need be.

  Around four, I sat in a meeting that I really didn’t need to be in. As the table was lively in conversation about case studies and age demographics, I had palmed my phone with my fingers itching to text her. I returned it to my pocket on to have it vibrate just as soon as it was in its place. Knowing that it was her, I didn’t waste any time opening the message.

  Allie: I don’t have school or work tonight…

  It was the “…” that made my dick hard instantly. I knew what she was implying. We’ve skirted around the sex issue through our texts, making small talk, keeping the communication open and friendly.

  Tyson: Do you have to be up early for anything tomorrow?

  Allie: I have to be at your office, for a re-shoot of something at 1pm

  I groaned, liking that answer more than I care to admit out loud.

  Tyson: Pack an overnight bag. I’ll pick you up from your place at 7, don’t eat dinner. I’ll feed you.

  In more ways than one.

  Allie: Ok

  The next several hours, I went back and forth with myself over what I was doing. I needed a female perspective, so I had Beth come into my office. She bounced off her thoughts on guys she’s dated over the years, and I’ve been the one to give her uncensored male thoughts. For the first time since college, it was her turn.

  “This is uncharted territory for me.” I say to her after explaining everything that’s happened so far with Allison and my conflicted feelings.

  “You haven’t really dated since our senior year, you’ve hooked up but never allowed your feelings to come in between. Is there something special about her?” Beth asks.

  “That’s it, I’m not sure. We met and since then, I’ve been almost obsessed. There’s not one defining factor that has lead me to this point.”

  “Does this mean that our very own Tyson Maddox is going to settle down?” Beth teases.

  “Not a chance in hell. I don’t want a girlfriend, I don’t want anything resembling a girlfriend, but I say that and I think ‘what if someone else had her’ and I start seeing red. I know how eventually you chicks like to label everything.”

  “So you want to fuck around with her, but not be with her and if someone else wants to be with her – that can’t happen?”

  “I’m crazy.”

  “Why don’t you just not label it, straight off the bat say ‘let’s see where this goes’?” Beth has a point there.

  “If it was you, wouldn’t you want the label?”

  She shrugs. “If you were someone else and not you, maybe, but I think if you were to be straight forward with her and say something like that, then maybe she’d be cool enough to accept that.”

  I nod and start to plan out my evening. I look at the time, if I was to leave now, I would arrive at her apartment a little bit early. So I usher Beth out, and head out of the office. The entire drive over to her place, I wasn’t sure if I would broach the subject to get it out of the way or wait until she did. When she answered her door, all thoughts about a serious conversation were forgotten.

  Her cheeks were flushed, the same pinkness that I can imagine was on her skin after we fucked. Her lips were plump and kissable which I immediately did as soon as her door was open far enough. She wore a grey thin t-shirt which stretched perfectly over her tits and tight jeans which hugged her every curve. She was causal with converse on and her hair was in a braid. She pulled off the casual look with little to no effort, hell it made my dick hard, but I doubted that had anything to do with what she was wearing.

  “You’re early, I was just finishing getting ready, come on in.” She smiles as the door closes behind me.

  She runs back and forth between her bedroom and the bathroom and then appears with a backpack and a smile. We exit her apartment with my hand on her lower back in silence. It’s not until we’ve reached the freeway when the silence is broken by the ringing of her cell phone. She looks at me apologetically, and I nod to her silently telling her to answer it.

  I keep my eyes and attention on the road, yet I still pay full attention to her one sided conversation with a male.

  “No, Dean I can’t study tonight, I have plans… I already reviewed my notes for that….Yes…I don’t think that’s an issue, I’m ready for that… no I don’t need an extra study night…. Yes, okay that sounds good… we’ll plan it next week or something…you too…okay, bye.” She hangs up and out of the corner of my eye, I watch her shut off her phone. I smile, liking that entirely way too much.

  “So, who is Dean?” I say after several heavy seconds after I was level enough to speak without being a complete dick or jumping to conclusions.

  “One of my study partners in my advanced statistics class. He wanted to get together tonight and go over some material from last night’s class for a possible test next week.” She shrugs, looking out the windshield.

  “I took statistics, I could quiz you if you would like.” I offer, not knowing where it came from.

  “I’m sure studying statistics is exactly how you planned the evening Mr. Maddox.” She teases playfully hitting my arm.

  “I had no exclusive plans honey, but I do have an idea where the end goal of the night lies.” I smirk with a wink adding my hand to her knee.

  “Well, aren’t we a cocky one.”

  “Confident, sweets. Confident.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  ALLISON

  I’ve been to his house once before, yet seeing it again still took my breath right out of my lungs as we parked in his garage, which boasted seven other vehicles, and also included two motorcycles. We entered the house through the garage which lead to a hallway with one side completely glass looking out into the backyard with a small garden lining the walkway. I don’t recall seeing this part of the house the last time, however with the size of the place, I’m sure I can find something new every time.

  That’s not to say, there will be exploring opportunities, this could be my last night over here, who knows.

  By hand, Tyson leads to me another door and we went down some stairs and entered into a climate controlled wine cellar and entertainment room. Fancy!

  “Pick out some wine for dinner, any type of red will do.” He instructs.

  “I don’t know anything about wine, other than there are a few colors. I think you should pick.” I urge him not wanting to disappoint him with the wrong choice. He hesitates, as he studies me and then peruses the walls. He picks up a bottle, reads the label and puts it back shaking his head. He then picks up another next to it and smiles walking back towards me, stopping to grab my hand to lead me out of the cellar into the house.

  We wind through a few different hallways and end up in the kitchen. I see that his chef, Lincoln is at the stove as I sit at the breakfast bar.

  “Good evening folks.” Lincoln greets us without turning around, stirring something that smells heavenly.

  “Do you know how to cook?” I ask Tyson as he sits beside me, with the stack of mail that was placed in a basket in the corner of the room.

  He looks up at me, surprised by my question. “I never had to learn. My family always had someone, in college there was the cafeteria and restaurants, and now there’s Lincoln.” He answers as if everyone grew up in his lifestyle. “Do you know how to cook?” he
counters.

  Good play.

  “I have amazing culinary skills with a microwave. I make a pretty awesome bowl of mac and cheese too.” I smile proudly.

  “I’m afraid you have Tyson beat in that department.” Lincoln jokes turning to face us.

  “I can use the microwave. I don’t have a need to use one most of the time, but I know how they operate.” Tyson defends himself, mocking hurt.

  “When was the last time you used one?” Lincoln asks, crossing his arms.

  “I used one…” Tyson looks up while searching his memory, the fact that he can’t recall a moment obvious after several minutes of silence that I can’t help to stifle my laugh.

  “Exactly. You’d starve if I wasn’t here.” Lincoln smiles.

  “I never said I didn’t need you man. You make my life easy, most days. Maybe you can teach this one a few things, to give you a night off.” He hitches his thumb in my direction, his suggestion catching both Lincoln and myself off guard.

  Teach me how to cook something so I can cook for him?

  Lincoln looks at me and a huge smile breaks out on his face. Tyson looks confused, and I’m probably wearing the same expression.

  “Come here, let’s start teaching you how to cook.”

  “But…” I start to argue.

  “The sooner you learn, the more nights I get off.” He winks as I reluctantly get up and move around the counter. Tyson smiles and returns to the stack of letters and papers in his hands.

  “I’ll be right back, don’t let her burn herself Linc. I have plans for her hands later.” Tyson orders with a smirk as he leaves the kitchen.

  Once it’s quiet, Lincoln hip checks me.

  “Just so you know, he’s never brought a female here in this home.”

  “Um.” I don’t know what to say to that.

  “He also hasn’t introduced me to anyone and we’ve been out together on occasion, only Beth.”

  “Beth?” The butterflies in my stomach took a nose-dive, another chick?

  “His assistant. They’re longtime college friends.”

  “Ah, yes I’ve seen her. But so?”

  “So? Oh lady. You don’t get what I’m saying. He likes you. Tyson doesn’t like to like anyone of the opposite sex, and I’m sure you’re aware for more than a few hours. You’ve been over here now twice, I know he’s come to you and he’s even left you alone with me.”

  “Aren’t you guys friends?”

  “Well we are, I know him well, but I could still be considered the help to some since he pays me. Trust me when I say this doll, he likes you.” Lincoln says as he hands me the stirring spoon to stir the pasta sauce he has simmering on the stovetop.

  I think about what Lincoln said as Tyson arrives back in the room. He’s changed out of his dress slacks into casual ass hugging jeans and a Henley shirt. He’s not wearing any shoes or socks and suddenly my appetite is for something other than food. He approaches Lincoln and myself at the stove and stares at the two of us with his commanding calculated eyes. His expression hard, yet longing.

  “I didn’t actually bring you over here to put you to work in the kitchen, come… head to the back while Linc finishes up here.”

  I nod and smile at Lincoln who winks at me as we walk out to the backyard after he grabs two beers, we sit on one of the lounge chairs facing the infinity pool. He sits beside me silently sipping on his drink.

  Not to get Lincoln in trouble, but what he’s said has the wheels in my head turning like crazy. I hate having so many questions so I might as well grow some brass balls and see what information I can get.

  “So, Lincoln seemed surprised to meet me.” I think that a good way of gaining information.

  “I don’t make it a habit to bring females around my home.” He simply says as if it’s nothing.

  “So, um where do you bring females?” Do I really want to know this answer?

  “Hotels or their place.” He shrugs. “Does that bother you?”

  “I guess that begs the question, how come I’m been allowed to come here?”

  “You’re different.” He doesn’t further explain, but just hearing that doesn’t make me pry any further. I take that statement as something good.

  “You can ask anything, you know. I don’t have secrets. I’m sure you’ve figured out that I’m a fairly straight-forward guy and I want to be completely honest with you. But I have to warn you, this is fairly new with me.” His tone doesn’t hint at his mood, yet he smirks as he looks at me from the corner of his eye.

  “I have a million questions, I’m sure.” But none of them are coming to my mind this instant.

  “This, whatever this is.” He starts as he motions between us. “I don’t do these sort of things. Not because the opportunity doesn’t arise, because it does. I just don’t do boyfriend and girlfriend shit, cuddling, sleep overs, shit like this – talking about feelings.”

  I’m surprised that he’s bringing this topic up.

  “There’s something about you that I can’t quite put my finger on that has me intrigued. I don’t do seconds. I’m one and done.”

  “Huh?” I’m confused now.

  “I don’t fuck someone more than once. I don’t see them more than once on purpose, that just how I’ve been. I’m out of my element with you and I’m also losing all cool points for telling you this. But I just wanted you to know what was up.”

  “Um, okay. Well, I don’t normally sleep with someone like you.”

  “Someone like me?” He asks.

  “Yeah, gorgeous, powerful, confident and cocky.”

  “I’ll show you my cocky honey.” He says as he lifts his beer to his lips again.

  I roll my eyes.

  “I can’t guarantee that you will get happily ever after with me, I can’t guarantee anything but I’m taken with you. I’m not good with confronting feelings, and this is a rare, very rare occurrence of me sharing things.”

  “Why do you feel the need to explain then?”

  “Beth told me I should.”

  “Beth, your assistant?”

  “Yes, the very one.”

  “I see, have you and Beth ever…?”

  “She saw through my charm in college and we’ve been pals since.” He says shaking his head.

  “But Beth, she knows of your ways? And of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Of both?”

  “She’s had to clean up some situations before, I won’t lie. I can be a grade-A asshole. And yes, she knows about you, she has from the start, from the first time I saw you take a chunk out of a doughnut imagining it was me you were putting in your mouth.”

  “Was not. I was simply enjoying food.” Or was I?

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  TYSON

  I made it all the way to class when I realized that I didn't have the right material that I would need for the class with me. Since my apartment was close to campus, I jogged back knowing that would I still have plenty of time to be back in class before it started. Something that Beth always made fun of me for, being the first in class and the last to leave. By first, she meant a good 20 minutes before and usually well before the professor.

  I passed by my neighbors and gave them a short wave. Oddly though, they gave me a strange look, one almost of pity among whispering to another. I shook my head and took the stairs two at a time. The front door was locked, which was odd because I never lock it. I use my keys and as soon as I open the door, my ears are assaulted by moaning.

  Is Pen watching porn? That naughty girl!

  I smirk as I walk towards our bedroom, in hopes I could catch her diddling herself, that was always hot. Playing hooky from her Economics class to finger fuck herself, I just wish she would have told me so I could lend her a hand.

  As I open the door, the moaning is louder, the sound of skin slapping as well as the stench of sex hits me. All my senses are fucked right then, just as fucked as my girlfriend seems to be getting by two of my closest friends. They don't immediately
notice that I’m there, understandable as they're tag teaming my girl. It's not until I clear my throat that my presence is acknowledged.

  Their movements falter and soon my friend Zack's small dick slips out of my girl’s asshole. Brock, who is below Penny stills along with her. They look to me in shock and suddenly she's scampering off him.

  "Fuuuuuuuuck! Are you fucking serious?" I scream pulling at my hair and turning around.

  I hear the three of them cursing and rustling around behind me in the bedroom as I walk into the living room.

  "Ty?" Penny's voice squeaks behind me.

  "The fuck Pen?" I don’t even bother turning around.

  "Dude, fuck Ty..." Brock yammers.

  "Get the fuck out of my place, both of you." I grit through my teeth.

  "Man, we-"

  I turn around quickly and stalk to Zack and grab him by the throat as I push him against the wall.

  "Never fucking talk to me again." I breathe out, then look to Brock, once upon a time, my best friend.

  "Either of you." I push off Zack's throat as they both leave.

  "Ty?" Penny tries to get my attention, yet I walk to the kitchen and pull out a beer as I dig through my pocket for my cell as I gulp down half of the amber liquid.

  I dial and wait for the line to pick up.

  "Hey B, Listen, I'm not going to make it to class on time."

  "Everything Okay?" Beth, the only female friend, apparently my only friend asks.

  I spin around again, locking eyes with Penny across the kitchen.

  "No, everything isn’t okay. I just walked into my place to see my girlfriend getting fucked by two of my friends. Well now, my ex-girlfriend and my ex-friends!"

  I hear Beth gasp as I hang up.

  "So, you take it up the ass from Zack eh, yet won't even let me? Too busy being sore from whoring around with my friends?"I sneer at her.

  "That’s where you want to start?" She asks sniffling.

  "No darling, we won't be starting anywhere. You're going to get all of your shit, and get the fuck out of here, tonight." My blood is boiling.