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“Right, okay,” Brooke’s brows lifted and dropped dramatically, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she allowed herself to fall back onto the bed. She let Vik pull her close without resistance, giving him another eye roll at that nickname. It took her by surprise for him to decidedly hold her wrists hostage above her head but even more so for her to like it. For that split second of him hovering above her, she found herself holding her breath. It was almost like she could sense his exact thoughts since they probably mirrored her own, that the pair were pushing this boundary, crossing over into an area that many assumed had already been said and done between them. Brooke’d discovered she overestimated her ability to compartmentalize this, separating her best friend Vik from the unclothed body on top of her, and in that moment she almost wanted to call it quits. But once his lips connected with hers, she sighed into it knowing the initial uneasiness was over and done with and they could breeze past the rest of this without any second thoughts.

vik smiled faintly against her lips when he noticed the woman’s attempt to exert some type of control over the situation even in her current position. in spite of his long-running dig, viktor knew brooke was the furthest thing from a pillow princess. her temperament just wouldn’t allow it which is why he intended to have as much fun as he could with this.

viktor paid close attention to her cues, determined to uncover which of his ministrations drew the strongest responses. once noted, he wasted no time exploiting his findings, walking a fine line between pain and pleasure as he administered harsh tugs of the bar that he’d immediately soothe by suckling her nipple after. as he worked one breast with his mouth, he released the other to slide his hand over her stomach, across her hip and down her leg to unhook it from around his torso and lay it flat against the bed instead. going to the waistband of her panties, the male ignored the straps holding the lacy ensemble together and focused on the expanse of sheer material in between, ripping it open in one swift motion.

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“Right, okay,” Brooke’s brows lifted and dropped dramatically, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she allowed herself to fall back onto the bed. She let Vik pull her close without resistance, giving him another eye roll at that nickname. It took her by surprise for him to decidedly hold her wrists hostage above her head but even more so for her to like it. For that split second of him hovering above her, she found herself holding her breath. It was almost like she could sense his exact thoughts since they probably mirrored her own, that the pair were pushing this boundary, crossing over into an area that many assumed had already been said and done between them. Brooke’d discovered she overestimated her ability to compartmentalize this, separating her best friend Vik from the unclothed body on top of her, and in that moment she almost wanted to call it quits. But once his lips connected with hers, she sighed into it knowing the initial uneasiness was over and done with and they could breeze past the rest of this without any second thoughts.

vik smiled faintly against her lips when he noticed the woman’s attempt to exert some type of control over the situation even in her current position. in spite of his long-running dig, viktor knew brooke was the furthest thing from a pillow princess. her temperament just wouldn’t allow it which is why he intended to have as much fun as he could with this.

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Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

Brooke anticipated his confirmation of her proposal but the interruptive sound of the male’s ringing phone made her eyes roll. Instantly, she knew there was some poor, unsuspecting girl waiting on the other line and like magic her roommate’s mind had obliterated any trace of intellect, quickly exiting and managing to mess up her hair on the way out. “Vik!” She scolded, shooting a glare at the back of his head, though her brows raised as he gave her the go-ahead she needed to proceed with the plan. That gave her the motivation to detach her fingers from the bottle of wine, deciding to get a quick shower in before she settled in for the night, intending on creating their joint account and researching how to proceed in this new venture.

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

Brooke took notice of the brief intrigue he expressed upon seeing her racy attire, making an attempt to hold back laughter at his reaction until his misguided response made her smile drop altogether.

“our onlyfans—” viktor parroted with wide eyes as took his headset off to rest around his neck, intent on listening to her without the additional chatter in his ear. when she sat, he stood, hovering over her with a thoughtful expression as his mind wandered to the moment she referenced. their current predicament could be chalked up to simple miscommunication, more so on his end than hers considering he bolted out the kitchen that day before they had chance to make sure they were on the same page. still, he didn’t think she actually serious. “what the... hey,” he picked up the headset, fitting it over one ear and bringing the mic to his mouth. “i gotta go, man,” their protests fall on deaf ears as he set the headset on his desk and shut the console off.

vik rolled his eyes and gave a reluctant nod in agreement as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. though he hated when she was right, even he had to admit they were having a terrible go at it. fuck keeping their heads above water, they were drowning and any apprehension he had about the method used to saved them would have to wait until after they dealt with the issues at hand. he was about to announce his stance on the matter, but her commentary had him shooting her a glare instead. “—so our star credentials are ice cold bitch and man-whore, great—” he taunted and rubbed at his temple. viktor knew once she made up her mind her decision was final. that, her reassurance that nothing between them would change and the addition of ground rules was enough to get him board for the time being. “okay, fine,” he blew out a puff of air, arms falling to his sides as his body relaxed. “let’s get this shit over with.”

“Isn’t that what people use to call us behind our backs in high school anyway?” Brooke snickered, laying on her side, taking it upon herself to prop herself up on his pillow as she watched the male begin to set up the tripod. She pursed her lips thoughtfully at his inquiry, running through the first few ideas that came to mind when it came to her own likes and dislikes in bed.

once he finished making adjustments, viktor turned around to face her just as she gestured to her cleavage. his gaze naturally drifted from her face to her chest, the thin material of the lingerie making the outline of the barbells all the more visible. he lingered longer than he would’ve liked to admit and only tore his eyes away when she paused, under the assumption the abrupt pause and stern look he received was because he’d been caught, but rolled his eyes when he realized it was just an empty threat. “—it’ll break you first—” he interjected under his breath though still committed the dislike to memory. the information she shared had him grinning and when he saw her amused expression, he chuckled. he wasn’t surprised. he had untentionally created a bit of a reputation for himself and people talked, of course his escapades had reached her ears, just as hers did his. still, it was never something discussed on the level they did now.

Brooke let out a scoff upon impact of his shirt hitting her face, then lifted a hand to push it off, revealing furrowed brows and resentful green eyes. “Vik! I just did my make—“ She began to whine, pausing as she caught sight of the pink pair of briefs the male wore. “Cute. If I’d known you’d be wearing those I would’ve gotten matching lingerie,” She snickered, pretty confident his relentless negligence was to blame for color.

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Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

Brooke anticipated his confirmation of her proposal but the interruptive sound of the male’s ringing phone made her eyes roll. Instantly, she knew there was some poor, unsuspecting girl waiting on the other line and like magic her roommate’s mind had obliterated any trace of intellect, quickly exiting and managing to mess up her hair on the way out. “Vik!” She scolded, shooting a glare at the back of his head, though her brows raised as he gave her the go-ahead she needed to proceed with the plan. That gave her the motivation to detach her fingers from the bottle of wine, deciding to get a quick shower in before she settled in for the night, intending on creating their joint account and researching how to proceed in this new venture.

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

Brooke took notice of the brief intrigue he expressed upon seeing her racy attire, making an attempt to hold back laughter at his reaction until his misguided response made her smile drop altogether.

“our onlyfans—” viktor parroted with wide eyes as took his headset off to rest around his neck, intent on listening to her without the additional chatter in his ear. when she sat, he stood, hovering over her with a thoughtful expression as his mind wandered to the moment she referenced. their current predicament could be chalked up to simple miscommunication, more so on his end than hers considering he bolted out the kitchen that day before they had chance to make sure they were on the same page. still, he didn’t think she actually serious. “what the... hey,” he picked up the headset, fitting it over one ear and bringing the mic to his mouth. “i gotta go, man,” their protests fall on deaf ears as he set the headset on his desk and shut the console off.

vik rolled his eyes and gave a reluctant nod in agreement as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. though he hated when she was right, even he had to admit they were having a terrible go at it. fuck keeping their heads above water, they were drowning and any apprehension he had about the method used to saved them would have to wait until after they dealt with the issues at hand. he was about to announce his stance on the matter, but her commentary had him shooting her a glare instead. “—so our star credentials are ice cold bitch and man-whore, great—” he taunted and rubbed at his temple. viktor knew once she made up her mind her decision was final. that, her reassurance that nothing between them would change and the addition of ground rules was enough to get him board for the time being. “okay, fine,” he blew out a puff of air, arms falling to his sides as his body relaxed. “let’s get this shit over with.”

“Isn’t that what people use to call us behind our backs in high school anyway?” Brooke snickered, laying on her side, taking it upon herself to prop herself up on his pillow as she watched the male begin to set up the tripod. She pursed her lips thoughtfully at his inquiry, running through the first few ideas that came to mind when it came to her own likes and dislikes in bed.

once he finished making adjustments, viktor turned around to face her just as she gestured to her cleavage. his gaze naturally drifted from her face to her chest, the thin material of the lingerie making the outline of the barbells all the more visible. he lingered longer than he would’ve liked to admit and only tore his eyes away when she paused, under the assumption the abrupt pause and stern look he received was because he’d been caught, but rolled his eyes when he realized it was just an empty threat. “—it’ll break you first—” he interjected under his breath though still committed the dislike to memory. the information she shared had him grinning and when he saw her amused expression, he chuckled. he wasn’t surprised. he had untentionally created a bit of a reputation for himself and people talked, of course his escapades had reached her ears, just as hers did his. still, it was never something discussed on the level they did now.

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Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

Brooke anticipated his confirmation of her proposal but the interruptive sound of the male’s ringing phone made her eyes roll. Instantly, she knew there was some poor, unsuspecting girl waiting on the other line and like magic her roommate’s mind had obliterated any trace of intellect, quickly exiting and managing to mess up her hair on the way out. “Vik!” She scolded, shooting a glare at the back of his head, though her brows raised as he gave her the go-ahead she needed to proceed with the plan. That gave her the motivation to detach her fingers from the bottle of wine, deciding to get a quick shower in before she settled in for the night, intending on creating their joint account and researching how to proceed in this new venture.

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

Brooke took notice of the brief intrigue he expressed upon seeing her racy attire, making an attempt to hold back laughter at his reaction until his misguided response made her smile drop altogether.

“our onlyfans—” viktor parroted with wide eyes as took his headset off to rest around his neck, intent on listening to her without the additional chatter in his ear. when she sat, he stood, hovering over her with a thoughtful expression as his mind wandered to the moment she referenced. their current predicament could be chalked up to simple miscommunication, more so on his end than hers considering he bolted out the kitchen that day before they had chance to make sure they were on the same page. still, he didn’t think she actually serious. “what the... hey,” he picked up the headset, fitting it over one ear and bringing the mic to his mouth. “i gotta go, man,” their protests fall on deaf ears as he set the headset on his desk and shut the console off.

vik rolled his eyes and gave a reluctant nod in agreement as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. though he hated when she was right, even he had to admit they were having a terrible go at it. fuck keeping their heads above water, they were drowning and any apprehension he had about the method used to saved them would have to wait until after they dealt with the issues at hand. he was about to announce his stance on the matter, but her commentary had him shooting her a glare instead. “—so our star credentials are ice cold bitch and man-whore, great—” he taunted and rubbed at his temple. viktor knew once she made up her mind her decision was final. that, her reassurance that nothing between them would change and the addition of ground rules was enough to get him board for the time being. “okay, fine,” he blew out a puff of air, arms falling to his sides as his body relaxed. “let’s get this shit over with.”

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

Brooke anticipated his confirmation of her proposal but the interruptive sound of the male’s ringing phone made her eyes roll. Instantly, she knew there was some poor, unsuspecting girl waiting on the other line and like magic her roommate’s mind had obliterated any trace of intellect, quickly exiting and managing to mess up her hair on the way out. “Vik!” She scolded, shooting a glare at the back of his head, though her brows raised as he gave her the go-ahead she needed to proceed with the plan. That gave her the motivation to detach her fingers from the bottle of wine, deciding to get a quick shower in before she settled in for the night, intending on creating their joint account and researching how to proceed in this new venture.

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

Brooke took notice of the brief intrigue he expressed upon seeing her racy attire, making an attempt to hold back laughter at his reaction until his misguided response made her smile drop altogether.

“our onlyfans—” viktor parroted with wide eyes as took his headset off to rest around his neck, intent on listening to her without the additional chatter in his ear. when she sat, he stood, hovering over her with a thoughtful expression as his mind wandered to the moment she referenced. their current predicament could be chalked up to simple miscommunication, more so on his end than hers considering he bolted out the kitchen that day before they had chance to make sure they were on the same page. still, he didn’t think she actually serious. “what the... hey,” he picked up the headset, fitting it over one ear and bringing the mic to his mouth. “i gotta go, man,” their protests fall on deaf ears as he set the headset on his desk and shut the console off.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

Brooke anticipated his confirmation of her proposal but the interruptive sound of the male’s ringing phone made her eyes roll. Instantly, she knew there was some poor, unsuspecting girl waiting on the other line and like magic her roommate’s mind had obliterated any trace of intellect, quickly exiting and managing to mess up her hair on the way out. “Vik!” She scolded, shooting a glare at the back of his head, though her brows raised as he gave her the go-ahead she needed to proceed with the plan. That gave her the motivation to detach her fingers from the bottle of wine, deciding to get a quick shower in before she settled in for the night, intending on creating their joint account and researching how to proceed in this new venture.

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“You’ve done a lot worse for free,” Brooke retorted critically, as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool countertop to steady herself. Her head fell to the side in contemplation as it began to unfold in her mind, reasons why this arrangement was exactly what would better their current situation. Her face lit up at the prospect of this new venture. “I mean, think about it, people have been waiting for a sex tape of me to leak for years now. At least this way, it’s with someone I don’t hate and we get paid by lonely, horny suckers in the process. I don’t have to answer to disrespectful ass customers and you don’t have to worry about being late. It’s perfect, actually.”

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“Yeah well, he needs to get in line. A lot of people like what’s between my legs,” Brooke countered, the corner of her lips lifted in a boastful smirk. Though her expression swiftly dropped at the mere mention of her dad. She hadn’t spoken to her own father since he’d cut her off, instead she gave quarterly updates of her progress in school to his secretary who would deliver the information back to him. Most would probably be dejected by this type of exchange with their own parent but she actually preferred it this way. Just thinking about him had her fingers tightening around the wine bottle, subconsciously flaring her nostrils while her blood reached a boil. However she responded with a hollow laugh.

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

Brooke did little to keep from rolling her eyes at the mention of his “study date” with Jasmine, knowing full well the only thing Vik was studying was her anatomy. Her friend was as stubborn as she was, especially it came to prioritizing school. But unlike her, who valued making money for her shopping habits and bills, he lacked orderliness. It was a wonder how it took this long for him to get the boot. Mid-sip, Brooke resisted the urge to spit wine out at him, shooting the taller male a stern glare before carefully swallowing.

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

Brooke let the cap hit her shoulder and land onto the tile at her feet, a smirk settling on her full lips. Though he meant it playfully, it quite literally mirrored actual events that took place. Just a year ago she was living in her cushy high-rise apartment, millions sitting in her bank account that went towards shopping and brunching during the day and partying all night. Upon her wealthy father’s demands, she began attending school which did little to diminish her party girl lifestyle. It wasn’t until she was put on academic probation when her father decided he’d had enough of the heiress’s shenanigans, having her credit lines and bank accounts frozen until further notice which forced her to fend for herself her sophomore year of college. Out of necessity, she got a full-time job at a local popular clothing store in the mall and convinced her only friend to go half on an apartment together.

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

Brooke’s sculpted brows furrowed as she lowered the wine bottle back down again, giving a startlingly giddy Vik a puzzled expression. That was the absolute last reaction she would’ve expected from him at her awful news, and the shock of it left her temporarily speechless. But when Vik confirmed that he had also been fired that day, it occurred to her that he’d been holding his breath waiting for her to blow up at him for it. Of course in normal circumstances she would’ve, utilizing her handbag as a weapon in a fit of rage and all but she was hardly in any position to place blame now. The brunette let out a humorless laugh at his news and shrugged again.

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.

Brooke was so set on satisfying this insatiable wine craving of hers that she barely noticed Vik’s lack of articulation. She hadn’t even made an attempt at grabbing a glass to fill, choosing in that moment to lift the bottle to her lips for a swig, while dodging his line of questioning. Afterwards, the woman mustered the courage to face Vik, regretting it immediately as a pang of guilt engulfed her. It wasn’t often Brooke felt strongly towards any given situation, most times she hardly gave a fuck who suffered at the hands of her poor choices. But when it came to the one person she kept in her inner circle, she couldn’t help but feel liable for dragging him down with her. Especially after she damn-near forced him to move in with her.

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

Brooke sighed as she entered the apartment, riddled with exhaustion and a bit of guilt. The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen first for her go-to pick-me-up, a large bottle of red wine in the fridge that had her name on it. But her current quest was interrupted once she realized she wasn’t home alone, hesitating at the entryway as she laid eyes on the back of her best friend’s figure while he stood in front of the stove.