caffeine for the heartache

“I see your point, but I’m still here, aren’t I? Maybe I got lucky, but you’re sure as hell glad you won’t have to find someone else that can blow you like I do,” she joked, laughing softly at her own words. She wouldn’t say anything about it, but the way he called her princess filled her stomach with butterflies. God damn, he was smooth. “Sometimes, Gianni, I’m dark as fuck. The little bit of emo in me loves all that morbid shit. What can I say?” She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly before grinning at the man’s next words. “Calvin. Oh, shit… I know that name. Is there a chance Calvin is trying to smash my baby cousin? She’s like, obsessed with him,” she couldn’t help but laugh as she put the connection together. “She’s all boobs, but it just covers her enormous heart, so I feel the need to protect her if he’s your friend. Heartbreaker,” she called him, reaching over and booping him on the nose with her finger.

“Sure, for now, but who’s to say you won’t be murdered the next time some older creep takes you out? I’ll have to go back to fucking around with Chantel.” It was a lie of course, as the two were still very much fucking around. Not as frequently as before but still fucking nonetheless. “Look, all I’m saying is don’t be selfish and get yourself killed. I might actually miss you,” Gianni chuckled softly as he rest his hand on the woman’s thigh. “You’d think Calvin hanging out with Tommy and I he’d be some dipshit heartbreaker, but unfortunately, he’s all about the love connection.” He was joking, but deep down Gianni admired his friend’s virtue. “Trust me, you’ll be lucky if he hasn’t already produced a beat with 808s inspired by the way his heart beats at the thought of her.”

Thomas couldn’t help but wonder what all the woman heard about him, but he imagined it wasn’t great stuff. He had a reputation for breaking hearts, and it was something he couldn’t deny – the evidence was clearly stacked against him. “I guess there is,” he said with a smirk, matching the playfulness he was getting from the woman. There was something sweet about the way she looked at him, and he could already tell that he was going to break this sweet girl’s heart. Regardless, he couldn’t look away from her gaze, longing present in his blue eyes. What was it about this girl that made him feel slightly nervous? As the distance between the two of them lessened, he felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach. Was now the right moment? There was only one way to find out. “Sure, I asked about you. It’s not everyday someone as mysterious as Natalia Sambora enters a Delta Psi party of all places.” Thomas chuckled softly, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly. As the two exchanged looks, Thomas leaned slowly into her space. “Of course I think you’re beautiful. Like, insanely beautiful.” Thomas complimented, reaching to brush a hand against her cheek. Without a moment of hesitation, Thomas leaned in a pressed his lips softly to hers. After all, the moment felt more than right.

“Lucky for you, Calvin, so do I. It looks like you’re stuck with me,” she said with a giggle, burying her head even deeper into his embrace. Everything about the way he held her was warm and comforting. Audrey could certainly get used to the way it felt to be wrapped up in Calvin’s loving arms. Audrey was feeling all the love the man had to offer, and though it was different, it felt comfortable. Calvin didn’t just want sex with her, and that much was obvious. “Yeah, you make me swoon. I feel like I’m in a production of Romeo and Juliet when I’m with you. Except, without all the tragedy,” she explained with a smirk. “But please. I’m not Mallory. I’m just… me. I’m glad I make you feel that way, though.” She concluded with a sweet smile, her cheeks flushing red as she embraced the compliment given to her. “You sure you don’t want to come back to my apartment with me?” She offered, batting her eyelashes ever so slightly. “But you walking me home would be lovely. I only live a few blocks away.”

Calvin was what one would call old fashioned. Or, as Gianni put it, a pussy ass bitch. The older male couldn’t help it. He wanted to have a soul connection with someone before sharing himself so intimately with another. Not to say he wasn’t attracted to Audrey, he was insanely attracted to the beautiful blonde, but he also respected her. The last thing the male wanted was for the young woman to think he was purely interested in her for her body. Truth be told, the way he was feeling in this moment alone and the first kisses they’ve already shared pales in comparison to any other kisses he’s had. Calvin looked at her with his eyebrows raised questioningly. “I don’t want you to be Mallory. That compliment was for you. Only you because you are beautiful. You, Audrey Gale.” His dark brown eyes bore into her pale blue ones, full of softness and sincerity.

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There was something extremely sexy about Gianni, though Mallory couldn’t quite put her finger on it. He wasn’t like the pretty boys she usually went for, and his money didn’t mean shit to the already comfortable Mallory Gale. There was just… something there. “What? I like older guys and he seemed pretty nice,” she started to say, but she didn’t have much ammo to defend herself. Why was she going out with him? Maybe it was to pass the time, but there was a subtle hint of loneliness that Mallory would never out right admit to anyone. The truth was that older men gave her the attention she needed. As she finished the story, she watched his reaction and found herself growing quite amused. “Well, I got out of there before anything happened. I’d make a lovely murder victim – there’s something very Sharon Tate about me. I’d like to publish a second book before I get murdered though.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders, coming off completely serious in her demeanor. “Plus, I can’t let Mia be right about the guy being a creep. She’s right about absolutely everyone and it drives me nuts.”

Gianni chuckled, taking another long drag, holding the smoke in as he offered the joint to Mallory and exhaled, blowing several smoke rings across the room. “They always seem pretty nice and then – boom, you’re Ted Bundy’s next victim, princess.” He would never admit, not even to Thomas and Calvin, but Mallory was one of the few people Gianni de Luca could relax around. There was something simple about the vibe the two shared, not to mention the sex was phenomenal between them. “That’s dark as fuck, Gale, but I can dig it,” he laughed with a shake of his head. He knew Mia, as did the entire Delta Psi fraternity. Mia Davis was the youngest principal dancer with the New York City Ballet, but even more, she was Logan Lane’s childhood friend and entirely off limits to all Delta Psi. Logan claimed protectiveness, but the brothers suspected feelings that have yet to be unearthed. “Calvin’s the same fucking way. Drives Tommy and I nuts. Just once I wish that fucker would be wrong about something.”

“You’ll never know until you try. Something tells me you’re intrigued in finding out and taking that risk,” he responded with his seemingly never-ending flirty smile. That little something about Natalia that made her so irresistible to him was still lost on him, but he couldn’t help but hang on to that feeling. He could sense that she was attracted to him, but that wasn’t exactly uncommon. Thomas always had a way of making most girls weak in the knees, but watching Natalia innocently react to his moves was quite a beautiful sight to be seen. “Must feel good to get that off your chest, then. If it makes you feel any better, I might’ve asked about you too when you left the party. Nobody seemed to know you very well, which makes you pretty mysterious, Nat.” He grinned, nudging her softly with his elbow.  When the two interlocked pinkies, there was a flutter of butterflies in his stomach that he chose to ignore. “Good to know,” Tommy said, finger locked around hers for a while longer, blue eyes gazing into her chocolate hues. A nervous chuckle escaped between his lips as the two looked into one another’s eyes – was this the moment he had been waiting for? Thomas smirked at the thought and let go of her pinky, eyes still focused on hers. Despite feeling a little nervous, the man scooted just a bit closer and held her gaze. “You’re seriously so beautiful, Natalia.” Thomas remarked, eyes moving from her eyes to her lips and then back up.

Thomas was right. She was intrigued. Intrigued enough that she went against the advice of her best friend, Seth, to stay away from the older male. Yet, here she was, full of butterflies and sitting closely together with with the very person Natalia Sambora was told to steer clear of. If Thomas Valentine’s reputation was anything to go by, it was all the indication needed to only imagine the kind of trouble one might find their self in. But maybe a little trouble is exactly what the strait-laced young woman needed in her life. Maybe he was what she needed in her life. “Yeah? I suppose there’s only one way to find out,” she drawled in her dulcet tones, an eyebrow raised playfully in return. Why was he so irresistible? Natalia wasn’t one to get caught up in boys or dating, nor did she have much experience in either department but she could feel herself beginning to crush already. No one ever really gave her a nickname before and hearing Thomas call her ‘Nat’ only intensified the butterflies already fluttering in the younger woman. “You asked about me?” She asked, looking up at him with her big, innocent doe-eyes as her pinky remained curled around his for a moment longer before finally letting go. Her eyes lingered on his and as if the two were magnets, she felt herself being drawn closer to him when he moved towards her. Was he going to kiss her? Natalia’s pink lips trembled and she swallowed nervously, and for the umpteenth time: she blushed. “You really think I’m beautiful?” She breathed. “I-I’m not really used to compliments like that. I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to react. I-I mean, obviously, I should say thank you. Uh, t-thank you, sorry," she rambled in a stuttering mess. This was the part where he realizes he made a mistake, right?

“Yeah. I guess you have a point. I’m glad you wanna keep me around long enough to find out just how much of a stoner I become,” she teased with a sweet smile, eyes gazing into his dark hues longingly. Something about being high made her even more aware of how beautiful the man was and she couldn’t look away from the sight. “Oh, stop. I’m okay, but you’re the truly gorgeous one. You make me swoon with just a look. Are you aware of the effect you have on girls, Calvin?” She asked curiously. As he leaned in to kiss her again, Audrey’s eyes fluttered closed as she allowed the butterflies to take over as the two kissed. When they pulled away, Audrey giggled at his remark. “Is that what it is? I’m craving chili cheese frees like crazy right about now. I’ve never been this hungry, like ever!” She said with a laugh, amusement taking over.

“I’m not one to dip, cariño. I like to see things through,” he joked back and smiled down softly at the beautiful woman wrapped in his arms. The party was beginning to die down for the night but all that mattered was he and Audrey together in this moment. At her next words, Calvin couldn’t help but fight back a chuckle. Calvin Drake was a late bloomer. Anyone that went to school with the 6’3” male would concur. Though he ditched his glasses and lost the baby fat before his high school graduation, his socially awkward demeanor remained. Part of him will always be the same band geek girls looked past, so, no, he didn’t exactly know the effect he had on girls. “I make you swoon? Baby, do you know the effect you have on men? Those baby blues have my knees weak. Hermosos ojos azules. Beautiful blue eyes.” As they kissed, he enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his once more before pulling away to speak. “It’s getting late. We could grab you some food when I walk you home tonight, or we could take a Lyft?” He asked, amused by her reaction to her case of the munchies.

Thomas: hell yeah. thanks, man.

Thomas: proud of it, buddy!

Thomas: so i visited a chick at her school. big fucking deal. she's hot and im trying to get laid. :)

Thomas: she's not cutting up my shit at least

Thomas: at least when you're banging gale you have some titties to grab on.

Thomas: precious :)

Gianni: Better keep your shit wrapped up 🍼🍼🍼

Gianni: Last thing we need is Tommy Jr running around

Gianni: Fuck that shit lmfao one is fucking enough

Gianni: Juilliard? They're like fucking band geeks and orchestra nerds how hot can they actually be

Gianni: Listen

Gianni: Chantel is... whatever you know our family shit, it's complicated and I can't exactly cut her off

Gianni: I don't discriminate 😛

Thomas: I'd do it for a Crunchwrap supreme but 1000 sounds better

Thomas: I could get her off your dick in one night... bet

Thomas: I just don't know why you're letting a chick with no tits control your life?

Thomas: Despicable.

Gianni: Crunchwrap? I got you. Doordash on the way, bitch.

Gianni: You're lucky af your ego is backed up by your reputation lmfao

Gianni: Despicable? Fuuuuuuck youuuuuuu

Gianni: Ain’t you the one who visited some underclassman at Juilliard? Wtf is up with that

Gianni: Calvin told me, dipshit 😂😂

Gianni: I’ll give you $1000 if you fuck Victoria Cappelletti and get her off my dick

Gianni: $5000 if you actually do it

Gianni: Please

Gianni: if I fuck her and Chantel finds out I fucked another one of her Zeta sisters she’ll cut up all my Balmains

Mallory could tell that every move she was making was doing something to Gianni, which only made her more determined to keep up the pace. She absolutely loved having that effect on the attractive male. Her blue eyes watched as he moved to the nightstand and took out the small box containing the joints that she so desperately craved. As he handed her the joint, Mallory smiled at the man and took the joint from his hand. She then put the joint between her full red lips and taking a long inhale, holding it for a moment, and then releasing her smoke into the air surrounding them. “Oh, you know… just a night on the town,” she started to say, releasing a final bit of smoke around them. “It was sorta a date kinda thing with this hot shot lawyer guy in his 40s who just wanted company…” she explained with a chuckle. “He wanted me to breast feed him or something. Total mommy kink…. not like what I have with you. More creepy than that,” she said, eyes looking into his dark ones.

Gianni was lying on the bed beside her, sitting up against the headboard as he watched her release the smoke between her lips. Her lips were painted that classic red shade that drove him wild and he couldn’t help but wonder if she did it on purpose. At her mention of going out on a date with an older male in his 40s, his initial thought was Sugar Daddy, though it wouldn’t have made much sense as Mallory Gale came from money herself. Her next comment brought him out of his thoughts and took him aback for a moment. “What the actual fuck, Gale,” he responded. If there was any more to this story he knew he was going to have to be high to hear it. Taking the joint from the blonde, he took a long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before releasing it. “That’s some serial killer type shit, I’m tellin’ you. I’ve seen American Horror Story.”

“Exactly. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been given a fair trial by a jury of my peers, so therefore I’m as innocent as the come.. for now,” he teased back, grinning widely at the attractive brunette. The space between the two of them was minimal, which drove Thomas absolutely wild. The urge to kiss her once again rose up, but it wasn’t quite the time yet. When he did decide to make a move, he wanted it to be perfect – and he always did know how to make a girl swoon.  As the conversation continued, he couldn’t help but look amused, finding the conversation to be rather silly. “Well, that’s not good. You know, rather than bottle it up, it’s okay to get a little angry with shit. Let it out, hon.” He said, wanting his advice to come off as genuine as he meant it. As the woman scrambled to defend herself, Thomas bit down on his bottom lip to hold himself back from laughing at the girl’s reaction. “No need to defend yourself. I know you aren’t a stalker or anything. I wouldn’t be mad or surprised if you asked someone about me. I’m a catch,” he said with a playful wink. “Totally kidding. I’m not that much of an ego maniac – that’s Logan Lane’s job.” He said with a smirk, eyeing the woman once again. How could someone be so attractive yet so unaware? At her next comment, Thomas slowly turned his pout into a excited smile. “You should know I take pinky promises extremely serious,” Thomas said, extending a finger and locking it with the girl.

“And yet, I think that ‘for now’ could be what gets me in trouble,” she responded, a dulcet laughter following her words. Anyone else would have told the naïve young woman that the older male was guilty as they come, but she didn’t see why she shouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt until he, himself, had given her a reason not to. There was something about Thomas that made Natalia want to get to know him better. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, maybe it was the way his smile alone caused butterflies to flutter, but she wanted to explore it. His advice about allowing herself to get angry was much easier said than done. It just wasn’t the way she was raised. Growing up as a musical ‘prodigy’ – she despised the word – put her in situations that called for more maturity. Breaking away from her thoughts, there was no stopping the pinking of her cheeks as Thomas bit his bottom lip, clearly to keep himself from laughing. It was almost as if his own laughter was contagious because she soon found herself laughing along. “Alright, so I might have asked about you,” she freely admitted. “It definitely piques one’s interest when someone tells you to stay away.” Natalia giggled at the mention of Logan Lane, the Delta Psi president and Seth’s surrogate older brother. From the stories she’s heard, he wasn’t wrong. Though, Logan seemed more confident than cocky, if anything. She smiled as she watched him extend his pinky finger at her mention of making a pinky promise. The young woman extended her pinky finger to him and locked her finger with his. “Yeah? It’s a good thing that you do because so do I,” she quipped back, looking up into his ocean eyes, her pinky still wrapped around his.

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Something about how it felt to be in Calvin’s arms was absolutely perfect. It was as though Audrey was meant to be held by the man. Of course, Audrey had a reputation for falling in love easily and it could be another one of those instances, but she really hoped not. The warm fuzzy feeling that took over her body was unmistakable, she was falling for the man. “You can say that, but what will happen when I start putting my hair in dreadlocks and begin stealing your weed?” She teased, her blonde curls bouncing as she giggled at the imagery. There was no way she’d ever become the stereotypical stoner, but the thought of it made her feel quite amused. Audrey noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “That’s exactly what I thought. Hooters chicken wings are classic. I don’t know how men can pay attention to the waitresses when there’s bomb wings right there in front of their faces looking super hot!” Perhaps Audrey was a bit more stoned than she originally thought because the thought of the food made her stomach growl. “And now I’m hungry… we might have to kiss again to get my mind off food,” she said smoothly.

Calvin chuckled softly, his deep voice vibrating in his chest. Weed made him more relaxed and less anxious during parties, but he was enjoying what it was doing to the younger woman. He found her silly rambling to be quite adorable. “It’s not stealin’ if I’m willin’ to it share with you,” he smiled. He definitely could not picture Audrey in dreadlocks, and thankfully, she was joking about becoming a Rastafarian. He nodded at her next words, his smile still present on his face. “Hooters chicken wings are a classic, but your beauty? Unmatched.” He held her a little tighter, wanting to feel her closer. Calvin smiled down and bit his lower lip when she suggested they kiss again. Moving his attention back up and his brown eyes catching her own blue ones, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. It was soft and sweet. “I think someone’s got the munchies, baby girl,” he laughed.

Mallory stood at the door way for a few moments, her sky blue eyes checking out his slender, tattoo covered body. He also happened to be in joggers which was a weakness of Mallory’s and Gianni knew it. The sexually frustrated part of her wanted to yell at him to take off the joggers, but she contained that urge and walked towards the all-too-familiar man. “As much as I wanna just be in sweatpants and topless like you, I had somewhere to be tonight before coming here. So yeah, forgive me for overdoing it. Want me to take it off?” She teased playfully. Before he could respond, Mallory slipped off her heels and hopped on to the bed, crossing her legs and looking over at the man with a smile. “Your weed makes me horny, so it’s in your best interest to give me a joint. Please,” she nagged him.

Gianni de Luca’s dark eyes watched every move the blonde’s luscious legs made upon entering his room. He could already feel himself stiffen as she made herself comfortable on his bed, knowing full well what the two were going to get up to that night. Smirking, he walked over and reached into his nightstand, taking out the small box that contained his pre-rolled joints and passed one over to Mallory. He grabbed his lighter and lit it for the woman. “Where’d you go that required you to be all Lady In Red with that Calvin Klein dress?” He asked teasingly, getting into the bed beside her.

“You always gotta be careful who you get intel from because there’s no telling where they got their information from. Could be a hater or somethin’,” he explained with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. “I like to think that I’m a nicer guy than those stories about me let on. That’s all I got for you,” he said with a smile, blue eyes meeting hers, unwavering in his gaze. The two were close and to outsiders, might’ve looked a bit like a couple catching up in between classes. Outsiders wouldn’t know that Thomas was a notorious womanizer with a reputation that would make the toughest of men blush. Was Natalia ready for someone like Thomas to take an interest in her? Doubtful. At her words, Thomas chuckled softly. “Have you ever seen a chihuahua in full rage mode? You aren’t really helping out your case with that one, babe.” He grinned at her response to his compliment, nodding his head slowly. “Well, you’re very welcome.  You should definitely hear things like that more often… seriously.” Thomas kept his attention on Natalia as she spoke, taking an interest in seeing her again at the party that coming weekend. “Seth Ventura, right? I know his sister, Juliet,” he remarked. “Happy to hear that youngin’ has found love,” Thomas concluded with a grin. “I’m definitely planning on going. I’ll be disappointed if I don’t get to see that pretty face. You promise you’re coming?” Tommy asked, putting on his best fake pout.

He wasn’t wrong. Seth may think he was being protective, but he was also kind of being a hater. She wasn’t really sure what Thomas’ height had anything to do with his reputation, but it was something the younger male sorely brought up. “Innocent until proven guilty, right?” Natalia pursed her mouth in a teasing smirk. With all the talk of not judging someone whether it be by their looks or reputation, the brunette was going to put her money where her mouth is and trust Thomas until he proves her otherwise. Was it naïve? Perhaps. At the word ‘babe,’ Natalia once again felt a warm blush spread across her face causing her to look down briefly and realized their knees were touching. She didn’t move. “Alright, so maybe chihuahuas are a little scary. I guess I have a bit of a habit of letting things bottle up until it gets the best of me.” She turned her attention back up to him. He was happy for Seth? Cute. How could Seth dislike Thomas? “Yeah, I know, you guys work together at the shop.” Oh, God. Would he find it completely lame that she asked about him? “I-I mean. I, kind of, connected the dots? She’s a tattoo artist, you’re a tattoo artist. Her shop isn’t far from here, your shop isn’t far from here.” Natalia was a terrible liar, there was absolutely no denying that. She bit her bottom lip, somewhat embarrassed and softly giggled. “That, and Seth, might have mentioned something about it.” She watched as Thomas pouted at her. He was definitely adorable. “Would you stop pouting if I pinky promised?” She asked, her small pinky finger extended in his direction.

There was something about the way that Seth looked at her that made Gia believe his intentions with her were based in love. She knew they didn’t have to go all the way if she wasn’t ready, but with Seth, she had been ready for this for a long time. Those numerous nights she spent alone exploring her body and imagining his hands were the ones venturing her curves was finally becoming a part of her reality. Goosebumps overtook her arms as he grazed his hands softly across her body and pressed his lips to hers. Gia let out a soft sigh of pleasure, smiling at the man’s compliment. “And you’re perfect,” she returned the compliment, kissing him back passionately. The woman bucked her hips softly into his, craving some kind of friction from the man, and also reveling in the fact that she had made that kind of impact on his body. “What else have you been dreaming of doing to me?” She asked, pulling away for a few moments and eyeing him with a lustful gaze, gripping the bottom of his shirt with her hands.