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“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.”

“I mean, I guess it’s a possibility. It’s also a possibility that one day you’ll go postal, but I like taking that risk,” she said with a smirk. There was definite affection there for Gianni, but it was something she kept rather private. He was not the kind of guy to get involved with outside of the bedroom. The blonde felt her eyes roll at the mention of her nemesis. “Please don’t go back to fucking her. Ghost me would be so disappointed in you. That would be like me fucking Chase or Scoonie... pure betrayal,” she added, eyes focusing on Gianni to watch his reaction. Was she secretly hoping he’d get jealous? Maybe a little bit, but it was fair game. Mallory’s face softened at his next comment, finding it comforting to know her cousin was getting involved with someone who would take care of her. “What’s so bad about that? It’s kind of sweet, really. I just hope he can put up with the Gale sex drive.”

Mysterious — not a word most would use to describe the young woman and yet, somehow, hearing it come from the lips of someone as irresistible as Thomas Valentine, had Natalia believing maybe she didn’t have to be what everyone expected of her. There was something infectious about the sound of his laugh, the way he carried himself so effortless and without a care. Natalia’s sweet and luminous brown eyes bore into Thomas’ ocean blue ones as he leaned in towards her; their faces so close together as he spoke. She held her breath as he called her beautiful once more, and with barely any inches between them, she was able to see the little flecks of emerald glistening through them causing the stirring the butterflies in her stomach. She began to feel the warmth of color invading her cheeks having him so close to her. When he brushed his hand against her cheek, Natalia thought she felt her heart skip a beat. Before she knew it, his soft lips were pressed against her own and without a second thought, she leaned into the kiss. It was just the lightest touch of lips, but it took her breath 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.

Between the effects of the marijuana and the giddiness of how good it felt to kiss Calvin, Audrey was certainly feeling pretty great. The compliments that left his mouth only made her swoon further. She really didn’t want the night to end. “I know... I just, maybe I never thought of myself as someone who makes men weak in the knees, you know? I guess I’m doing something right to capture someone as amazing as you,” she complimented, a bright smile on her lips. “Promise me we’ll do this again? That you won’t forget about me?” She asked, looking into his dark eyes that were full of sincerity. She had never witnessed anyone look at her quite like Calvin did and it was something she hoped to experience again.

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.”

“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. 

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?

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.”

There was something extremely sexy about Gianni, though Mallory couldn’t quite put his 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.” 

“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.

“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.

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: Soft

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: shes not cutting up my shit at least

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

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.

“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.

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

Gianni: Again

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?

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.

“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. 

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.

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.

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