Alexis POV

I twirl my phone in my hand over and over with words going through my head permanently set on repeat.

Hey Kitten. It's Benj. Can we talk?

What the fuck was there seriously to talk about? I can just picture it now.. "Oh hey kitten, just wanna say sorry about depriving you from another orgasm and gagging you with my dick. Hope we can still be friends?"

I throw my phone across the room, my blood boiling as humiliation and anger settle in.

I seriously need to stop thinking about him.

But that was easier said than done. His scent, his voice, his words were everywhere and it didn't matter how incredibly mad I was at him, the memory of his fingers on my body burned through my brain, latching onto every fucking nerve like sweet poison. He was fucking intoxicating and I hated him even more for that.

I sink back deeper on my bed as a throbbing pain in my temples start to creep in.

Massive head fuck!

My phone chimes from across the room and an electric shock courses through my arms as I immediately come to the conclusion that it's him. I get up and walk over to the window and pick up my phone from the floor releasing the breath I was subconsciously holding in.

Bradley. Thank fuck.

(Bradley: Hey Beautiful.)

(Bradley: Heard you've got the day off today? Hope you have a good one! x)

He's so fucking considerate. I really should put more effort, even though he looks just like his asshole brother.

(Thank you Brad. You're too sweet. x)

As I finish sending him my reply, a thought surfaces and I toy with the idea for a few seconds, wondering if this was coming from a sane person or one who was insanely sexually deprived. I rub my thumb over the home button a few times as my left hand makes its way further down south on my body.

I feel the butterflies settle in as I press send, anticipating his response.

I had to giggle, he sure knows how to make a girl feel good. I make my way back over to my comfy bed, laying on top of the sheets as I get my self ready for a good sexting session.

God yes!

I dip my middle finger inside me, covering it with my juice then proceed to massage my clit slowly while I imagine having his tongue on the same spot.

He's fucking spot on. I feel my inner walls get tighter as I fuck myself with 3 fingers, allowing the overflow of juices to drip down onto the sheets. I'm close.

My fingers thrust in and out harder, faster as my pussy walls contract and my body begins to convulse from the intense orgasm I've been dying to have.

Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Oh God.

Wave after wave of euphoria wash over me as my body continues to twitch. My sheets are drenched and my hair is covered in sweat. I wipe my forehead with the back of my arm and steady my breathing before I lift the phone back up to my face feeling very fucking satisfied.

Dammit. I want more.

Shower time.

Bradley's POV

"What's the plans for today B?" JD asks, making his way down the stairs and into the living room.

Well after blowing my load all over the shower wall this morning. I didn't give two shits what the plans were for today. This would've been one of the best mornings I've had on this trip so far. The need to have her physically in my arms was one I happily welcomed and I feel myself smiling like a fat kid who just discovered cake.

"We don't have any meetings so?" I reply, staring out at the beautiful view from our panoramic windows still smiling.

"Jules mentioned something about Lexi's 21st tomorrow?" JD states. "Meant to be some sorta dress up or some shit?"

"Yea. It's her birthday tomorrow and the girls are gonna throw her a surprise party." I reply. "Guess we better hit the shops then."

A bedroom door slams and we both turn to see Benj making his way down to us, expressionless.

"Lads." He says.

"How'd you sleep?" JD asks.

"I slept." He replies. "What's all this talk about dress ups?"

"It's Lexi's 21st tomorrow and the girls are throwing a surprise dress up party downstairs." I state.

"And?" He shrugs.

Fucking attitude on this one.

"And we're all fucking invited, so we're all fucking going." I reply, crossing my arms across my chest. "Now are you ready to head out or what?"

"Fine." He says bluntly. "But I'm sure as shit not trying anything on."

"Geez Benj, when did you become so boring." JD chuckles.

Benj rolls his eyes then heads towards the lift while JD and I exchange exhausted looks.

"He really needs to get laid." JD states. "Let's hit up a gentle mans club. Leave him there for the day. That oughta sort him out."

"Pussy is the reason why he's fucked in the head in the first place." I chuckle.

"So basically, he's fucked either way." JD concludes.

Pretty much.

Benjamins POV

We made our way to the city mall, wandering mindlessly into each clothes shop trying to find the "perfect" costume, apparently. I couldn't be fucked to do any of this shit, but I didn't want to stay up in the Penthouse alone with my thoughts again. Thoughts that always seem to lead back to Lexi. Back to her hair, her eyes, her mouth, her body, her pussy.. just all of her. Especially the fact that she still hadn't replied to my message yesterday. It was killing me. How did I fuck this up so bad? I must be losing my touch.

"No, give me the fucking blue one. You take the purple one."

I look up to see my brother and JD fighting over a couple of coloured fairy wings.

What the shit?

"I look better in purple anyway. Only real men can pull this shit off." JD states proudly.

I stood there, mouth practically open, wondering how the fuck I ended up here but also feeling guilty that I've managed to let my humour and fun side slip away from me.

I've turned into a grumpy old fuck. I need help.

I take my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through my messages.

Still no fucking message. Dammit.

I've had enough. I'm not one to grovel but this shit was eating me alive. It had practically invaded my breathing space that even nicotine wasn't cutting it anymore. I had to see her. I had to talk to her. I had to try again. Make her understand why I am so utterly fucked up.

"Lads. I'm off." I call out. "Have fun playing dress up. See you back at the suite."

I push the doors open, making my way out onto the street, determined to get my way.

Okay kitten. Hide and seek is over.

Alexis POV

Even though I prefer to be alone, having a day off when everyone else you know is at work sucks balls. I don't have many hobbies besides the occasional baking experiment, nor do I enjoy lounging around watching TV or flipping through magazines and social media content. Too much bullshit for me. None of it was real anyway.

Who the fuck finds love in a club these days? Or finds love at all? How would I even know what love is when the only love I've ever really known was from my parents. Parents who died when I was too young to even understand that love can and will come in the form of a man.

Watching the way Ava handled men while we were growing up didn't help matters either. I envied her, yet I didn't exactly agree with the way she carried herself. My sister was a beautiful soul and I wouldn't change her for anything, but many times over the years I would hear the L word get dropped in conversation between her and her weekly lovers. I mean, is that even possible? To fall in love with someone after a week? And is that all it took to "be in love"? Just mind blowing sex?

I've had my fair share of bed partners and orgasms but not once did I ever feel the tug. The ache against my chest when we were apart. The need to be around them day and night. Maybe I have yet to experience proper sex. The earth shattering kind of sex where in that moment, you become one. Where you share every feeling, every emotion, every sensation, every release.

Is that what Shan and Seth have?

I feel a slight prick against my chest as I think about their relationship. How lucky they both were to have found each other under the circumstances they were in at the beginning. Seth was all kinds of fucked up. Fucked up to the point of no return. Until Shan came along.

Is that what I need?

A man so fucked up, no other woman would even give him a second glance. A man so fucked up, so sadistic, so erratic, so hot and cold. A man labelled as a fucking charity case? A project? A damn fixer upper? Did I even have it in me to deal with that shit? How was I meant to nurture and guide someone to become a better version of themselves or repair whatever damage they were suffering from, when I didn't even know what the fuck I was doing with myself.

Benji is damaged goods. It's clear to see and there was no way in hell that I was going to be the one to fix him.

"Mommy?"

I was so fixated on my own thoughts, I didn't notice the little boy peeking over at me a few steps away. I brush my hair that had fallen down onto my face away and give him a soft smile.

"You're not mommy."

"Sorry sweetie. I'm not." I say, trying not to frighten the poor kid. "Are you lost?"

I see tears start to well up in his eyes as fear sets in.

"I- - I want my mommy."

Oh shit. Please don't cry.

"Blake? Blake baby where are you? Blaaaake??"

I look over my shoulder and see a young female looking quite frantic, screaming out with her hands clutching her hair. I lean in closer to the young boy and gently place my hands on his shoulders.

"Sweetie can you tell me your name? Is it Blake?"

The little boy looks up with a slight glint in his eyes. "Mommy calls me that. Do you know mommy?"

"I'm gonna go get mommy for you okay?" I stand up, clutching the boys shoulder while I wave frantically at the woman across the park. "Hey! Excuse me. Over here."

She turns around, her eyes zero straight in on Blake and she bursts into tears, running over to us now.

"Mommy. mommy!" Blake exclaims as his mom lunges for him and proceeds to shower him with kisses.

"Oh my god sweetie, don't ever do that again." She screams. "You can't run away from mommy okay? It's very dangerous. Do you understand Blake?"

"Sorry mommy. I just wanted to catch the butterfly." Blake cries out.

"Oh honey. I know and I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Mommy is sorry for yelling."

As beautiful as this was, I was feeling quite awkward and honestly just wanted to turn back around and continue where I left off. Wallowing in self pity.

"Mommy she looks like you." Blake says tugging at my skirt.

I feel my cheeks flush as I take a closer look at this unknown female. Ehhh. No I don't. This woman is fucking gorgeous.

Every single part of her was perfectly proportioned. Flawless sun kissed honey skin. Petite hourglass figure. Perky breasts that clearly did not need any sort of support. Juicy plump cherry red lips and perfect white teeth. Bright jade green eyes and beautiful luscious chestnut brown hair that travelled straight to her ridiculously perfect round ass.

Jesus no wonder why her son's a cutie.

She.Is.Fucking.Stunning. I feel like a fucking dag.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry for this, but thank you so much for looking after my son." She breathes. "Jesus I must look like a train wreck."

Well if you look like a train wreck, then I must look like a fucking catastrophe.

"No, no it's no problem." I reply. "You're son is a little cutie. I'm just glad you were able to be reconciled."

"Yes me too. He is my world. I would have died if something happened to him." She replies clutching onto Blake for dear life.

"Mommy can we go get cupcakes now?" Blake chimes.

"Of course sweetie. Whatever you want." She replies.

"Can my friend come with us mommy. Please?" Blake asks grabbing a hold of my hand now.

"Oh sweetie, I think she might be busy. We've already taken up too much of her time baby." She says.