i kinda forgot it's supposed to be snowing in new york.... let's ignore that

sorry for the delayed update lmao

"Charlotte dear!" Mrs Miller greets me once we enter the shop

"Hello Mrs Miller" I smile

"I see you've changed companionship since the last time you came around" she chuckles

I feel Clay's hand hold a tighter grip on mine

"I'm Clay"

I believe Mrs Miller sensed Clay's mood shift, since her eyes widened and shook her head side to side

"You know how much I disliked Aidren, Charlotte" she smiled "I'm glad to meet you Clay"

"I'm glad too" Clay answers, seeming a lot calmer now

"I'm guessing you met in Florida, right?" the old woman asks "I can spot a floridian a mile away"

"Yeah we did" I say chuckling

"Wait why can she t-" Clay begins, but I cut him off "Clay, you're blond and pale as fuck, that's how"

Both of them laugh at my remark. I think I even saw Clay slightly blush too

Once the laughter died down, the old lady speaks up again "So, how did your mom react"

Mrs Miller knows everything about my relationship with my mother. Back in high school her cafe was my safe spot, when things got annoying back home, I always came here.

"Well, this might be shocking but I think she likes him" I say, slightly bumping Clay on his side "I mean, they full on talked all alone and he hasn't run away... that's worth something, right?"

"She wasn't all that bad" Clay speaks up

Mrs Miller and I both turn to look at him, remaining silent "Yeah, she didn't say anything because you said you had money" I speak up

"Char..." The old woman says, trying to get me to calm down

"No, I hate that the only reason she- she tolerates him is because Clay had to tell her he's a millonaire" I complain, starting to het worked up, but Clay had other plans

"I would say just about anything, if it meant that your mom liked me and you get a weight off your shoulders" he almost whispers, getting closer to me and placing a soft kiss on my forehead

"But flaunting your money is not how I wanted it to go, I want her to like you for who you are no-" i begin, but Clay quickly cuts me off

"Charlotte, you said it yourself, you hate your mom, why do you care about what she thinks of me?" he says "If she truly is such a pain in the ass, then her liking me, under any means, is better for us"

"You kids are just heartwarming" Mrs Miller sweetly says "Here, let me get you what you always asked for back then"

"So... how did you find this place?" Clay asks

I debate whether to tell him the truth or not. I partially found this place because of a fight I got in with Aidren, but I feel like that might be a sensitive topic right now.

But we did talk about being more honest with each other

"Well, I had some issues with Veronica and Aidren... she tried to pull something during an event our parents made us go to" I begin to explain. Clay simply stares at me, paying full attention to what I was saying

"She made it look as if they hooked up... the event was a few blocks away from here and I just stormed off and ended up here"

"Shit, I'm- I'm so sorry" Clay says, stepping closer to me once again

"It's not your fault, we didn't know each other... no reason to be sorry for anything" I smile "It was a long time ago and probably fake too, I doubt Aidren even went for her"

Clay embraces me and places soft kisses on my forehead. I like the proximity... Clay isn't usually this touchy, but for some reason he can't get his hands off me recently

"We should sit down" he says "While we wait... and shit"

"Yeah, et's go to this booth, it's my lucky one" I signal to a table at the end of the shop

"This is nice" Clay says once we sit down "You telling me childhood stories and all that... You should do it more often" he smiles

"I thought I did" I say and he shakes his head

"Not really" he drifts off "I noticed you don't really like talking much about your childhood"

"You don't really say much about your life either" I say

"Because, it is plastered all over the internet" he laughs

"Yeah... but I want to see the real you, your unfiltered version" I truthfully say

I just noticed how little we actually know about each other.

"Well, ask anything" Clay smiles

"Really?"

"Really"

"Are you really, ACTUALLY joking when you flirt with George?"

"WHAT" Clay wheezes

"I'm kidding" I laugh "I don't know what to ask though, what can I know about you Clay"

"Well... I hated school" he begins

"You told me that"

"Yeah, but one time, my mom was forcing me to go, right?" I nod "Well, I hid in my backyard and slept there until I was supposed to come back" he finishes and I let out a loud laugh

"Why-" I try to catch my breath "Why would you do that"

"BECAUSE" he laughs as well "I wasn't going to go"

"You're such a little brat" I lightly punch him from across the booth

"You know it best" Clay says smirking

"Oh, please"

"Now... tell me something about you" he places his elbows on the table and rests his pretty face on his hands

"Mhhh... let's see" I sit back and look out the window "Well one time, I had some baby hairs, right? Well... I cut them" I begin "And it wasn't the best idea... literally two weeks later it started growing thicker and longer so it looked like I had bangs, but shorter"

"I bet you looked pretty either way" he hums

"No, I didn't"

"Yes"

"No"

"Nothing can look bad on you" he compliments me

"Actually, yes, many things" I answer back

"Oh you're hot, shut the fuck up"

"Clay!" I nudge him

"What?" he chuckles "It's true"

"Ok, I'm going bald then... let's see what you say about that then" I confidently say, crossing my arms

"Well... to be fair I wouldn't have anything to pull on then" Clay says and immediately starts laughing

"You're such a pig" I laugh

We hear footsteps approaching us, Mrs Miller had brought some food, between those my favorite pastrie, pain au chocolat

"What are you kids laughing at?" the old woman kindly asks and I turn slightly red

"Some old childhood stories" Clay speaks up.

Mrs Miller then places the different pastries in front of us and begins talking "So tell me, how did you guys meet?" she asks

And so, the questioning begins.

I don't mind it coming from her though. I know her intentions are good, not like my mother's, sadly

We ended up spending more time than expected at the cafe, so I had to cross out some of the places I wanted to visit off of my checklist.

Saying goodbye to Mrs Miller is always one of the hardest things to do. I usually try and call her from time to time. But as things have been quite hectic back home, it slipped off my mind.

"Don't forget to invite me to the wedding dear" she says waving at us once we were leaving

"Mrs Miller!" I say getting red

"Oh I'm joking" she chuckles "Don't forget to visit again, I missed you"

"I won't forget, never" I say whilst giving her a genuine smile

Now time to speedrun through New York.

"Here, stand in front of the LOVE sign, I want a picture of you in front of it" I tell Clay while positioning him where I see fit

Clay awkwardly stands in front of it and gives me a half smile

"Smile more, like naturally, don't be so stiff" I shout

Clay shuffles a bit in his position, but quickly gives me a more relaxed smile. I click the camera twice and hope for the best.

"You've made me take pictures with every single building we get across" Clay complains, I roll my eyes in response and grab his hand

Pulling him all across the city I manage to take a lot of pictures of him, which is weird, he is usually very against of the whole picture idea. But I'll opt to remain silent, maybe he's trying to get out of his comfort zone a bit.

I... don't care. It's time to go to central park now

"I always loved to see the little squirrels" I say as we approach the park

"Aren't those basically rats?" he asks and I fake gasp

"No they're not, they are a lot cuter than those ugly rats" I say grabbing my chest

"So... what are we doing for New Years eve?" he asks as we finally enter the gates of the place where I spent most of my childhood in.

"My mom wanted to organize something... but I say we skip that and go clubbing" I say

"If we avoid your mom, I'm down for literally anything" Clay deadpans

"What happened with the 'she doesn't seem that bad'" I say mocking him

"She stresses you out, Char" Clay stops on his tracks and grabs my shoulders, making me turn so that I am standing directly in front of him "I don't like seeing you that way" he then caresses my cheek and turns to walk once more

I pull him by the arm and hug him tightly. Holding him as if it were the last time we'd see each other.

"Thank you" I say and he chuckles, sending vibrations all over me "Now, lets get to the squirrels"

Walking along the park I see so many different people and activities. Some are little kids running around, other groups of friends just having a picnic. Even an old couple walking, holding hands.

I wonder if someday Clay and I will ever get to experience that.

And just as if he was reading my thoughts, he speaks up "That will be us in some years" Clay mentions, pointing at the old couple I was looking at

"You think we will end up growing old together" I say as my heart melts

"Well... maybe yeah..." Clay drifts off "If we stop fighting so much"

"We don't fight that much" I roll my eyes, Clay gives me a side-eyed look "We didn't even argue today" I throw my arms out

"Today" he remarks

"Well... slow and steady, remember?" I ask

"Thought you liked it fast and hard" Clay smirks and begins to laugh once he notices my cheeks turn a bright shade of pink

"We are in a park, Clay" I nudge his arm

"Whatever" he is the one to roll his eyes now "I would take you right here so everyone knows you're mine"

I turn bright red at his comment, but decide not to day anything. Not like I could form a coherent sentence after that anyways.

I take a couple more pictures of him standing next to big trees and bushes. We even asked some old man to take a picture of Clay and I together.

Once we reach the place where the squirrels usually are, we take a seat on a bench and take in the scenery.

Clay and I managed to see what he called 'tree rats' I was so eager to see. I clearly scolded him for calling them that.

Then the wind begins to blow harder, causing some of the leaves from the trees above us to fall. One of them falls perfectly onto Clay's blond hair, so I move closer to him to get it out.

We are now both sitting closer, breathing each other in and looking into each other's eyes. Clay slowly closes the gap between us and pecks my lips. This kiss is different, it's more loving and less passionate

We then break from the it, our foreheads press together. Smiling like little kids we look at each other once more, just enjoying our presence. Just like everything was fine

New Year's Eve day

"Do you like it?" I ask as I step out the bathroom, wearing a gold short dress which accentuates my curves

I've been in this bathroom for an hour probably, I hope he likes the way I look.

Clay's eyes almost pop out of his eye sockets, leaving him speechless

"You're so hot, what the actual fuck" he murmurs "Can I get a little spin?" he asks and I nod. In one swift movement I spin around

"That was cute" he chuckles

"You look handsome too" I compliment him back, my eyes linger on his body a bit too long, but I recompose myself and grab him by the arm "Let's go"

This nightclub is where all my old friends usually went to. Is this a bad idea? Most probably. Is this the best nightclub for new year's eve? Sadly yes.

I'll see how everything goes.

Entering the already packed place, Clay and I walk towards the bar to get some drinks.

"I'm getting a Margarita, but could it be with sugar instead of salt for the rim please?" I shout at the bartender, trying to get him to understand my order

"Are you getting something?" I turn to Clay and he shakes his head

"That's gonna be it then" I smile at the bartender once more and patiently wait for my drink

As I'm standing there waiting for the Margarita, another bartender approaches where Im standing, filling four shot glasses in front of me and then pointing at some dude standing on the other side of the bar.

Before Clay notices and begins to act all protective, I down the four shots.

Fuck it, it's new year's eve

The barman quickly makes my drink and hands it over to me.

"I saw that" Clay says once I walk back up to him

"Saw what" I play dumb

"The dude buying you the drink" he rolls his eyes "I'm a millionaire, I can buy you thirty of those Char"

"I already told you this... that way is more fun" I say, jumping a bit in excitement

Clay's gaze turn towards my breasts. This dirty fucker

I grab him by the chin and pull his head upwards, locking our lips in a desperate kiss... Maybe the shots are kicking in

"I knew you'd come here, Char-Char" Veronica shouts next to me, interrupting our moment

Fuck her

"Oh my! You brought Clay too" she says grabbing his bicep

Wait how does she kn-

"Aidren told me his real name by the way"

"Oh, cool" I say trying to dismiss her as fast as possible

"So, Clay, how are you enjoying New York's night life so far?" she says in a flirty way, almost shoving her tits at him. Clay looks down at her with disgust and just ignores her

"Let's go dance" he tells me, pulling us both into the dance floor

As we walk away from her, I see Veronica's flirty look turn into one of anger

Burn in hell whore

Since Clay hates dancing, this is a clear sign that he can't stand her either.

We then dance for a long while, constantly checking the time on the club's big screen to see how much time there's left for midnight

The club is now fully packed, people are everywhere and everyone's growing crazier by the second

And as the giant clock counts down, closer to the 12:00 am checkmark, Clay embraces me.

"3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEARS" the entirety of the club shouts

Clay grabs my face and closes the gap between us "You and me forever" he smiles "I love you" he whispers "This is how I wanted to tell you, not that day out of desperation for you to want me back... Yes I loved you then too, but I wanted it to be special"

I look at him in awe, smiling

"You don't need to say it back, I understand if after everything that happened yo-" he begins but I cut him off

"I love you too Clay" I confess "I never stopped loving you"

He pulls me in once more and pecks my lips again.

Holy shit- that just happened

I- he- he confessed his feelings-

Yet he doesn't want to officialize things. Great. Just peachy

I begin to panic, "I'm getting a drink" I announce and leave before he can protest

Don't do this Charlotte. You're overthinking everything once more.

I was the one who paused our relationship and asked for things to go slow. God I just ruined a perfect moment, I'm so stupid. I'm definitely getting a drink.

So I now stand in front of the bar once more, trying to see if I can get another drink when I feel someone press up against my back, instinctively I turn to look back, only to notice Clay with a weird look on his face. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion so he gets lower and closer to my ear

"A bunch of guys are eye-fucking you" he says "All because of this little dress, you dirty whore"

Now, I completely turn around "Wanna take it of then?" I smirk, getting bolder from the alcohol running through my veins

Clay's eyes turn dark, and he quickly grabs my arm and drags me over to the bathrooms.

He enters one of the stalls and locks us inside of it. Then, in one swift movement he bends me over and pulls my dress up

"I like this thong" he says ripping it off of me "But I like you better without it"

"I didn't bring another one" I curse

"Well, now you have to walk around with nothing underneath this as a punishment" he smirks

"Punishment?"

"For being such a fucking whore" Clay says and then spanks my ass

His hands leave my hips and I hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and then pants falling to the ground.

When I try to turn around and see what's going on, Clay forces me to remain in my position and places the tip of his dick on my opening

"Be as quiet as you can" Is all he says before ramming inside of me

I let out a loud moan from the sudden penetration, and I can't seem to recompose myself as the moans just keep on falling out from me.

Trying to keep me quiet, Clay pulls my hair back and puts three fingers in my mouth, obstructing the sounds coming from me

He keeps on going in and out of me, occasionally changing speeds, but always very rough.

My moans get sloppier as I reach my orgasm. I grab onto Clay so I can keep myself up

"Oh god Clay I'm coming" I say

"Fuck- say that you're just mine" Clay quietly moans, drilling me onto the bathroom wall

"I'm- ah shit" I moan "I'm just yours"

"Repeat it" he demanda, pulling my hair and arching my back even more

"I'm all yours Clay, just yours" I let out, getting worked into over-stimulation

"There we go" he happily says "Moan for daddy"

I let out a squirm, and then feel his dick twitch inside me

Clay's movements slow down, and he pulls out of me. Some of his cum drips down my leg, so he grabs a paper towel and cleans it up.

Before exiting the stall, Clay readjusts my dress, making sure everything is covered up

"There" he proudly says "Good as new"