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“Why are you looking at me like that was my idea?” He pointed at me. “You were the one who suggested it.”
“Only because the older kids on the show kept talking about body parts, and I was genuinely curious about what you were packing.”
Playing offended, he taunted, “So you used me?”
“I’d like to think of it as we used each other since we were the youngest on set and didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it.”
“Damn.” He stepped back, still looking at me through the mirror. “Here I thought I meant more to you than that. If I would have known that you were just using me, I would have never let you ride my cock, Bay.”
I jerked back, never expecting him to say that.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, laughing. “I’m kidding, Bay. You riding my dick is up there with my favorite memories.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
He laughed harder. “You do lie now.”
Reluctantly, I threw on his hoodie, but the pencil skirt I wore wasn’t making the cut. Slipping out of that next, I laid it on the sink. “There.” I nodded at him through the mirror. “Now I’m very Adriana Grande-like.”
Giving me a once-over, he baited, “My clothes always did look good on you.”
There I was with…
Nicholas Aires III.
To the world, he was the rebel heir to the Aires multibillion-dollar fortune.
However, he’d forever be the boy who experienced fame for the first time with me and knew me in and out in ways nobody else ever did. To go through the ups and downs of having to share your life with the world with someone who really understood the significance of it formed a connection I couldn’t begin to explain.
For years, it felt like Aires was the only person in the world who knew firsthand what it was like to be a public persona. We grew up together. We were the only two on set who were the same age and the youngest of the cast and crew. We spent hours every day together.
We even had a private teacher on set for us since we were there at all hours of the day and on weekends. For eight years, Aires was not only my best friend but he was also the very first boy I had a crush on and eventually thought I loved. To have him in my corner when sometimes it felt as if I didn’t have anyone was something I could never forget.
He was embedded in me.
Branded into my blood.
Seared into my skin.
But that was just the beginning of our complicated relationship of firsts. The ending was two years after we claimed each other’s virginity. After our show was canceled, our lives once again changed, and our careers went on different paths that never led back to one another.
We were young.
He was the bad boy.
I was a good girl.
We were doomed from the start.
I grabbed my skirt off the counter and tossed it in my bag, trying to ignore the overwhelming feelings he evoked and the memories he triggered.
His scent.
His warmth.
His touch.
It was as intoxicating as it was back then.
