Brian pushed the cart slowly, watching her choosing items from the shelf like a pro. He never really shopped for groceries by himself, except when he needed to buy some booze. He can’t believe that he was actually here with her again, after an amazing night together. He thought that after the desire had gotten out of his system, he could breathe easily again. Boy he was wrong.

The more he stared into her eyes, the more he felt that churning in the pit of his stomach. That flaming desire to have her again still blazing inside him, not knowing when to die. Addie tiptoed, struggled to reach for a pack of uncooked pasta on top of the shelf. He viewed her tight ass for a minute before went over to help her.

Addie felt a body heat coming near and finally a drizzle of breath blew on her head when she realized that Brian was reaching an arm to the top shelf, grabbing a pack of uncooked spaghetti for her easily. He handed it over to her and smiled. His eyes hidden beneath his aviator but Addie felt that familiar quiver whenever he was staring.

“Thanks.” She accidentally whispered.

Brian leaned in her ear and whispered back. “You’re welcome.”

After that he smiled playfully and went back to the cart.

“I need to buy some things for my party this weekend.” He casually ran his hand through his hair and rested his elbow on the cart handle. Addie felt relieved that the tension was cut off between them.

“Oh, um. What do you need to buy?”

He flashed a smirk and a cocked eyebrow. “Lots of booze to make you drunk.”

Addie blinked at him rapidly and let out a nervous laugh. “What, you think I’m gonna be drunk that easy?”

“A man can only hope, Addie.”

“Well, let’s not hope too much shall we?”

“Damn, I can never win with you!”

Addie laughed sincerely this time and stuck a tongue at him before running in little steps towards a shelf of pasta sauce. Brian clenched his jaw in frustration.

“If only you are available.” He murmured to himself.

---

It’s enough that I have to guard for his safety, became his nurse overnight and now I gotta be his cook? I need a raise, right now!

I peeked over to the living room, he was playing a game of Guitar Hero which I am totally jealous of because I have to cook, and his Maltese dog was jumping and barking to his choice of song.

I sighed and went back to chopping some bell pepper and garlic. I worked around his kitchen a little awkwardly because his kitchen was huge! Did I mention that already? Seriously though, I needed to take big steps to walk from drawer to drawer, finding his utensils and what not. I stopped in front of the fridge, my eyes suddenly caught something.

It was my note from this morning. He kept it? Damn, how can he melt my heart even when he’s not here? I shook my head off from that feeling and moved on.

I was so engrossed with my cooking that I didn’t realize my apron’s strings wore off. It hung loosely on my neck and my hands were quite dirty for me to tie them back.

“This fucking apron.” I cursed under my breath and went over to the sink to wash my hand. But then suddenly I felt a smooth brushing from familiar fingers on my waist and tying the knot on my back. The hair on my neck stood up with no warning.

“Smells good.” Brian’s voice sounded really close to my neck as I felt his warm breath on there, blowing it teasingly.

“I’m making you a – Bolognese.” I stuttered, no, whimpered actually when both of his hands rested on my hips and pressed on it softly.

“I meant you. You smell so fucking good.” He inhaled all my scent deeply and I accidentally arched my body, leaning against him. What the hell.

“Brian, don’t. What happen to our deal?”

“Addie, you cheated on him once. Why not cheat all the way?” he said, his mouth buried on my neck, nuzzling it softly.
I jerked my head up, but my body stiffed. I couldn’t even move under his touch.

“What do you mean, Brian?”

“Means I still get to fuck you -” he said suppressingly while his hand lowering down to my crotch and grabbed it tight. I gasped, shockwaves and shivers sent down my spine. “- without your boyfriend knowing. That didn’t lead you up to anything, did it?”

What in the name? He wants me to be his fuck buddy? God, his hand slowly rubbed on my crotch from above the apron fabric and I just can’t handle it anymore. I grabbed that naughty hand and shoved it away.

“You’re an asshole, Brian. Now go away. Or you’re gonna burn your fucking kitchen down!”

He groaned when I finally returned from my senses to push him away. I ran back to the stove to check on my pasta. They looked a little overcooked. I turn the fire off and ran back to the sink to rinse them off from water.

“Addie, why do you have to be so defensive on me?”

“Defensive? You’re the cocky one and you called me defensive?”

He shrugged. “Other girls are okay with my method.”

I shook my head and started to serve the pasta on two different plates. One for him, and one for me. Evening dinner for two?

“Not me, Brian. Last night was an exception. You were sick.”

Brian cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. “So you like to take advantage of sick people?”

“No! I don’t mean that. I just felt-” I ran away from his gaze. “-pity.”

He opened his eyes wide. Yeah well, I lied again. I totally did what I did last night not out of pity.

“Ouch.” He said, with a palm holding on to his left side of the chest.

“Well, get over it. Eat up. And never speak of this again, understood?”

Like a child being nagged, he took a seat and started eating. We ate in silence for what it seemed like the longest awkward moments ever in my life, until he suddenly broke it.

“Last question. Your boyfriend. Do you really love him?”

I stopped shoving my fork into my pasta and looked at him. His eyes softly wandered around my facial features and patiently waited for my answer. I couldn’t lie straight into his eyes.

“Yes I do.”

He leaned back and tilted his head to the side. “Okay then. I won’t try anything anymore.”

Yeah, he said that before.

“This is really good by the way."

Shit. He knows how to make me smile.

~*.*~

After that evening dinner for two which somewhat turned into something comfortable, I was heading back to my house when Brian’s Maltese dog ran up to me and climbed on my jeans.

“Hey, girl. What’s wrong?” I ruffled her fur and picked her up. She barked at me. Brian was just coming out from his kitchen and looked surprised seeing me still there.

“What’s wrong with your dog? She doesn’t want me to leave or something?”

“I have no idea. Here Pinkly! Come on, here!”

Brian patted his thigh but Pinkly just ignored him and continued to bark on my face. My insides felt tingling, like something didn’t feel right. Brian approached me and took Pinkly from my arms. My eyes were busy scanning wildly out his front yard to the end of the driveway but it was pretty dark. If anything, I need to view from the security cam I installed here days before.

“Brian, are you going anywhere tonight?”

“My sister’s practice. Why?”

“Um, what time?”

“Around nine. Why, Addie?”

Oh fuck. What should I say? I really don’t feel good about this. Like someone was watching me and him from afar.

“I was thinking…we could spend some time together.” I shut my eyes tightly after I said that. When I opened them I saw he was raising his eyebrow at me. His mouth opened and closed, trying to digest my words, or more like invitation.

“Didn’t you-”

“I mean, we could play games! You have tons of games right?” Shit now I sounded too excited. My voice went annoyingly high. I shut the front door behind me and walked casually towards his living room. He followed behind but slowly.

“How about Guitar Hero?”

His brows creased, eyes narrowed watching my every move. Please Brian, don’t go out tonight. Just fucking stay in your house like a good boy.

“Are you sure? Because I don’t even know how the hell am I going to control myself around you.”

I stared at him long. That confession alone, though vague, but melted my heart and body like a jelly.

“Um, let’s just stay within five feet from each other.”

He frowned at me. “You could just go back. Your house is five feet away.”

I bit my tongue and kicked myself mentally. “Um, okay, two feet.”

“Better, but why are you doing this? Why tonight after all that resistance to me?”

He walked closer towards me and I already know what kind of shit I was throwing myself into. If only there was no Andy in this world then this would be easier.

“No reason. Okay, I wanna be the bass. I always be the bass when I’m playing with my brother.”

I ignored his flirty move and quickly took the guitar controller and strapped it on my shoulder. After seeing him not moving for a while, I turned around.

“Well?”

He put Pinkly down and the dog running off somewhere.

“Damn you look hot with a guitar on you. Even if it’s fake.”

I smiled shyly at his compliment. He took the other controller and started off the console.


Let’s just say that I succeeded in keeping him in the house because after we played Guitar Hero which I just broke Johnny’s record in here, we moved on to Battlefield and I was fucking good at it. Hell yeah, I spent most of my time in front of the computer and what else can a programmer and tech researcher do when she’s bored? Gaming of course.
“Woohoo, nailed ya there, Brian!”

“What the fuck Addie, you cause me to lose my fucking sniper!”

“Sorry but not really sorry.” I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed. He seemed agitated by it. Oh boy. He threw his controller away and literally jumped on me. I screamed and laid my back on the couch, underneath him. With his hips pinning me down, I can never move. My breath grew heavy and hard, panting from under his sharpening gaze.

“Did you know how long I’ve been saving money for that sniper shit? It took me 2 fucking weeks, Addie.”

I stared into his angry eyes and blinked softly at him. Wait, what did I just do? He leaned closer to my face until the distance between our lips was merely an inch.

“You can’t just take my weapon away from me and not expecting me to do something about it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Here’s what I’m going to do with you. I don’t fucking care if you have a boyfriend or not. I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now.”

He parted his mouth and leaned in a little more to devour my lips but at that exact moment before he touched it I spoke;

“I’m sorry Brian. I really am.”

He drew back a little. Watching me with a softer gaze than before.

“Sorry for what?”

“For taking your weapon.”

“And?”

“And for sticking out my tongue at you.”

He rolled his eyes. “And?”

And what? There’s more?

“And…um..for staying here, disturbing you?”



He sighed heavily and ran his hand through my hair. His finger twirled with the strands of it slightly. “For staying, no don’t feel sorry. But for disturbing my heart and making me confused, yeah you should be.”

Disturbing his heart? What? Have I led him to somewhere I didn’t want to happen? Oh shit. I told him to stay away from me yet it was ME who couldn’t stay the fuck away from him.

“I wanted you Addie. I still do. But I don’t know if you feel the same way. You keep coming back to me, then you left me hanging like I was nothing to you. What’s the deal, Addie?”

Shit. My own question had been spat back on me.

“I-”

I was about to answer him when I heard a faint sound of foot steps outside. My ears shot up in alert, my heart was banging fast. Well, partly because Brian was on top of me, staring into my eyes.

“Addie what-”

“Shh, Brian.” I whispered. My finger on his lips. I pushed his body away and ran towards the light switch and killed it. Brian looked bewildered at my action as I leaned back on the wall and peeked through his window curtain.

Shit! There it was again. The black Hybrid car parked just on the other side of the street with no driver in it. I looked at Brian and he was stunned in the dark. His silhouette didn’t move and just stayed on the couch.

The footsteps sounds were visible again. How thick can this guy be? Even dared to approach Brian’s house so closely? I pulled out my gun from behind and crawled towards the front door. I opened it slightly. The car ignited and sped away into the dark. I ran to Brian’s front yard but I can’t catch him. Shit.

“Addie..?” Brian called from inside. I quickly ran back to him.

“Uh, that was probably the neighbor. My mistake. I thought someone was stalking you. Like your obsessed fan or something.” Smooth huh? I’ve been thinking about this cover up story if he ever caught me chasing someone.

“Why do you have a gun?”

OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Uh..this is a fake one. Just for security purposes. All crews have this.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Yep. It’s a water gun. Um, anyway. I’m beat. I’ll see you tomorrow okay Brian? I’ll make it up to you for that sniper!”

Without waiting, I ran back to my house, leaving him at his door – confused and stunned. Shit I almost blew my cover!

Notes

A/N: hahaha there you go another one XD comments, lovee!!!

sorry missed a paragraph earlier...after the ~*.*~ sign..sorry