"I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high."
- Doja Cat (So High, 2014)
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Y/N's POV
Another great week passed by. A great day after another. Lizzie's been so affectionate lately, probably more than we wanted to let on. It's crazy to think that two months ago, she had such a high wall up that I didn't think I would be able to move past on. She pushed me away for so long, her inconsistent mood swings made me feel like I was never going to get through her. But, things changed for the better.
A spark of hope. A path to a brighter, and new future. Something we weren't able to do six years ago. What was once out of reach, doesn't seem impossible anymore. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I've been running for so long, and I feel as though this is the time that I'll finally be able to rest. Lizzie's that spark of hope.
From aisle to aisle, I followed them while I pushed the cart inside the grocery store. It was like they were in their own little world. It's quite adorable if I do say so myself. It's almost like I'm third wheeling, but I didn't mind it at all. I'm in complete utter bliss watching their interaction.
"Y/N, we need your opinion." Maya calls out to me. "Do you like your chips ahoy chewy or crunchy?"
"Hmm... I'm gonna have to go with crunchy." I said, earning an exasperated sigh from Lizzie. "The chewy ones are too sweet for me."
"That's what I said!"
"Looks like it's two against one, Lizzie bear." I taunted the one and only time Maya ever agreed with me. "Crunchy it is, little bear."
Before I could say another smart remark, my phone began to buzz inside of my pocket annoyingly. I huffed in annoyance and answered Athena's call. It's weird. She never calls me around this time, especially on a Friday.
Y/N- What's up?
A- I have some had news
Y/N- Fuck, what is it?
A- So, I just got a call from Grace. And she said that she's making the masquerade party a mandatory event tomorrow, so we all have to go.
Y/N- Of course she did. I basically don't have any other choice
A- I know. And I'm sorry that I wasn't able to get us out of it. I tried, but she was persistent.
Y/N- No, don't. It's not your fault.
A- I know. I feel bad because I know that you were thinking of asking Lizzie to be your girlfriend this weekend. And now, you have to delay that because of the party.
Y/N- Timing's never been my strongest suit. Fuck. Ugh, it's okay. I'll just do it some other time.
A- Hopefully soon. But, anyway, do you want to go with the team later for suit and dress shopping?
Y/N- Yeah, of course. Just let me know when and give me the address.
A- Alright. I'll see you later, Y/N.
Y/N- You too. Bye.
I groaned in frustration as soon as I ended the call. Fuck, I knew timing has never worked with me, but damn. Out of all days, why does it have to be tomorrow? It's like the world doesn't want things to work out for me for once. I was happy for a while, now it looks like I'm paying for it once again. I can never be consistently happy without an obstacle knocking me over, possibly pushing me three steps back.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Lizzie asked worriedly.
"No, not really." I answered truthfully. "I just got off the phone with Athena and Westmore is making the masquerade party a mandatory event. It's tomorrow and I don't have any other choice but to go."
Lizzie caressed my back soothingly, calming me down, "I'll go with you. Let me be your date. Can I do that for you?"
"You'd be willing to do that?" I was taken aback. "I thought that you didn't want me to go."
"I know she's your biggest investor." She spoke softly. "So, this party, it's important not only to you but to your team. So, you have to go. And I happen to be going with you."
I smiled warmly, "How are you so understanding? Thank you."
Lizzie caressed my face with her thumb casually, "It's no problem. It's the least I could do for you after everything you've done for me."
I pulled her in for a warm embrace, genuinely thankful for everything that she is. When I felt her arms wrapped around my back, I wondered if she could feel it. My heart is beating just for her. And there's not a doubt in my mind that she's the only person capable of making me feel this way.
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When we got back from the grocery store, the three of us formed a chain to efficiently put the things we bought inside the pantry, separating the ingredients we need to make spaghetti with meatballs. We make a great team. The three of us. Our shared laughter invaded the vicinity of the kitchen, defining this moment as one of my favorites.
"How does this sauce taste, babe?" Lizzie asked, dipping the spoon into the saucepan, getting me to taste it. "Should I add more salt or?"
"Wow, that's amazing." I praised her work. "Great job."
"I think the meatballs are almost done cooking." Maya chimed in. "They look done."
"Alright, let me see." I peeked over. "You're right. Why don't you grab that bowl over there and start putting them one by one. Tell me if you need help, okay?"
Maya nodded and followed my instructions. I continued with what I was doing, slicing the garlic bread in half, and laying them flat on a baking pan. I took a quick glance at Lizzie, who's too focused on perfecting her sauce despite the fact that I told her it was perfect. I admire that about her. She's a perfectionist, and her focused face is so adorable. I couldn't help but draw a content smile on my face.
After the food was done, we began to prepare the table. I was in charge of the plates, Maya with the utensils, and Lizzie with the food. We didn't say much to each other, but the casual murmurs we would say to one another as we're passing by, trying to make sure everything looked good was a little heartwarming to me. It was like we're a family getting ready for lunch. If I could stay in the moment forever, I would.
We sat together, and started to eat. The smile on Lizzie's face as we enjoyed the sauce she worked so hard on making warmed my heart. It was good. It was really good. And we made sure to tell her this. We couldn't shut up about it, and she enjoyed that we praised her so much.
Lunch was anything but pure silence. We talked about anything and everything. Maya was the one leading most of the conversation, and we would casually add into it. Everything she ever brought up was funny. We couldn't stop laughing at how effortlessly funny she is, and anyone who's lucky enough to hear Lizzie's laugh, you'll fall in love in a matter of seconds. I wish I could listen to it forever.
After lunch, we did chores together. Maya persistently volunteered to do the dishes, and Lizzie assisted her throughout the process. I decided to clean the area, sweeping the floor of both the kitchen and living room. When I was done, I stood a few feet away from them, admiring their interaction. If there was anything I was glad that remained constant despite her lack of memory of us was her relationship with Maya. It was still the same, and even though she doesn't remember me, and our relationship won't ever be the same, I'm glad that it didn't change for the little one.
Ashley dropped off Ollie, the dog an hour ago while we were doing chores, but she couldn't stay and chat because work was killing her in the ass and there always seems to be an emergency. Maya was thrilled to see the dog, so she didn't waste any more time and played fetch with him in the backyard.
I joined Lizzie in her garden while she watered her many growing vegetables and plants of all sorts. The thought of the masquerade party popped into my head again, and suddenly I was second guessing myself and feeling guilty about getting her to tag along with me.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Are you sure you want to go with me to the party tomorrow?"
"Yes, I am." She nodded. "100%"
"Okay." I said with my gaze lowered to my feet. "I was just wondering if you've changed your mind because I wouldn't want you to feel obligated to go..."
"Hey, stop that." Lizzie slid both of her hands beside my face. "I don't feel obligated to go. I want to. I promise."
I flashed her a thankful smile, and she did the same. I was so focused on her that I didn't even realize what was happening until she pointed the hose at me, water came spewing out in my direction. Lizzie chased me around the backyard, spraying it all over my body.
"Oh my god, I'm soaked." I laughed, attempting to get away from her, but failed. "You're mischievous, Olsen."
Like a little kid she clearly is at heart, Lizzie did everything but stop her playful antics. She continued to chase me around, and even asked Maya for help. I laughed so much that my stomach started to hurt.
"Alright, you win." I waved my imaginary white flag. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to change clothes now."
I shook my head at her, and smiled. I went upstairs to grab some new clothes to wear before making my way to the bathroom, where I began to dry myself off with a towel. Flashes of memories from earlier invaded my head, and I couldn't help but let it consume my heart in more ways than one.
The door swung open. I watched as Lizzie closed the door behind her, and locked it.
"What are you—"
Lizzie interrupted me with a heated, lustful kiss as I was pushed against the sink. Her hand cupped my breast, while the other held my head in place. I was so taken aback by her actions that I didn't have time to react myself, my body completely submitting to her.
"Wait, we shouldn't be..." I moaned in between breaths, her mouth now wandering all over my neck, her tongue graciously touching my skin. "Maya could, uh..."
Lizzie ignored everything I said, and continued to dominate my body in more ways than one. She took my shirt off without taking her determined gaze at me, and I could've sworn, I was ready to get on my knees for her. I don't know where her dominance came from, but I'm here for every second of it.
She didn't hesitate to explore my chest with her lips and tongue as they worked together, already driving me to my climax. And when her mouth covered my nipple, I lost it. I had to cover my mouth because I almost moaned loud enough to where our neighbors could hear it.
When her hands began to play the hem of my pants, slowly taking it off of me, I felt shivers all over my body. Almost completely bare below the waist, Lizzie connected our lips in a heated kiss as she bit my bottom lip with pressure, making me moan in between breaths. A knock on the door made me jump, prying us away from each other.
"Mom, are you in there?" Maya asked. "I have to pee. Open up." She continuously knocked on the door, eager to get inside.
Lizzie covered my mouth, "Uh, yes little one. Why don't you go to the downstairs bathroom instead? I'm gonna be in here for a minute."
"Okay."
As soon as we heard her footsteps start to recede, I was finally able to release the breath I was holding. I moved away from the sink, and reached for the door so I could leave.
"Who said I was done with you?" Lizzie said sternly, tilting her head at me.
I leaned against the door, incapable of moving any of my limbs, "I, uh..."
Lizzie's thumb pulled my bottom lip as she stared at me with so much dominance in those emerald eyes of hers. I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling intimidated as fuck.
"I'm not letting you leave this room until I make you come." She kissed, and bit my bottom lip seductively. "Understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, I do."
"Good." Lizzie smirked, "Now, be a good girl and be quiet."
Lizzie lowered herself between my legs, slowly pulling my pants down. She tossed it somewhere, not caring where it landed. Her lips began to wander all over my exposed legs, her teeth grazing ever so slightly. She looked up at me, a slight smirk written on her face. And that's when I knew, I'm in for a thrilling ride.
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To not be suspicious, Lizzie left the bathroom first. I waited five minutes until I went back downstairs, where I joined them in the living room, watching movies. We made eye contact, the memories in the bathroom not too long ago flashed before my eyes, making me feel submissively shy. I cleared my throat, and took a seat on the couch.
"Where'd you go?" Maya asked.
"Yeah, where did you go, Y/N?" Lizzie teased. "You were gone for so long. Did something happen? You look flushed."
I cleared my throat, sweat now invading my body, "I was outside making a call about... work."
"Oh, okay!"
"How was the call?" Lizzie pushed further. "Was it good? I bet it was."
I shook my head at her teasing ways, suppressing my laughter. Two can play at this game. "Mind-blowing." We looked into each other's eyes, determined to outdo one another.
"Are we still talking about the phone call?" Maya butted in, her attention bouncing off between the screen and us.
"Yeah, Y/N. Are we?"
"Yes, we are." I answered. "Which brings me to my next point. Unfortunately, I have to leave in a little bit to go meet with a couple of my friends so I could go buy a suit for the party tomorrow."
"Also, Auntie MK and Ashley are coming over in a little bit as well to bring a couple of dresses for me to try." Lizzie added.
"Oh, so you're going to the party together? That's fun."
"It is." Lizzie spoke as she nodded. "Which also means that you'll be staying with them today and tomorrow. I hope that's okay with you."
"Of course it is!" Maya reassured us. "I want you two to spend as much time with each other as possible. And most importantly, have fun!"
"You are so understanding." I chimed in. "Just like your mom."
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I ran a little late because of LA's traffic, and since the location that Athena gave me is literally in the middle of the city, it took longer than usual until I found decept parking. I ran inside the building, hoping that they haven't left already because I'm almost an hour late.
"Ugh, it's about time you get here!" Athena greeted me while she's admiring herself in front of a full body mirror. "But, anyway, what do you think of this dress? This is the third one that I've tried."
"I think she should get that one." Veronica said. "It's the best one she tried, and it goes well with her skin tone. And the exposure on the side, I vote for this one."
"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Ronnie on this one." I added. "There's no other choice, but that one."
"Yeah, I think so too." Athena spun herself around, admiring the dress. "Okay, I'll take this one." She told the woman helping us, disappearing with her toward the fitting room.
"Miles is still trying on his suit, but I need your opinion." Ronnie pulled me aside. "What do you think of my dress? Do you think he'll like it?"
I cocked my eyebrow, "Wait, since when did you—"
"Sssh, don't be so loud." Ronnie panicked, making me laugh. "I just want to make sure that I look good. Do I? I'm not sure if I'm pretty enough for this dress."
"I'm gonna stop you right there." I disagreed. "Don't even start with the 'I don't think I'm pretty enough' bs. You're absolutely beautiful inside and out and Miles will love the way you look in that dress."
(A/N: What Ronnie looks like)
"Aww, thank you." She teared up a little. "And yes, I do agree with you on the dress. I love it. It's purple, my favorite color, and it's not too flashy. It's my style."
"See, exactly!"
"Thank you for the input. For a second I thought—"
"How do you guys think I look?" Miles interrupted as he made his way in front of us.
"Wow, okay, James Bond." I said, clapping my hands. "I like it. You should get that one."
"Thank you." Miles chuckled. "Ronnie?"
"You look... good." Ronnie could barely look him in the eye. "It's totally your style. You look like the nerdy version of James Bond."
(A/N: What Miles looks like)
I find it cute that they're both nervous toward each other. It shows that the feelings are reciprocated. I've always known that Miles had feelings for Ronnie, but it never occured to me until now that she's also beginning to show signs that she feels the same way. I'm glad that his feelings never changed for her even after being friendzoned twice.
"Okay, now that I've helped both of you guys find what to wear tomorrow, you have to help me now." I said, scanning through the many suits scattered around the area.
"We got you." Miles nodded. "Now, go pick a suit and we'll tell you what we think."
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It took almost two hours until we found something for me. When Lizzie texted me of the color of her dress without showing me a picture, my choices drastically changed. It also has to match our mask, which narrowed my choices. But, luckily, we were able to find one that catered to what I needed.
"I can't believe you tried every suit only to end up with the first you tried since we started." Athena rolled her eyes as she laughed. "Why are you so indecisive?"
"You kept nagging at me for not being able to make a choice, and yet here you are." Miles added.
"Yeah, I agree with them, Y/N." Ronnie shook her head. "You suck at making good choices sometimes."
I scoffed, "Wow, I can't believe my own team is making fun of me."
"We can't keep coddling you up anymore, man." Miles stated. "We have to call you out on your poor decision making and indecisiveness."
I shook my head at them with a smile on my face as they kept attacking me in all different directions. I normally would feel some type of way because I'm indescribably sensitive at times, but I found it funny because it was unexpected. So, I laughed along with them, but still pretended like it hurt even though it didn't.
Pain. One after the other. Suddenly, an indescribable throbbing pain in my head came out of nowhere. I tried everything in me to mask what I was feeling, but it was no use. It's affecting me in ways I can't even fathom. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. It hurts. Everything does.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Athena asked worriedly. "You don't look too good."
I fluttered my eyes, hoping the pain would somehow subside, "Uh, yeah. I think I'm just a little dehydrated."
"Shit, dude, let me get you some water." Miles disappeared elsewhere.
"Why don't you take a seat? It might make you feel better." Ronnie suggested. "This is unlike you, Y/N. You're usually the one making sure we're eating and drinking water. Is everything okay?"
Miles came back with the water, quickly giving it to me, "Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all."
"Well, make sure you take care of yourself." Athena caressed my back comfortingly.
"Yeah, and go to the hospital and make sure nothing serious is going on." Miles chimed in.
I nodded, agreeing with them. For a while, my headache stopped. I haven't had an episode like this for weeks. I didn't think much of them anyway because they are simply just bad headaches that I'll get over one way or another. But, something about today tells me otherwise.
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I didn't get home until six at night. We ended up going to the nearby coffee shop after buying our clothes, and our conversation dragged longer than I anticipated. Of course, I told Lizzie about it so she wouldn't worry like last time. It made me feel like absolute shit when I saw how worried she was for my well being. I promised myself I wouldn't make her that way anymore.
"I'm home!" I made myself known as soon as I entered her house. When I received no response, I was confused. "Hello?"
I placed my suit on the couch before making my way to the kitchen counter, where I found a note written by Lizzie saying that she went to her parents' house for the dress fit and she won't be home until seven. With nothing else to do, I decided to work on my construction management class, and worked on some more blueprints for the house I aspire to build for us one day.
I consistently worked for thirty minutes until my body began to feel tired from slouching so much. I stretched my stiff muscles, and began doing pull ups by the little perch near the sliding glass door. I didn't feel tired until I hit thirty, but I still kept going. The highest I've ever done was sixty-eight. I'm hoping to reach it, if not, pass it. By the end of it, I was able to pass it, seventy-three being the new highest.
"Wow, that was hot." Lizzie said, making me jump. "What else can you do?"
I chuckled, "How long have you been standing there gawking at me?"
Lizzie wrapped her arms around my neck, "Not long, but I don't mind coming home to that every single day."
"Oh yeah?"
She nodded, "Yes. I love watching you work out. You're so fit."
"Thank you." I blushed a little. "I assume that it's just the two of us here because I don't see Maya anywhere."
"That's right." Lizzie smirked. "Do you know what this means?"
"What?"
Lizzie leaned over, and whispered, "We should do something fun. Preferably me on top of you."
I bit my lip, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Very much." Her hands now swarming my back seductively. "So, what do you say?"
"What has gotten into you lately?" I chuckled. "You're always so horny, Miss Sex Addict."
Lizzie rolled her eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about. And I'm not always horny."
"Sure. Whatever floats your boat." I teased.
"I hate you." Lizzie huffed. "But, anyway, there is another thing I want to do. Something spontaneous."
"What is it?"
"Let's get a tattoo." She suggested, catching me off guard. "It could be fun."
"That's so out of the blue, but I'm in." I pulled her hand, grabbing my motorcycle keys. "I know just the place."
"Great, I'm excited!"
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Seated right next to her, I watched as Lizzie waited for her tattoo artist to finish with his stencil so he could get started. I expected to see her nervous, but she's more excited and eager.
"What made you want to get a tattoo all of the sudden?"
"I've always wanted one." She said, "It's long overdue."
"Getting it on your chest is a brave choice." I pointed out. "It might hurt a little."
"It can't be worse than getting hit by a car." Lizzie cracked a joke.
"Point taken."
"Are you getting a tattoo as well?"
I hummed, "I might, yeah. Probably just add a couple of things to finish my hand tattoo."
"You totally should."
"Yeah, I will."
Lizzie took it like a champ. I could barely see her from where I was while my own tattoo artist was working on my arm/hand tattoo, but by the looks of it, she seemed to be holding her ground. Not once I've heard her wince in pain or anything that could tell me that she's hurting. There wasn't much that needed to be done to my arm, so I was finished before her. But, sooner rather than later, she was done as well.
"What do you think?" Lizzie asked, pointing at her chest. "Does it fit me?"
"It does." I said. "It looks really good on you."
"Thank you." She smiled. "Can I see yours?"
Lizzie grabbed my hand, "This hand would look good on my neck." She whispered, smirking at me.
My eyes widened, "Who are you?" I chuckled.
"Let's go home, and you'll find out." She winked, walking ahead of me.
I swear, this woman will be the death of me.
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When we got home, we decided to cook steak for dinner since we're both starving. Of course, being the way that she is, Lizzie made sure to joke and flirt with me while we cooked. It was surprising to say the least hearing her talk and act this way, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless.
"That looks good." Lizzie peeked over the pan, slapping my ass as she passed by. "Keep it up, darling."
Lizzie didn't stop there. Every chance she got, she would tease me in any way that she could. Her hands would 'accidentally' swarm my body, the constant quick but seductive, lustful kisses she would leave on my neck sent shivers everywhere in my body.
"So, there's something I want to talk to you about." Lizzie said, slicing her steak in bite size pieces, popping it into her mouth.
"What is it?"
"There's a video I watched. Of us." She spoke, her eyes teasing me. "It was, uh... it's something."
"Oh?" I smirked, clearly intrigued. "Tell me more."
"You knew exactly what you were doing." Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Making me react the way that you did. It did something to me."
"And what exactly did it do to you?"
"It made me want you more than I already do."
"Oh?"
"Yes." Lizzie chuckled shyly. "But, I have another question for you."
"Go ahead."
"How many women have you slept with?"
Taken aback, I almost didn't know how to answer her question. I had to think about it because I wasn't planning on lying to her either.
"Uh, about eighteen." I answered truthfully. "Most of them happened when I was in college."
"Oh." Lizzie said, almost to whisper. "We should probably get ready for bed. It's getting kind of late."
I held her hand, preventing her from leaving, "Hey, are you jealous?"
"Me? Jealous? What? That's crazy."
Lizzie escaped my grip, and brought our plates to the kitchen. I followed behind her, "Hmmm... I don't know. Your tone says otherwise."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Before she could leave, I pulled her in against me, "You can deny it all you want, but I know you." I slid my hand beside her face. "But, you have nothing to worry about. I want you. And only you. No one else."
I connected our lips together for a passionate, longing kiss. But, it soon turned into a heated, lustful one as our tongues battled for control, neither one of us wanting to lose. I picked her up where she was standing, and situated her on top of the counter.
Lizzie took my shirt off as quickly as she possibly could, tossing them somewhere. I did the same for her, our lips not leaving each other as I unclasp her bra in one swift movement. I wasted no time and my lips wandered all over her exposed chest, planting sloppy, yet teasing kisses toward her breasts.
Lizzie gripped the back of my hair, satisfied with the sensation she's feeling all over her body. She threw her head back in satisfaction as my mouth covered her nipple, my tongue graciously slithering around it, hitting all the right spots.
"Oh fuck, don't stop." Lizzie said in between breathy moans. "That feels so good."
I start to unbutton her jeans, taking it off of her without hesitation. I grabbed her by the jaw, asking for mouth to open so I could put two of my fingers in them. Lizzie followed, her tongue now coating my fingers with her saliva. I continued to suck on her nipple while my hand slowly made its way in front of her center. I stopped all movements, and gave her a look.
"What do you want, Elizabeth?"
"You." She mumbled innocently. "I want to feel the way that I did in that video."
I flashed her a smirk-like smile before covering her nipple with my mouth once more, and teasing her all at once. My fingers entered her gape, and she huffed at the sudden contact. LizIe gripped on my hair as she threw her head back in pure satisfaction, my fingers going in and out of her just like the way she wants me to.
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The next day came. The first half of our day was pretty uneventful. We stayed in bed, cuddling, enjoying each other's company. We got up when we needed to eat, but other than that, we slept for the most part of our day. When it came to a point where we had to get ready for the party, we exasperatedly got out of bed completely, and got ready.
We wanted to see each other's attire for the night in surprise, so I got ready in the guest room, while she stayed in our room. It took me fifteen minutes until I felt satisfied with how I look. She wasn't done just yet, so I waited for her downstairs, feeling a bit nervous.
When I heard her footsteps coming from upstairs, I turned around, and my heart immediately stopped. I couldn't believe someone as ethereal as her would ever look my way. She's effortlessly beautiful, and I would never get tired of looking at her. She has all of me. No questions asked.
"You look absolutely stunning." I admired her from head to toe. "Completely breathtaking."
"I could say the same with you." Lizzie intertwined our hands together. "You look great. You always do."
I smiled, "And this is for you." I gave her her mask.
"I love these."
"I'm glad you love them." I opened the car door for her. "After you."
"Thank you darling."
It didn't take us long to get to the venue. When we arrived, we were immediately met by one of the valet workers. I acknowledged and thanked them before heading inside the building full of people. Everyone was wearing their masks in different variations.
Lizzie held on to me tightly as she felt a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding us. From afar, I saw my team at our designated table, and I couldn't be happier. Maybe, she'll feel better once she sees someone she knows other than me.
"The two most attractive people of the party have finally arrived." Miles cheered as we took our seat. "You two look great by the way."
"Thank you." I said. "Do you want something to drink?"
"That would be nice, thank you." Lizzie nodded.
"Okay, I'll be right back." I smiled. "Alright, guys, keep her company. And Miles, please don't scare her off."
I made my way through the crowd of people, and toward the area where they have all the food and drinks located. I scanned through the many choices, contemplating on what to get for her to drink.
"Y/N." A familiar voice calls out to me. "I knew it was you. You look good."
"Thank you." I replied.
"I'm glad that you made it." She moved a bit closer to me, her hands invasively rubbing my chest. "I've been waiting for you."
I backed off, "I should probably get back to my tea—"
"Have this dance with me." Grace insisted. "Just one dance with me, and I'll let you go for the night."
A little hesitant, I looked behind her, and from afar, I saw Lizzie watching me intently. Before I could say anything, she pulled my hand toward the dance floor. "Just one dance, and that's it."
Bust Your Windows by Jazmine Sullivan began to play in the background. Grace held my left hand as she placed my right one beside her waist. We followed along to the tempo of the music, the control falling mostly on me as I twirled and spun her around when needed.
Grace never took her eyes off of me. Every chance she got, she would try to get close to me, our distance almost nonexistent. Her hands swarmed my body in more ways than one. I want nothing more than for the song to end. I swear, this is the longest four minutes of my life.
For what seemed like forever, the song finally ended. I backed away from Grace as quickly as I could, "I should get back with my team."
"Let me take you to them." Grace said, following me.
I clenched my jaw as we made our way back to the table. As soon as I saw Lizzie, her face immediately followed the person behind me. She tilted her head, a heavy glint in her eyes hard to go unnoticed.
"Hello everyone." Grace introduced herself. When her gaze met Lizzie's, the mood drastically changed. "You must be—"
She stood up, "Elizabeth. And you are?"
"Grace. Grace Westmore." She offered her hand, but Lizzie didn't take it. "It was great that you all made it to my party."
"You made it mandatory." Lizzie said rhetorically. "Of course they'd be here."
I chuckled nervously, "Maybe, we should—"
Grace completely undermined what she said, and diverted her attention to me, "You look good with your mask, Y/N. But, a face like yours shouldn't be hidden." Her index finger caressed my face, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Westmore, your party's great." Athena interjected. "You have a lot of important people around. Some of them might be looking for you."
"Yes, you're right." Grace stated, not taking her eyes off of me. "But, only one I care about."
"Are you always this close to your clients?" Lizzie interjected. "I think I get it now." She glared at the woman invading my privacy. "A woman like you, likes all the attention she gets. Even from someone that couldn't care less about you."
The tension that could easily be cut with a knife invaded our space. They glared at each other as if their life depended on it.
"On second thought, there are a few people I need to go see." Grace stood up from her seat. "It was nice to see you all. You too, Elizabeth."
Lizzie didn't say anything, and looked elsewhere. When Grace was finally out of our sight, I held Lizzie's hand for comfort, and that's when she finally looked my way.
"I'm sorry about all of it." I said apologetically. "I didn't mean for it to—"
"No, it's fine."
"No, it's not." I insisted. "And I know that it made you feel uncomfortable. I get it."
"I don't like her." Lizzie said sternly. "She wants what's min—" She shook her head. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter."
Lizzie took a chug of her champagne bottle, finishing it within a matter of seconds. And that's how the rest of the party consisted of. She was cold to me, and every time I would try to get through her, she had a wall up. By the end of it, she finished an entire champagne bottle by herself.
The drive on the way to her house is nothing but pure silence. I stole a glance at her, but her gaze was occupied with every building that we passed by. She didn't say a word to me the entire ride.
I looked at myself in front of the mirror inside of her room, "I'm sorry about—"
"I don't like seeing you with her." Lizzie spoke, almost to whisper as she took my suit jacket off of me. "She wants something she can't have."
"I don't want he—"
Lizzie placed her index finger against my mouth, preventing me from talking, "Don't speak." Her hands are now unbuttoning my pants. "Do you have any idea what I want to do with you right now?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, "N—"
"I said don't talk." Lizzie grabbed me by the throat, adding a slight pressure on them. "You know I respect you right?" I nodded. "Because I'm about to fuck you with nothing but disrespect."
Lizzie pulled me in, and kissed me hungrily. She gripped on my hair tightly as she bit my bottom lip, asserting dominance. She pushed me on the bed, and I watched as she took her dress off, leaving her body almost bare. She didn't waste any more time until she began to take my clothes off one by one, her gaze not leaving mine. Seconds later, I'm completely bare.
"If you make a noise, I stop and we start over." She warns me. "Understand?"
I didn't say a word and nodded an answer. Lizzie straddled my hips, towering me over. She planted a few lustful kisses all over my neck as she sucked on my delicate skin, making her mark.
"Open your mouth." Lizzie instructed with some guidance in her voice. I obeyed immediately as she put two fingers inside. "Good girl."
Lizzie lowered herself a little bit, her mouth now covering my sensitive nipple. Her tongue swirled her tongue clockwise at a teasing pace, making me squirm. Without a warning, her fingers entered inside of me, and I almost lost it. I wanted to moan, and let her know how good everything feels, but I couldn't, and it's frustrating, which makes this ten times more intense.
Her pace was inconsistently erratic. She's doing this on purpose. Punishing me as she told me plenty of times. Lizzie lowered herself further, her lips wandering all over my legs, and everywhere but where I wanted it to be. Fuck, there's nothing I could do. I can't say anything. All I could do was squirm, and suppress my moans.
Out of nowhere, her tongue brushed against my sensitive clit, making me buckle my hips as I arched my back. I almost made a noise, but luckily, I caught myself before I could make the mistake. Lizzie added another finger, her pace, faster than before as she multitasked by flicking her tongue at the same pace.
Lizzie stopped all movements, "Get on all fours."
I did as I was told, and waited for her next move. Lizzie went under me, and continued to slither her tongue against my clit graciously, her fingers going in and out of me faster than before, making me weak on my knees.
I grabbed the nearby pillow and covered my entire face as she hit a spot I couldn't quite control myself from not moaning. She took advantage of knowing where my weak spot is, driving me to my climax.
I could feel it. I could feel myself at my peak, and I want nothing more than to let it all go. Lizzie swirled her tongue like never before, her fingers pounding me disrespectfully.
My breathing became erratic. I couldn't control it anymore. I could feel my walls start to close in. I'm about to let it all go. As if what she was doing wasn't already enough to drive me to my absolute limit, Lizzie proved me wrong. Her pace was like never before, making me come multiple times, and they all dragged. My legs trembled uncontrollably as I came undone.
"I've missed the way you taste." Lizzie smirked as she kissed my lips.
She will be the death of me.
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A/N: It's a great weather we're having, am I right? 👀 there y'all go! #DOMLIZZIE 🥵 Next chapter might make or break your heart... 😈
See y'all in the next chapter bottoms 🤪✌️! Jk lol