Benjamin's POV

"Get the fuck out Benj."

Her words bounced off the walls and echoed in my eardrums, as I feel her petite hands land roughly, just above my torso.

A part of me wanted to laugh and scoop her up in a tight embrace. But the other part of me was somewhat irritated and impatient with this woman.

I admit, it was purely a selfish reason for me to even be here tonight. After seeing Audrina earlier, I was worried I would either relapse or do something stupid and I was also in desperate need of a release. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to feel.

Now, as I quietly make my way out of her room, without so much as a glance back, I take away the taste of her arousal on my lips and this unwanted feeling, clawing in the pit of my stomach. At first I assumed it was my body telling me I'm about to have a serious case of blue balls. Then I come to my second conclusion. Guilt... But no. Not that either.

What the fuck is it?

Then it dawned on me. Something that Lexi had said to me tonight, immediately put me on edge. I repeat the words in my head as I try and link the meaning and emotions together.

Do you even like me Benj?

Why did she ask me this? What does that even really mean? Why does this now feel even more complicated?

So many different questions were now circling around in my head, making it harder to keep my emotions in check, as her words carve it's way into my brain, making me feel things I really really shouldn't be feeling.

Goddamit Lexi. What are you doing to me?

I make my way quickly back to the Penthouse as my balls start to cause me some pain. This was one wank session, I definitely wasn't going to enjoy.

Bradley's POV

I had woken up early this morning from a banging headache, after a very long sleepless night.

Leaving Lexi alone last night was extremely difficult to do, but what was even harder was to refrain from messaging her as soon as I got back to the hotel, especially while having to listen to the circus of sex that was going on in the bedroom beside mine.

Jesus Christ. Who knew someone as tiny as Jules could be so damn loud. I'd be surprised if she didn't have a concussion this morning from all the blows to the head from the headboard.

Eventually I had drifted off to sleep after a quick wank, but to say it was satisfying would be an understatement. It could probably be my most undesired, unappreciated wank ever.

I reach over and grab my phone from the night stand. 7:38am. Probably too early to assume Lexi would be here already, but there was no way I was going to be able to get back to sleep.

I drag my ass out of bed, with my morning wood greeting me through my boxers. I quickly jump in the shower, intending on a quick release just to loosen the knots in my back muscles, before heading out to the shops.

After rinsing off, I quickly throw on a pair of black chinos, a plain white tee shirt, my faded denim jacket and my high tops, before creeping out of my bedroom, praying to god I don't bump into Benj.

The apartment was quiet, with no scent of fresh coffee wafting up from the kitchen below. Good. Everyone was still sleeping. I silently descend down the stairs and head out the main door, into the foyer towards the private lift.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning and the fresh air filled my lungs completely, as I step through the doors of the hotel.

You wouldn't have guessed it rained last night as everything was already dry this morning. Completely different to the UK. It made me wonder, why the hell I was still living over there.

I head towards the local shopping complex to try and pass the time before I allow myself to message Lexi. I pass by a cafe with a group of women sitting down and enjoying their morning coffee, when I hear them whistle and giggle, trying to get my attention.

Normally I would let my cocky side come out and play, soak up the flattery and see which one of these birds are up for some fun. But that side of me had been laying dormant all week, so instead of doing what came natural to me, I smiled and waved but carried on my way, choosing not to turn around again even when one of them called out to me.

"You're a fucking daddy Bradley! Have my god damn babies please."

I just shake my head and chuckle, leaving the clatter of glassware and screaming females behind me. A few more people shyly come upto me, asking if they could get a quick snap with me, which I politely accept but didn't necessarily want. I wasn't in the mood for any doting females today.

I stop and grab a take away coffee from one of the quieter cafes. There was a small boutique jewellery store across from the cafe, preparing to open their doors to the public. I collect my coffee from the counter once it's ready, noticing a phone number had been scribbled onto the side of my coffee cup and head towards the jewellery store, sporting a smile on my face. I scan the items in the window display which were packed with a variety of diamond rings and earrings. I was just about to head further down to the other stores when something on the top shelf caught my eye.

Displayed beautifully on its own, was a white gold necklace with a beautiful crescent moon pendant, which illuminated brightly in the display cabinet, and all I could think about was Lexi. This would be perfect for her.

Alexis POV

"So then what happened?" Shannen asks me as we continue to line up for our morning coffee.

"What do you mean, what happened?" I reply with a slight irritation in my voice. "He left the fucking room Shan. Nothing happened after that and then I stayed up all night because I couldn't sleep, all because of that selfish prick."

Her back was towards me as she places her order with the cafe staff. Once she's done, she turns slowly around to face me with an inquisitive look on her face, but continues to remain silent.

"What? What is it?"

"You call him selfish, yet you were the one that was dry humping his brother only a few minutes prior." Shan finally replies.

"Ok, who's side are you on?" I reply, crossing my arms over my chest in defence.

"Lexi, you're my bestfriend and I love you, but it doesn't mean I have to agree with every decision you make." She states. "Just because these men apparently have a bad rep when it comes to women, though that hasn't been proven. We all know women talk shit but anyway, it doesn't mean you can just string them both along. At the end of the day, we are all human. We all feel and we all hurt."

She continues to stare at me long after her last words. I couldn't reply. I was absolutely livid. But I knew deep down she was right and that was what seemed to bother me even more. It was the fact that I was enjoying being with them both a little too much and the whole time, I knew what I was doing was wrong.

When did I become this person? When did I become... my sister? Was it from watching her all those years, toy with the hearts of many men? Watching the way she would wrap them around her finger and get away with everything and anything? Watching the way she turned off all emotion, never letting herself feel, while in turn making them fall inlove with her? Is that really what I wanted? What kind of life is that?

When you witness it as someone in the background, without investing any emotions, you tend to feel a little envious of that persons life, of that persons confidence, not really knowing everything that comes with it. But now, after a week in Ava's shoes. I was absolutely fucking exhausted. I didn't want this.

But how do I stop?

"Are you ready to order Miss?"

My thoughts were interrupted as an attractive 6 foot tall male with chocolate brown skin and charcoal toned hair, signals for me to place my order.

(Caleb - Played by Charles Michael Davis)

"Sorry." I reply sheepishly.

"Don't mind her. She was just picturing you naked." Shannen pipes up. I look up at him wide eyed as my whole body goes rigid with embarrassment.

This. Fucking. Bitch.

"Pardon me?" He says awkwardly.

"She's ready to order but she doesn't have a clue what she wants. She's very indecisive at the moment." Shannen continues as I desperately try to find my voice. "What would you recommend for someone who is thirsty as fuck?"

Yep. I'm going to murder this girl.

"Shannen what the fuck?" I say, desperate to yell at her, but force myself to keep it to a whisper.

"Is there something on the menu, you'd like to try?" He asks nervously.

"I'll just have the-"

"Are on the menu?" Shannen interjects. "How about a tall glass of whatever have to offer."

Oh my god. I want to die.

"Please don't answer that. I'll just take a tall double shot hazelnut latte to go please." I reply as I attempt to kick Shan in the shin, but fail.

"Boring!" Shannen mumbles as she walks over to the window nearby to wait for our drinks.

"Coming right up Miss." He replies nonchalantly. I place the change on the counter, sneaking a peek at his name tag. Caleb... before quickly joining Shan by the window.

"That was seriously fucked up. What is wrong with you? Now this guy probably thinks I'm on heat."

"Oh relax. I'm only playing." She says, while rolling her eyes. "You were taking too long to order and you're clearly hung up on these twins, so I thought I'd relieve the pressure and bring in someone fresh."

"Oh yea, like that's really a great idea. I'm clearly struggling with these two men, why not add another. That definitely should make things easier." I reply, my words dripping with exaggerated sarcasm.

"Well from what I can see. You are experiencing a lot of sexual frustration and confusion and since you don't want to deal with emotions and feelings and whatever else you're adamant on being closed off to. Why not just get laid by someone who doesn't share the Vaughn name? Simple!"

"You're an idiot." I reply. "I'm not talking about this anymore."

"Whatever you say babe." She replies.

"Ladies, your drinks are ready." Caleb says, catching our attention.

"Thanks love." Shan says as she grabs her Vanilla chai latte off the counter.

"Here's your mocha, Miss." He says handing the cup over to me.

Eh? Mocha? "Oh, that's not what I ordered though."

"Is it not?" He replies awkwardly. "My apologies Miss. I must've misheard you. I guess I was a little too distracted with your beautiful eyes."

Wait. What?

He's... hitting on.. me??

"Oh!" I replied, completely gobsmacked.

"I apologise if I come across as bold but just going off the previous vibes I was getting earlier... Would it be ok to ask you out?" He replies with a smile.

Oh god. This is awkward.

I fidget slightly under his gaze, as he towers over me, flashing his beautiful pearly whites.

My god what a smile.

"I'm flattered, really. But I'm so sorry I'm going to have to decline as I'm already currently dealing with a difficult situation." I reply. "Thank you for the offer though."

Thank you? Did I really say thank you? Ugh! Who says thank you for being hit on?

"No problem. No harm done." He replies again with a smile. He scribbles something quickly down on a spare piece of paper and places it in my hand along with my mocha, which I didn't order. "I won't ask for your number but I would still like to give you mine, if that's ok."

Shannen bursts into a fit of laughter behind me, practically spitting her drink all over the floor. "Yessss! Get it girl."

"Looks like your friend over there ships this." He chuckles. "But no pressure."

"Ok sure. Thanks." I quickly reply as I turn away from him, gripping the drink tighter in my hand, accidentally causing it to spill boiling hot liquid all over my hand, while shoving the small piece of paper in my back pocket.

I walk through the cafe, towards the exit as quickly as possible. "She'll call you." Shannen yells from behind me.

Fucking bitch.

"Ah no I won't." I yell back, losing my patience with her as I push through the door, absolutely mortified and furious.

She's fucking dead.

Benjamin's POV

The sound of the private lift chimed softly through the suite early this morning.

Brad was already locked away in his room by the time I had made my way back to the hotel last night, with the unmistakable smell of weed filling the hallway, as it seeped out of JDs room, where he was well and truly occupied, along with the song Blue Monday by New Order, playing on repeat.

A few minutes after hearing the elevator vibrations dissipate, I crept out of my room and walked down the corridor towards Brad and JDs room, placing an ear on each door, waiting to hear sounds of any movement. Both rooms were silent. I tried the door handle on JDs and it was still locked. I quietly pressed down on Brads handle and his door clicked open. His room was still cloaked in darkness as the curtains remained closed, but the bed was empty.

Guess it must've been him that left this morning.

I then spent most of the morning going through my emails and focusing on anything and everything but Lexi. Only an hour had passed when my brain signalled that it had, had enough of replying to useless emails. The sound of car horns from below, prompted me to stare out the panoramic windows at the world below me, when the front door slammed shut, with the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway, heading towards my room.