What a rich neighbourhood, I thought while sitting on a random park bench. I tried to get as far away from the mansion as I could —sadly only about 20 ft— but I got tired. I remember when I just started college I used to get up early and jog every day but now...

"You look like crap" A voice said behind me.

I jumped, turning around.

" Andrew?" I gasped.

" Hey baby, long time no see" He smirked.

" The last time I saw you, you were forcing yourself on—"

" I just kissed you, that's all," He waved his hand dismissively. " Don't act like you didn't want me too"

" Why are you here?" I snapped, cutting to the chase.

He sat next to me on the bench and gently touched my face. " Did he make you cry?"

Andrew has always been very gentle with me for as long as I can remember —maybe too gentle even. Back in highschool he barely wanted to touch me —which I now know is because he was being watched by my dad or something like that. All the good memories that I had with him seem so far and distant now because I know he was just pretending, I know it was all fake. I wonder if Jackson really likes me or if that's fake too?

" Everyone makes me cry these days" I sighed. The october wind was picking up and I could tell in a few weeks it might actually start snowing.

" I'm sorry" He rubbed my shoulder and I pushed him away feeling like I was cheating on Jackson.

" Why are you here?" I asked again, starting to feel uncomfortable. He was still handsome but I now know so much about him that—

" I came to give you this" He handed me a folded piece of paper. In neat cursive writing it said,

che i giochi abbiano inizio

"Andrew what..." I started to say but he was already gone, leaving me shaking in the wind.

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When I walked inside the mansion a group of men dressed in all black attire turned and stared at me in shock. Amongst them was my dad. He looked relieved when he saw me.

"Oh mio dio! Where have you been? I sent my men to look for you but—"

" How come you never taught me italian?" I blurted.

He looked at me with sad eyes. " I never had the time to be a real dad tesoro, i'm sorry"

" Right" I made my way towards the stairs.

" Or last name isn't italian because your great-great-great-grandfather was British his wife moved to italy to write a book about their lifestyle and they had my grandfather" He said in a somber tone. " I would show you pictures but they all caught on fire when my parents house burned down"

" I always wondered how they died" I said pausing on the steps.

His lips formed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. " I'm afraid that's a tale too sad for me to tell," When he saw the expression on my face he quickly added. " They would've loved you, me not so much, paps was always hard on me and...I wasn't there when he needed me the most"

Tears welled up in my eyes again.

Great.

"Is Miller British also?" I asked. The men that were standing around aimlessly slowly dispatched, I don't blame them either —who would be comfortable seeing their boss get emotional like that?

" Boyfriend's staying closed off I see," He chuckled. " No Miller is German, although i'm sure Jackson knows more about his family than I do, in fact he's in the gym right now why don't you go ask him yourself?

"Where's—?"

" Second floor, straight down, you can't miss it" With that he left.

As soon as I got to the gym I realized why my dad said I couldn't miss it, There was some hardcore rock music blasting from the six massive speakers in there —I'm not sure how I didn't hear it before. There wasn't any doors to knock on —not that he would hear anyways— so I just leaned on the doorframe and watched him. Jackson Miller, why is it that my heart skips a beat everytime I see him?

It wasn't summer anymore but he still looked very tan —maybe because he's almost always outside. His back was facing me and he had a dumbbell in each hand, taking turns to lift in each hand —I'm happy to say I got a view of his strong biceps each time. I watched as his back muscles contract — the loud music wasn't even getting to me anymore.

Who needs Netflix when you have a Jackson Miller?

" Enjoying the show?" He called out, looking over his shoulder.

I waited for him to pause the music before I answered.

" Yes, actually I could watch you all day"

He grinned walking up to me. " Oh yeah?"

He placed his arms on my hips and lifted me up so I was now looking down at his smiling face while clutching his shoulders tightly. I giggled.

Freaking giggled can you believe that? suddenly i'm in highschool again.

Pinning me down against the doorway, he pressed his lips against mine and grabbed my legs so they were wrapped around his waist.

" You're...filthy" I said in between kisses and a low sound erupted from the back of his throath.

He pulled away abruptly. "I'm sorry"

" What? it's fine you're not even that sweaty" I tried to pull his head back to me, not wanting our moment to end.

He leaned his forehead on mine and for a minute there was no sound but our heavy breathing to fill up the empty room. " No I mean when you ran out of The Girls Room crying I should've chased after you but the guy wearing the purple suit is...currently doing business with us and we couldn't make it seem like we care too much"

I nodded. It's good to know why they were both being complete assholes but it doesn't make it better, those poor girls need to be freed.

" Ashley—"

"Shh," I placed my finger over his lips. " I don't wanna talk about it just..."

And we were kissing again, pressed together so close that if you weren't looking correctly it would seem like we were on person. His body radiated heat and goosebumps rose wherever his hands touched my skin. I ran my hand through his hair and he made a moan so soft and gentle that if you weren't as close to him as I was —which was very close— you wouldn't hear it.

" Ashley...if we don't...stop...now...i'm going to...fuck you right...against this...wall" He started trailing kisses down my neck.

" Don't make promises you can't keep Miller" I whispered.

He stopped and stared at me, his hazel eyes getting dark. I took the moment to catch my breath.

He held his hand out to me and started walking before I could take it. " Come on"

" Where are we going?" I asked curiously after I took his hand.

He jerked his hand, pulling me around in front of him and grabbing my back before I could fall on the ground, I was looking up at his intense gaze now.

" To the bedroom," He said, sounding almost as breathless as me. " I'm going to make love to you now Ashley...I hope you're ready for it"

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