A/N: Hi, I apologize for being so annoying but like can you please vote because there's a lot of you reading and not voting. If you genuinely don't like the book then don't vote but if you're enjoying it at all, please do...

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It's Friday and I couldn't be more relieved that Sophia agreed to watch Hazelee for the night. As much as I love that girl with my entire heart, I need my own time too. After dropping her off I had a few deliveries I needed to quickly tend to. Making my way to the local park near a high school, where I do most of my deliveries. As I said, I deal to high schoolers, which is maybe worse than dealing to of-age murderers, who knows?

I sat in my car, waiting for the usual buyers to walk over. "Hailey," I smiled, unlocking my doors and letting her into the passenger seat.

"Hey," she smiled, "can I have the usual?"

"Yeah for sure. Just so you know I also have cocaine so if you wanna spread that around, feel free to, but remember our deal, yeah?"

"Never tell anyone where I get my shit from," she nodded her head, grabbing a few bills out of her wallet and passing them to me. I nodded back, handing her a bag of weed and molly. Just then I noticed that her phone case was of Billie.

"You like Billie?" I questioned.

"Like, Eilish?" She furrowed her brows.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "Your phone case."

"Oh, yeah. I'm like a little obsessed," she laughed, her cheeks tinting red.

"Interesting," I cocked a brow.

"Why?"

"Nothing kiddo, have fun and be safe," I waved her off and after a few more regulars showed up I decided to call it a night and head to Dion's house, hoping to drink a few tonight.

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"Shots?" Rory asked.

"Yes, please," I dragged out the 'please,' receiving a laugh from Dion and Rory both. As I waited for a shot to be poured, I received a snap from Billie and much too eagerly opened it up.

Yes ma'am

*address*

I chuckle at her urgency and assertiveness, closing my phone and hopping off the couch, "Sorry guys, I'm dipping," I announce.

"You just got here," Dion frowns.

"I'm real sorry but I got a hot girl waiting for me," I smirk, giving them both hugs before leaving.

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Upon pulling up to a gate with a booth, my nerves begin to rise. She lives in a fucking gated community? What was I expecting, of course she does. I pull up to the booth seeing a guy wearing a 'security' jacket and roll down my window.

"Who are you here to see?" He asks seriously.

"Um, Billie..."

"Name?"

"Carter Lee."

"Do you have your ID with you, Carter?"

"Uh, yup," I nod, reaching for my wallet and handing the guy my ID.

"Perfect, Billie is expecting you. Next time I won't interrogate you," he chuckles handing me my ID back after typing a few things into a computer.

"Thank you," I smile before he hits a button making the gate rise for me to drive through.

Once I pull up to the address my eyes grow wide, her house is beautiful but at the same time not over the top like some of the other ones around here. It's a unique new craftsman house and seems homey rather than boxy and extremely modern.

I realize my hands have been shaking once I let go of my steering wheel. This whole time I sorta forgot who Billie is and how much money she really has. With shaky hands, I ring the doorbell next to the large wooden door and within a few seconds, the blonde hair blue-eyed beauty is standing in front of me.

"Security is a nice touch," I chuckle pointing a thumb behind me as to signal where security is.

"Sorry, I know it's weird. It's weird for me too," she makes a discussed face.

"Why?" I question, looking around the room as she closes the door behind me.

"I always forget that I'm... I am who I am," she falters over her choice of words.

"You mean famous," I correct her, following her to the couch that is across from a large tv and fake fireplace.

"Yeah, that," she sighs, "I couldn't be at my parent's house anymore because our address got leaked and it wasn't safe. I often spend nights there though, I love it there. It feels like home there but I had a bunch of stalkers and it started to feel more scary than safe."

"I'm sorry. I definitely don't know what that's like but I can imagine it's hard," I frown. I can't even begin to fathom how it must feel to have thousands of people watching your every move.

"It's difficult but I love what I do and I wouldn't change it," she smiles, the conversation becoming more positive and less sappy.

"Well, this is a beautiful house!"

"Shall I give you a tour?" She cheeses, obviously proud of the place.

"I'd love that!"

Billie stands up and reaches out a hand which I happily take and she lifts me off the couch effortlessly making me let out an annoyingly happy giggle.

"Was that a giggle?" She teases.

"Oh hush," I playfully push her and follow her to wherever she's taking me.

This woman is extremely grounded and down to earth even after years of being praised and tormented, uplifted and looked up to, pressured and judged but she's more genuine than most people I come across these days.

After she geeks out about the kitchen, living room, spare bedrooms and a bathroom we finally make it to the end of a hallway with double doors. "This is my room," she smirks, opening up the doors. Nothing in this home is over the top sparkly but it is obvious it's a newer home and it's absolutely stunning.

Her bedroom has a large king bed, the walls are completely covered in dried-out roses and different flowers she's taped up. Everything else about the room is so...normal? The furniture looks like it came from her childhood and it's adorable.

"I love it," I smile at her enthusiasm.

"I still have my red lights, I couldn't leave that behind," she admits, falling onto her bed as she stares at the ceiling.

"Red lights?" I question. The room is normally lit right now.

"Right...you don't know me," she chuckles, patting the mattress next to her.

I follow her lead and lay down next to her staring at the ceiling. "So, I've had these red LED lights in my childhood bedroom and I guess they sorta became 'iconic' as the fans would say. They honestly comfort me nowadays. They make me feel like I'm still home," she explains while grabbing a remote and turning the lighting red.

"This house doesn't feel like home?"

"Unfortunately not, but I'm hoping someday it will," she sighs, turning on her side to face me. "Anyways, want to watch something?" She asks, changing to the subject quickly.

"Sure," I smile, shuffling to lay my head on the pillows.

"So my favourite show in the entire world is 'The Office,' you ever seen it?" She opens up Netflix as she gets comfortable next to me.

"That's a rhetorical question, correct?"

"I was hoping so," she chuckled back.

Halfway through the episode, I noticed she was distracted on her phone so I decided it wouldn't be rude if I did the same thing. I remembered I had a few pictures of myself on the beach yesterday and wanted to post them on Instagram. I opened up the pictures and let out a groan when I realized there were a million of them that Rory had taken.

"What's got you all stressed?" Billie questions, her eyes not leaving her phone.

"I can't decide which picture to post."

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, let me help," she snatches the phone out of my hand and I notice her eyes widen slightly before she puts on a calm and collected face causing me to let out a laugh.

"Like what you see Eilish?" I tease with a chuckle.

"Yes, you should post this one," she says, staring at the photo.

"Alright, now can I have my phone back so I can post it?" I laugh at how long she's been looking. Her cheeks are now definitely rosy.

"Oh shit, sorry," she stammers out, tossing me my phone back.

As I am making the post I can feel her burning holes on the side of my face making my lips upturn into a smirk. "What should I caption it?"

"I kinda want you to rail me right now," she says in a daze.

I turn my head towards her with raised brows. "You want me to caption it 'I kinda want you to rail me right now?"

"No," she shakes her head, our eyes meeting in an intense staredown.

Within a few seconds, I toss my phone aside and practically hop on top of her smashing my lips against hers. The kiss starts off deep and desperate and only escalates from there, her lips becoming sloppy as her chest begins to heave. My lips ghost over her soft skin, scattering open-mouthed kisses on her neck. I reach just below her collar bone, hearing a breathy moan escape from between her slightly opened mouth.

Focusing on sucking just below her collar bone I inched my knee closer to her centre and I could feel her begin to squirm under me which made me smile against her neck. I pulled away sitting up properly to see the mark I made.

I inched myself lower, tugging on the bottom of her grey tank top, she willingly sat up just enough for me to pull it over her head and I could tell her boobs were big but wow I needed some holy water because I just wanted to motorboat them right this second.

"You're so hot," I mumbled before leaning down and reattaching my lips to hers. As my tongue explored her mouth she started thrusting her centre into my knee, attempting to get some satisfaction.

"Patience," I whispered against her lips which only made her let out a cute pout that almost sounded like a moan. I inched my fingers behind her back, unclasping her bra and watched as she slid it down her arms.

Without wasting any time I attached my mouth to one of her nipples, running my tongue over it while sucking making her breathing audible. I switched to the other nipple giving it the same attention as my fingers played with the other. I felt her hand slid down her stomach and into her pants. I stopped my movements and grabbed her wrist harshly, pulling it out of her pants.

"I thought you wanted me to rail you," I tilted my head.

"Yeah so fuckin do it," she groaned, throwing her head back.

"It's all a part of the experience Eilish," I chuckled, "If you don't stop imma need to buy some cuffs," I mumbled, making her eyes grow wide. Deciding to stop teasing I looped my fingers into her sweatpants, looking up at her to get permission she nodded her head so I pulled them down along with her thong in one swift motion.

She immediately spread her legs and I looked down at her glistening perfect pussy, absentmindedly licking my lips. The look on her face was desperate but quickly changed to relief when I ran a finger swiftly up her folds and to her clit. I focused on her clit, slowly circling around it but not touching it directly which made her let out another annoyed groan as she bucked her hips towards me.

Leaning down I was desperate to taste her, my tongue ran through her folds a few times and her soft breathy moans were music to my ears. I wrapped my lips around her sensitive bud sucking it up into my mouth.

"Shit," she exhaled. I ran one hand up her thigh as I used my other to tease her opening, not stoping the movements of my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside effortlessly due to how wet she was.

Upon gazing up at her, her fists were balled up grabbing the sheets, her perfect eyes screwed shut as her head laid back on the pillow. I couldn't help but feel myself grow warm at my centre.

With my free hand, I reached up to her neck, squeezing lightly and working my tongue faster. Her back began arching as she grabbed tightly onto my wrist that was wrapped around her neck.

"C-carter," she gasped for air, her walls tightening around my fingers I worked her clit and g-spot as quickly as I could, feeling her juices. She became silent as her legs shook and after a moment she let out a loud gasp pressing her hand on my forehead and pushing me away. I stopped my movements, removing my fingers and looking up at her in pure bliss.

She lay completely flat like a starfish, her chest moving quickly as she caught her breath. I licked my lips, bringing my fingers up to her mouth as I crawled beside her. She opened her mouth lazily, leaning towards them and licking them clean.

"Holy fuck," I groaned, "I think I just came too."

She looked into my eyes with raised brows before we both burst into laughter.

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A/N: Do you spell it gray or grey? Both are correct, I personally like the look of 'grey' better...

Also, I refuse to read over my smut sooooo if there are errors, I apologize.

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