I'm visiting Malibu with my friend Melissa for her 18th birthday, even though she turned 18 over a month ago. The whole time it's really been an endless cycle of partying and drinking. Tonight, we are at another club it's become a routine for her, I stay at the bar while she disappears to get drunk, usually I either end up dragging her out or some guy takes her to his place and then she comes to the hotel in the morning.

It's not as bad as it sounds. I mean anything is better than being at home. My house isn't exactly the best place to be- after my father died my house actually became the worst. My mother was always drinking, parading around a new guy almost every week, each one creepier than the last. Some of them would try to feel me up, but my brother wouldn't let them do anything to hurt me. My brother's name is Ashton Irwin and I'm Isabella Clowinsky. He's my half brother but it doesn't change anything about us or our relationship. I've known him my entire life and despite the difference in father we are closer than ever.

Ashton is older than me by 4 years, his father left when he was about 2 but sent monthly checks and yearly birthday cards up until he was 18. Sometime after, my mom met my dad, and they had me and my little brother Noah. I'd like to think we were one big happy family, but then our perfect little bubble popped when my father was shot and killed while doing his job as police chief.

It tore our family apart, my mom did what she did, and me and Ash had our own set of grief, but we're slowly recovering. My mom has officially settled, key work settled. His name is Phil and he is single handedly the biggest asshole to ever walk the planet. I don't even want to talk about him.

I mindlessly sip my drink from my seat on the bar. It's gingerale and cranberry juice, because I'm to young to drink but no one in this place know's that. My small bladder informs me of my sudden urge to pee and I hop off the chair with my drink in hand and make my way to the ladies room. I do my business and then check myself in the mirror while washing my hands because everyone does it.

I go back to my seat on the bar stool, and look to see Melissa walking out with some guy trailing behind her. At least one of us will be having a good time out of this. Out of the corner of my eye I see a guy dancing with a girl, who seems to be really enjoying herself. In the midst of her grinding the man slips away, and I notice how the girls face in dumbfounded and disappointed.

I lowly chuckle and laugh, while I decide to call it a night and head home cause this place officially came of no use to me. I hop down from the bar stool which is actually much higher up then I would have hoped. Like hello, short people live too! As I walk past the bar I bump into another body, who seems to have spilt whatever was in his hand on my shirt.

"Sorry." The deep voice that belongs to the guy that just spilt his drink all over me says. He doesn't notice until I make a sound, from the ice cold liquid connecting with my warm skin. His eyes go wide but I'm not gonna go all rage on him. I look up to see the gorgeous soul the voice belongs to and I internally hair sticks up in different directions on his head, his blue eyes sparkle in the dimly lit club. My breath hitches as I take in his beautiful appearance trying to muster some type of phrase to say to him.

"You're fine, I-I mean it's fine. Um thanks no! Wait." He looks down at me and smirks, my face blushing crimson. "It's fine, thank you don't worry about it." I say proudly, finally being able to form a sentence that makes sense.

"I'm so sorry. Maybe you should come with me and I'll buy you a new one." He says smoothly, playing with the hem of my soaked shirt in between his fingers. So this is what it's like to be picked up.

"Thanks guy I've never met before but this is a club not Old Navy." I mentally high-five myself for the impressive come back and he chuckles, loving my amazing humor.

"I know but c'mon let me buy you one, or at least come to my place and I'll give you one. We wouldn't want you going home like that would we?" His tall hight makes him more intimidating and the way he talks makes me think he really knows what he's doing.

"Thank-you but I'm alright. For all I know you can be taking me to your place so you can rape me and cut my body into pieces." He laughs at my words, even though I wasn't completely joking. He bends down to whisper in my ear, saying.

"I would never do anything you weren't willing to do." Something in me thought 'what the hell' as I followed mystery man out of the club and to his apartment.

When we get there I need a new shirt for a whole new set of reasons. His lips were attached to my neck leaving sloppy kisses on every patch of skin. His hands gripped tightly to my hips as he held me up against the wall.

"I'm Luke by the way." He breathed, detaching his lips from my skin, then reattaching them once again.

"Bella." I replied hurriedly, pressing my lips to his full one's and running my fingers through his soft hair. He began to grind our bodies together- all the while removing my skirt and his skinny jeans- he pressed two long fingers to my clothed heat and I moaned into his lips.

"Fuck that sounds so fucking sexy." He panted then brought my body to his king sized bed. He quickly removed my panties leaving a trail of kisses from my left leg, to my abdomen. I didn't plan on him going down on me, I wouldn't do that with a total stranger cause I don't know it seems a bit nasty to me. Like he doesn't know where I've been.

After placing a condom on his impressive length, he lines himself with my entrance and pushes himself into me. My back arches of the bed and I moan loudly.

"Fuck you're so god damn tight." He pulled out and ran his cock up my soacked folds. I wasn't a virgin but holy fuck. I'd never experienced anything like that. His cock could only be described in one word Massive. Capital 'm' for emphasis. He gave me a sexy as hell smirk before taking his thick length- Pause. Just remember I'm saying thick because I'm not even exaggerating when I say that fucker was huge- and pushed back into me.

"Fuck." I breathed, once he had settled himself inside me he began a sequence of short in and out thrusts, that made my body ache. I was moaning and panting sweat dripping from both our bodies.

"...oh god Luke." I moaned loudly. He picked up his pace still moving inside me, while digging his fingers into my hips for leverage. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and continued to pant harshly into my ear. He captured my lips with his, as the coil in my stomach began to tighten.

Skin slapping against skin and our moans were all that could be heard throughout the apartment. My walls clenched around him as the coil in the pit of my stomach snapped, and my orgasm took over my body. He pulled out of me quickly even though he was wearing a condom- I guess this guy was very cautions- and came into the condom. After discarding it in the trash, I drifted off to sleep in his bed.

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Okay so I deleted this. Twice. But you know third time's the charm. And I've actually written thirteen chapters to this story, and have soooooooooo much more to write and I'm hoping they'll be good. I update twice of week, For this story and I promise to TRY and keep that up. But this is my favorite story (of mine) that I've ever written and it's the only one I think with a more clear story line.

I literally used to write out of my ass and just write anything and most of it was just un realistic even though it's fiction I think there should be at least (some) realism. Anywayyyyyyy please vote! and comment! and expect and update before next friday.

The word count for this chapter is: 1373 (chapters will be longer)

OH YEAH! Fun fact my name is Florence. But people call me Flora or Renn. If anyone is reading this comment your name's and maybe quite possibly I'll add you in the book. lol idk. k byeeeee