Chapter 7:

I brush through my messy, curly hair as my bare feet slowly make the way into the kitchen. The marble floor is cold, yet it doesn't wake me up properly.

I yawn before I let the coffee machine do it's work. That's what I need. A strong coffee to help me go through my day.

As the coffee smell starts making it's way into my nose, I get out a bowl with strawberries from the fridge. Strawberries and coffee - there's almost nothing better than that.

"Morning." I hear someone saying.

I jump up, feeling my heart miss at least two beats before I turn around. Miley is sitting behind the island. She looks even worse than me. My eyes eyeball her slowly. Her hair is messy. Her blue eyes are small. Her lips are swollen. Her voice is smokily.

"You look horrible." I say into her eyes as the cup fills up with coffee. "How long did you guys party after I went to bed?"

"A little longer than we should. With lots of alcohol..." Miley says and smiles.

I hand her the cup filled with coffee, "You need it more than I do."

"Thanks." she says before taking it. "Anyways, how was your night?"

I roll my eyes, "I came home with no satisfaction at all. If anything, I'm more horny than ever." I say and let out a frustrated sigh.

"You didn't leave with Troy Bolton?"

"Was I the only one who didn't knew that his name was Troy Bolton?" I ask her, brushing through my locks.

She shruggs, "He has a couple of labels in Los Angeles... Very successfull labels. Everyone knows him."

"Everyone but me." I say and sigh.

"You didn't google him?" she asks me with a perfectly plugged eyebrow.

"Ha, no, I did not." I say and grin. "Perhaps I should." I say before I place another cup under the coffee machine.

"So you guys just talked and nothing?"

"We have been talking since we met, frankly."

"No kissing?"

"No kissing. Well, except for last night. He really knows how to turn me on..."

"Maybe he's not that into you."

I shrugg as I watch the cup getting filled up with the brown coffee, "I don't know. He's hot and cold on me the whole time. I don't know where we stand. Frankly, I don't even think there's an us yet. It's all so confusing. So frustrating..."

"Why don't you leave him then?"

I get the cup from the coffee machine and take a sip. Yeah, that's a good start in the day. "Because I can't. There's some weird twisted and totally not from earth kind of connection we have. I feel like I've known him. From somewhere."

"From another life perhaps?"

I let out a fake laugh, "I don't believe in that shit."

"Yet he makes you feel like you have known him for longer than you do..." she says and is silent as soon as I give her a what-the-hell-look.

And then it clicks inside of my head. Automatically my eyes move to Ryan's bedroom. The door is open.

"Did you just walk out of Ryan's...?" I ask her a little confused.

"Morning." I hear Kelsi saying next to me suddenly, causing me to jump up again.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?!" I ask the two of them a little angry.

"We just had a little fun tonight." Ryan says, grinning, getting seated next to Miley on the barstool at the island.

"Oh no..." I breath out. A fucking threesome with my two best friends?! "Ryan!" I hiss at him. "How could you! They're my best friends!"

"Hey, it's not only his fault." Kelsi tries to help him.

"We had a big role in it as well." Miley agrees grinning.

I roll my eyes, "God, I don't even want to imagine what happened last night! Serioulsy?! I mean, seriously?!" I hiss at them. "You are my brother!" I say to Ryan, "And you guys, you are my fucking best friends! God, no!" I say before I storm out of the kitchen.

"Gabi!"

"You know, what? Leave me alone. If you guys need to do what you - God, this is horrible!" I say and shake my head. How could he?!

"It's not like it was the first time." Ryan says to me.

I turn around halfway, "What?! You guys do this... regulary?!"

Miley shruggs, "I'm not looking for a relationship. It's a good relief for the stress I have in LA... I'm fine with this."

"Me either." Kelsi says.

"See there's no problem at all."

"You just fucked my best friends, Ryan. I have a reason to be mad at you."

"I'm also in a so-what called relationship with Ian."

"Whose out of town. That is no excuse for your threesome!"

"He doesn't have to find out."

"Who says he won't?" I ask him back.

"You wouldn't dare."

I shrugg, "You know me, Ry. I can be a bitch if I want to." I say before I close the door of my room. What a great start in the morning!

A loud, very long whistle fills my bedroom as I watch my reflection in the mirror.

"You look hot!" Ryan says, leaning casually against the door frame. "If that dress won't make him want to fuck your brain out, then he must be gay. Which makes him mine, to be clear."

I laugh as I turn around. I'm wearing a dark green cocktail dress by Dior with a deep cut in the back. My black Louboutins and the diamond earrings finish the outfit. My make up is light.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asks me carefully, giving his best puppy eyes ever.

"You fucked my best friends. More than once." I remark dryly.

"We're adults. It's not like I'm breaking their precious hearts."

"If you do, I'll kick you out."

"I won't. We're just friends with benefits. It's just sex."

"How long have you guys been doing it?"

He shruggs, "A couple of months? Not that long."

"And there are really no feelings between you guys?"

"Other than friendship and lust? No."

I nodd. "Okay."

"Okay as in you're not mad at me or as in I'm going to punish you later?"

"Okay as in I have no idea what you guys are doing, but it's none of my business. I mean after all, you don't put your nose into my private life."

He huggs me, "Thank you."

I roll my eyes, "I can't be mad at you. You know that as well as I do."

"I love you."

"Give me my purse."

"I hope that contains enough condoms." Ryan says chuckling before he hands it over to me. "You think he will already screw you in the elevator?"

"I don't know, Ryan. But I really need to be fucked tonight. Big time."

"It's been three days."

"Three days are a really long time if you're as horny as me. This man has an effect on me which... no other ever had. I can't even describe it properly. It's beyond words."

"I still can't understand why you won't use a vibrator then..."

I fix my hair in the mirror, "You know that I prefer a real human body."

He smiles at me in the mirror. "You look perfect. Now go, he's already waiting for you in the lobby."

I shoot a dark look at him, "What?! And you didn't tell me?"

He shruggs, "Vanya called and told me there's a man waiting for Miss Gabriella while you were still getting dressed. He was ten minutes early. I deserve one last conversation with my sister and best friend, now don't I?"

Aw. I hug him, "I love you, too."

"And please don't come home tonight. Don't disappoint me, my big girl."

"Only if you won't diappoint me as well."

"I have Clair coming over in twenty minutes."

I roll my eyes. First Miley. Then Kelsi. And now Clair?! "What about Ian?"

"Ian is Ian. But even I have to fullfill my needs at a time." he says before he opens the front door of our apartment. "Have fun."

I choose to let it go. It's his life after all. "You, too." I say before I get into the elevator.

The glass elevator doors close and I push the lobby button. I can't even remember the last time I felt so nervous and so wet at the same time. Only Troy Bolton can give me those feelings.

I fix my hair in the mirror one last time before the doors glide open and I step out. I'm finally getting my sex date with him, I think as I walk down the hallway. My black Louboutins are making the typical click-clack sound on the beige marble floor. I stop as soon as my eyes see him. He's sitting on a beige leather armchair. He looks powerfull, sexy and more than breathtaking in the black tuxedo. His sandy brown hair is gelled upand his crystal blue eyes shine back at me. Wow.

"Hi." I say trying to not lose control.

"Good evening. You look beautifull tonight." he says taking my hand. "Ready?"

I nodd. There it is again. This dominance. He doesn't only obsess me, he nearly is possesing me - yet he makes me feel secure. He makes me feel like I've reached my destination. Like I'm home. It's an amazing feeling.

"How was your day?" I ask him as we walk out of the building.

"I was horny for two meetings and one teleconference. I believe my day is just now getting what it wants." he says as the porter, Vanya, holds the door open for us, "What about you?"

"My day was fine." I couldn't really tell him that I spent the whole day looking for something to wear, showering and shaving - and above all, to calm my nerves.

The driver of the limousine holds the door open for us and I get in before Troy. The driver closes the door of the limousine again and Bolton pushes a button to give us a lot more privacy. The milky dark glass wall now separates us from the world - and the driver.

I look at him, inhaling his scent. God, he smells so good! And damn it, his eyes are so gorgeous!

With one glamorous gesture from him I am sitting on his lap. He stares into my eyes for a second or two, allowing me to get lost in his bright blue sea colored eyes. I could stare at them my whole life. They're too wonderfull to describe. Within seconds I am in a paradise which he provides me. A paradise I never want to leave. But suddenly I get ripped out of the paradise. But I get ripped out of the paradise the best way ever - by his lips. He kisses me eagerly, as if his lips needed mine to exist. I return his kiss immediately, brushing through his sandy brown hair. I longed for him as much as he longed for me. I can feel it - in his hunger for me and in my heart. His passionate kisses show me that I was not the only one who had to hold back her lust. His hands wander down my bare back, causing my lips to release a loud moan. God, I've never wanted someone as badly as Troy Bolton. I feel his hard errection on my inner tighs, showing me that I have an effect on him as well. I change my position so I betride him, causing my cocktail dress to be pushed up to my waist. I place my arms around his shoulders before I start kissing him even more passionately.

Suddenly he lets go of my lips, "What are you doing to me?" he whispers.

I let my hands slowly glide down his strong muscles which are hidden behind his white oxford shirt. I can't wait to finally see them. "What am I doing? I'm touching you. I want you. I am fucking horny. Since our first date." I whisper before I start kissing his neck.

He takes my hands and looks at me, "Not here." It doesn't sound like a plea. He was demanding it.

I gulmp before he kisses me softly. "Get off of me, Gabriella."

Ouch. That hurt my ego. I never got rejected. I nodd before I get off of him. What the hell was that?! First he's kissing me like there's no tomorrow and the next he's rejecting me! He's so moody.

The next five minutes of the drive are filled with pure silence. He doesn't talk. And I don't talk as well. I'm licking my wounds.

Maybe this will not be a sex date after all...

Then the limousine stops. I am a little surprised to find out that we're not in front of his apartment building. Neither a hotel.

It's a restaurant.

He looks at me, "Do you now understand why I didn't want to start something with you, which couldn't be stoped so fast?"

"I thought we would drive to your apartment."

"Later we will. But first you need to eat something. Because what I will do tonight with and to you, requires a lot of your strength."

I gulmp as the driver opens the door. A sex date after all!

Troy steps out and takes my hand, "Enjoy the time in which I am not inside of you yet. I promise you, you will want this time back as soon as I am in you."

"So you didn't reject me because you don't want me anymore?" I ask him back as we walk into the restaurant. It's a restaurant on the Upper East Side, meaning the prices for one meal can easily be over two hundret dollar. The restaurant is called Mango's. I wonder if he owns it briefly.

"Oh my sweet angel, I could never reject you..." he whispers into my ear before he gets seated.

I feel my sex pulsing as I am sitting on the comfortable chair. How am I suppose to ignore this feeling for the next hour?!

Mango's is one of the restaurants which is so exclusive that you don't order a meal. You get one served. Eat it. Love it. And pay for it.

The waiter places ceaser salads in front of us, before he asks us for a wine.

I shrugg, I still have no idea about wine.

"Chteau Marguax from 1995, please." Troy says and the waiter nodds before he walks away.

"You still owe me your story." I say as I start eating a tomato from the salad.

"There's not a lot to tell. I was born into a wealthy family. I am a wealthy man now. End of story."

"No, not end of story." I say kicking off my shoe before letting my foot glide over to his inner thighs. "I want your story."

He takes a sharp breath in, "Gabriella, we're in a restaurant." he says as my toes start massaging his errection.

"I'll stop if you tell me your story."

"Fine." he says and I pull back my foot. "Thank you."

"Oh you will be thanking me later this evening for sure..." I say with a grin on my lips, before I continue eating.

"My mother's name is Evelyn Diana Bolton."

Wait, as in-

"Yes, as in the actress Evelyn Diana Bolton." he answers my thought.

Wow. I didn't know that his mother was the it-actress from the eighties. She was famous for her roles. Roles which were played so well, that she must've gotten ten oscars by now. She's a superstar. A legend even.

"And my father is Franklin Christopher Bolton. A laywer." he starts. "My parents separated when I was three years old. I have a twin brother, Lucas. Not identical. We chose to stay with my father. My mother went to Hollywood, where she still lives. I have a half sister from my father's side, who remarried when I was eightteen. Her name is Shailene. She's currently studying psychiatry at Columbia, where I graduated in 2008. Lucas lives in Sydney, we see each other on holidays and family events."

I nodd as we get the served the main course. A steak with some vegetables. It looks more like an art-piece than a dish. Not a course you could get at a normal restaurant. After all, this is high-class.

"Do you miss him? Lucas, I mean."

"Sometimes I do." he says, taking a sip of his wine. "But I'll see him in a month and a half again."

I nodd. "That's it?"

"That's my story." he says, his eyes glitzering in black back at me.

"It's a rather short story."

"It doesn't have the ups and downs which you told me, so yes." he says before he starts eating the steak as well. It's delicious.

"I still have my secrets, you know. I didn't tell you the whole story."

"I know." he says simply, "And so do I."

"Oh I believe you do..." I say grinning before I take a sip of my water. "It's a good steak."

"It's the best in whole New York City." he says to me.

"What's your full name?"

He archs an eyebrow at me. His crystal blue eyes are filled with surprise, "You really haven't googled me, did you?"

"Unlike you, I stick to my words, Mr. Bolton."

"I told you, I had no other choice."

"I still want an answer."

"Troy Christopher Johnathan Andrew Bolton. That's my full name."

"A mouthfull of a name if you ask me..." I mumble, being impressed by his name. It fits his personality. His body structure. His dominance.

"It's just a name, Gabriella." he says casually.

"How about we skip dessert?" I suggest as I finish the steak.

He places his hand over mine, I feel my body react to his touch right away. He's setting me on fire, without even knowing it.

"Your dessert is me. For the whole night, Miss Montez." he whispers before he rises from the chair, "Whatelse could you want?"

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