Drew woke up next morning to the sound of the shower running. He sat up and saw both of their clothes still on the floor. The door to the bathroom was open. He walked over and smirked at the sight of her under the water with her eyes closed. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her.
"This is a sweet sight to wake up to," he said.
"I had a great time last night," she said.
"Me too," he said.
She turned around in his arms so her back was against him. She reached for the bottle of shampoo to hand it to him.
"Finish the shower quickly," she said.
"I'd rather finish you," he chuckled. "Again."
"We need to get going. We overslept," she said.
"I think we can make time for this," he said.
He moved one of his hands down between her legs. She dropped the shampoo on the floor and tilted her head back against his chest as his fingers worked their magic on her clit as fast as he could.
"Oh god," she moaned.
"Let go, Lexie," he said. "Don't hold it back."
She grabbed his thighs. Her nails bit into his skin. The pain only made him tighten the arm around her waist to hold her closer. His fingers kept moving as fast as he could as she fell apart. He forced everything out of her that he could. Her nails released his thighs and he stopped moving his hand. He spun her back around and kissed her.
"Get dressed," he said.
"What?" She opened her eyes. "What about you?"
"I need to finish my shower quickly. Like you said, we overslept," he said.
"But," she started.
"No but," he said. "Unless it's this butt."
He slapped her ass and gently pushed her out of the shower.
"But you didn't get anything out of it," she said.
"Don't say that. I got to hear you moan so pretty. You have a lovely voice when you're horny. And I love to make you cum," he winked. "I'll get my share later tonight."
With those words he had just promised her that this hadn't been a one time thing. She smirked at him and grabbed a towel to get dry. She was more than down for getting another taste of this man.
Once he was out of the shower and both of them had gotten dressed, they made their way to the arena. A house show on a Sunday. She hadn't been there long before she smelled that strong, musk scent behind her that she still recognized after all this time. She turned around to see Andrade standing there with his arms crossed.
"What?" She asked.
"Don't what me," he sneered. "Drew? Really?"
"What is it to you?" She asked.
"I want answers," he said.
"Well, I ain't got none to give so go pester someone else," she said.
He uncrossed his arms and instead fisted his hands in anger. He stepped up as close to her as he could to stare her down. She didn't move. She knew him. He only wanted to intimidate her. He would never hit her.
"I forbid you to see him!" He growled.
"You forbid me?" She laughed. "Alright, dad."
"You're only trying to make me jealous," he said.
"How can I make you jealous when you left me for Charlotte? You didn't want me anymore. You're the one who's been trying to make me jealous. You just realized that your plan has failed, and you're angry about it. But guess what, Andrade. It's not my problem. You are not my fucking problem anymore," she said.
She walked away as fast as she could. She didn't even notice Drew in her anger as she stormed down the hall. He noticed her though. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a near by room.
"Wow, what's going on?" He asked.
"Andrade is a fucking idiot!" She yelled.
"Tell me something I don't know," he smirked. "What did he do?"
"Oh, you're gonna love this," she said. "He forbids me to see you."
"Forbids?" He asked.
He started laughing and he couldn't stop. He leaned up against the wall and placed his hands on his stomach. She stepped up in front of him and smiled at him. He was so beautiful when he laughed. She just wanted to suck in the image of him looking like that.
"You're beautiful," she said before she could stop herself.
He stopped laughing and smiled at her instead.
"So are you," he said.
He pushed some of her hair back behind her ears and leaned down to kiss her.
"He can say all the shit he wants. He doesn't get to decide what we do," he said.
"I know. He just pisses me off sometimes," she said.
"That's an ex for you," he chuckled.
"Thank you for being such a good sport about it," she said.
"Whatever you need," he said. "If you need to cry, I'll lend a shoulder. Take it out on me. Get it out of your system. I'll let you have a breakdown without judgment."
"I just need a fucking good orgasm tonight," she smirked. "Something I know from personal experience that you will deliver on."
"Oh, I will," he grinned. "That's a fucking promise."
He kissed her again. They only had little time until someone might need the room, or they were needed elsewhere. He knew no one but Andrade should know about them. At least not yet.
"I'm gonna miss you when we go home tomorrow," he said.
"You can call me if you like," she said.
"Everyday. Like three times a day like a complete psycho stalker," he grinned.
"I think they call around 20 or 40 times," she chuckled.
"I'll call," he said.
They made their way out of the room. Drew went to the locker room where he found Andrade. Andrade stared daggers at Drew. Drew casually moved close to Andrade and spoke lowly so no one else heard him.
"You know, Andrade," Drew said. "She's done with you. She's been done with you for a long time. It would be best for everyone if you would stick to your own relationship. It would be a shame for Charlotte to find out that you're trying to play her the way you played Lexie."
"You wouldn't," Andrade said in a wavering voice.
"Try me," Drew said. "You have no idea what I'll do for Lexie."