After a ten-minute drive we arrive at his apartment.
"What the hell, last time it took us an hour," I say
"Heavy traffic, LA traffic is a bitch," Four states.
We enter his fucking massive penthouse suite. "Help yourself, I'll be in the study room, you can choose a room but the master is mine," he mentions grabbing his bag of textbooks before walking off.
I grab an apple off the counter and walk over to the modern leather L-shaped couch decorated with various pillows. I open up my laptop and watch at a new Rom-Com on Netflix. She's all that. 95 minutes of pure cliché. Obviously one character has a secret they're trying to hide, normally a bet or dare and after the other character falls for them, they find out the secret, and break up. But duh, they always work it out and share a big kiss.
I go towards the fridge and open it. It's stocked with food. He must come here quite often.
"I can cook or do you want to order pizza," a deep masculine voice suggest.
I turn around and see Four. "You can cook?"
"Yes, why is that so surprising?" he asks with his eyebrows raise before walking to the fridge. A man that can cook…so hot
"Well my idiot brothers can't cook,"
Hypocrite I can't cook either we had a cook back home who always made food.
"How do you think they live?" he says "I cook all the time,"
"Jesus, I can't even cook," I state
"I can teach you," he suggests. His intense ocean blue eyes looking at me.
"Yeah okay," I say hopping off the stool
"Let's make pizza," Four says with a cheeky grin.
I roll my eyes playfully and nod.
Four tells me to grab the yeast and sauce and when I turn around
Poof
I am covered in flour. I open my mouth in disbelief and than open my eyes. I see Four failing to contain his laughter. I grab the bowl of flour on the counter and chuck it over him covering him with flour.
"You didn't just do that," Four says.
I giggle. I giggled? Ew.
"I'm so going to get you back for that," he says before chasing me around his apartment. I don't even know where I'm going I just focus on not getting caught because boy, is he fast. I sprint into a room with a lock and lock it.
I turn around and see his room. It looks a lot more like his room back at the house but it has more stuff in it. On the top of his burgundy dresser I see something familiar. A bra. To be my specific, MY pink lace Victoria Secret Bombshell Bra from when we slept together back home. Jesus, did I miss it, plus it was like $60.
"Tris," I hear him say knocking on the door.
I grab it and walk out.
"I'll be taking this back," I announce raising my eyebrows at him and showing him my bra.
His beautiful eyes widen at the sight of it and blood rushes to his cheeks.
"Why do you even have it?" I ask
"Long story,"
"Well I am staying here till tomorrow so I have time,"
"Well after we…,"
"Slept together," I finish
"Yeah, you obviously left and you have your name embroided into it," he says as he gives me a suggestive look. "You said you knew Will, I was hangover and lying on the bed and than Will just walked right in while I was lying on the bed stark naked, he wanted to find out who I slept with since he knew everyone at his party, he saw your bra, I quickly grabbed it, I put my boxers and pants on and he started wrestling me to find out and I obviously beat him and ran out,"
"When I got back to my hotel room I threw it in my duffel bag and forgot, I came back a couple days ago like a day or two before you came and I just left it there,"
"You and Will wrestled for my bra?" I say on the verge of laughter.
"Ha ha ha," he says sarcastically.
I run my hand through my hair and grab a pile of flour and throw it at his face. He wipes some off with his mouth open. I poke my tongue out and walk off with sass. Well I hope I did.
He runs and picks me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Jesus Tris you weigh like a ton what do you eat?" Four says
"Shut up," I huff hitting his back
"I'm joking you weight like a bag of feathers," he says before throwing me on the couch "well I'm going to have to call for pizza,"
"We can watch a movie while we wait," I suggest
"I guess, I mean I've been studying for the past six hours,"
I connect his TV with mine and place on Netflix.
"What do you want to watch?" I say scrolling through
"I don't know you choose," he says before placing his phone on his ear.
"Oh, I love Friends with Benefits!" I squeal before clicking on it.
| Few Hours Later|
The pizza had arrived around fifteen minutes after we ordered it.
"Now that I think about it, this is so cliché," I say
"Yeah, the movie assumes that it's impossible to be friends with benefits without ending up falling in love," Four agrees
"I know right, like most people end up not talking to the friend with benefit or cutting the 'benefit' off,"
"Yeah, it quite a stupid concept,"
"But I still love the movie," I protest.
"Why, it's just a little cliché chick-flick,"
"Well, all girls love chick-flicks whether they admit or not,"
"And why would that be?"
"It's the concept of falling in love and finding the right guy in an extravagant way, which each girl loves, it's a story to tell to your children, your peers about how you met and fell in love," I admit.
"I guess, I respect that,"
"Men are all like: Oi look at her ass, Oi look at her boobs, Oi look at her legs, Oi she's so hot," I says doing my horrible impression of a guy.
Four snorts and laughs.
"Well, not all men are like that," he debates
"Well you are, that's how we had a one-night stand," I mention.
"Yeah but you can't say it wasn't fun," he flirts
Blood rushes to my cheeks.
"Are you flirting with me?" I ask with my eyebrows raised.
Four takes a step closer. I can feel his breath falling on my face, he whispers into my ear, huskily.
"Only if you want me to," he says before walking off.
I stand there flabbergasted. Okay so the night was fun, I remember it and its was amazing. I shake the thought out of my head before speed walking towards the direction her went.
"You can't just say that and walk away,"
"Can't I," he shouts from one of the rooms
I follow the sound and see him lying in his bedroom staring up at the ceiling.
"No you can't, you confront the girl like a man," I scold politely.
"You want to know what I think?" Four says sitting up and getting off his bed and walks towards me.
I feel the urge to walk back slowly as he slowly creeps towards me.
I gulp and nod, responding to his question.
"I think you are indescribably sexy even though you are related to two hooligans, which are my best friends," My backs hits the wall and he still continues to walk to me. "you capture me in every way possible, you are fantastic in bed and I think we should become friend with benefits" Four says.
He stands within an inch away from me towering over me.
I place my arms around his neck and attack his lips with mine. He slams me against the wall with my legs circling around his waist. He walks us to the couch near by. I straddle him, grinding on his crotch area with our lips still connected, moving in sync. My hair cascades over the both of us. I feel Four's hand creep under my shirt, slowly moving to my bra clasp. Four pulls back.
"What about Zeke and Uriah?" he pants from our heavy make-out session.
"Uriah won't care, Zeke will get over himself," I reply panting as well. I run my hands up and down on his chest before leaning back in to kiss him but he doesn't kiss back. I pull back.
"What if he doesn't I mean Zeke and I have been friends since Pre-K, he's my best friend and I feel like I'm betra-," I cut him off by biting his lower lips before going back to kissing him. I run my hands under his shirt and urge him to take it off.
But he doesn't respond.
I huff. "It's because you guys have been friends since Pre-K is how he'll get over it, and it's not like he'll toss away a lifetime of friendship because you are having sex with me which, by the way, we have already done," I say "so how about we continue,"
I take off his shirt and go back to kissing him and he finally kiss back. I keep grinding on him. Our lips loose contact as he releases a grunt before he attacks my neck. I release involuntary moans and grind down harder. I feel his hand, again, go for the bra clip and unclips it skilfully. FINALLY I'M FREE I think way to kill the moment Tris. He throws my shirt off and stares at me shamelessly.
"Fuck Tris, your so sexy," he grunts before kissing me.
I reach for his belt and well, the rest is history.