A/N: Just wanted to take a quick minute to say a special 'Thank You' to each and every one of you for your favorites, follows and reviews on this story. I truly appreciate each and every one, they're all so amazing and mean the world to me. Each one makes me want to continue writing this story that much more. I hope you'll all continue to love this story as much as I do. So, without further ado, I give you chapter 3...

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Chapter 3

The morning after…

Jesse's POV

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Squinting and trying to blink as the sunlight peeked through the blinds, I rolled over and reached out for Beca but quickly realized she wasn't there and her side of the bed had been made. I wasn't sure whether that surprised me or not. I stretched out in the crisp white, heavy cotton sheets which was some of the softest bedding I'd ever laid my lazy ass on and took my time to rise before I made my way to the ensuite bath. Thankfully the door was slightly ajar; there were three to choose from but I couldn't resist poking my head into the other two first.

One of the doors lead to a closet that was larger than any I'd ever seen before and the other lead to a good sized room with exercise equipment. As I shut the doors and looked around, I realized for the first time, the size of the room and that the cherry and wrought iron four poster California king bed that I'd just vacated was dwarfed by it. All of the the furniture was massive, which was hardly surprising given the size of the room but why did someone as tiny as Beca need such large furniture? A family of five could easily live in her bedroom, bathroom and walk in closet alone. They were bigger than any house I'd ever lived in which wasn't saying much, but still. I shook my head, not really caring.

Making my way into the bathroom I headed straight to the sink. I splashed water on my face and smiled when I saw the spare toothbrush Beca had placed on the counter for me. It was a genuinely sweet gesture that I truly appreciated. She had also laid out a towel and wash cloth for me to use in the shower. After quickly showering, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way downstairs.

"Well good morning Mr. Sleepyhead!" Beca said cheerfully, turning as I walked into the kitchen. I was slightly surprised to see her in a short, sapphire blue robe and had a lovely glow about her.

"Morning." I said as I wandered over to where she was standing, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Mmmm…" Beca sighed, leaning into me a little before she pulled away. "Want some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee… strong and black please." I mumbled walking toward the barstools at the kitchen island, wishing I had my sunglasses with me. "And some Advil, if you have it."

"Coming right up." She said as she took a large mug from the cabinet and placed it under the Keurig machine, thumbing a few buttons and watching as it began to splutter and drip coffee into the cup below. Digging around in her purse, she soon found some Advil and handed it to me with a wide, bright smile.

"You always this cheerful in the morning?" I asked. I wasn't one to surface before noon on a good day.

"No… not usually." She said kissing my cheek, turning to collect the steaming coffee before placing my mug on the counter in front of me. "Breakfast is almost ready. I thought we could eat it out on the morning porch. It's really pretty this time of year."

'Morning porch?' I mused to myself, wanting to laugh at the absurdity and pretentiousness of the situation. 'Sure… we can eat breakfast on your morning porch Little Miss Mary Sunshine, though I had nooo idea that there were different types of porches. Back where I come from a porch is just a porch… rickety and falling down and someplace to store stolen goods under.'

"Sure. Sounds good to me." I said rubbing the back of my neck. "What's for breakfast?"

"I made a spinach, artichoke and baked egg souffle, bacon, toast and orange juice."

"Wow." I said taking my first glorious sip of coffee, which was some of the finest I'd ever tasted and it was clearly expensive. It was nothing like the dollar cups of coffee I usually get from the gas station. "Sounds amazing… but quick question, why doesn't the house smell of bacon?"

Beca laughed. "I cooked the bacon outside. I love bacon but I don't like the way that it makes the house smell and besides, everything tastes better when it's cooked outside." I now realized why she looked so perky, she'd been out in the sunshine and fresh air since getting up at what I presume was the crack of dawn.

"Good idea. Bacon does make the house smell and it never seems to go away." I said remembering how the double wide trailer I grew up in always smelled of bacon grease, cigarette smoke and sex.

"Thanks, I really hope you like breakfast. I enjoy cooking, especially when I have people to share with." Beca said and I watched her eyes grow hopeful. She seemed to be quite eager to impress me which caught in my throat a little. She was surrounded by all this opulence and I had about 12 bucks to my name but she was trying to impress me with a wonderful meal.

"I'm sure I'll love it." I said genuinely.

"After we've finished eating, I'll give you the grand tour."

"Awesome!" I said, getting a little excited. "What's a place like this go for? If you don't mind me asking."

"Well… I paid almost two million for it but my dad insisted that I have a total reno done on the place."

Holy fucking sheep shit Batman! That's a fucking ass ton of money! This bitch is rolling in the fucking dough.

"Whoa! That's a lot of money."

"Yeah, it is." Beca said, nonchalantly as she began carrying breakfast outside. "But, it is a big house."

"Definitely is." I stated, still wondering why a complete overhaul had been necessary on a relatively new property. "So, why the reno?"

"Honestly, there was nothing wrong with this house but my dad wanted to make absolutely sure that everything was secure and safe."

"So, that's why you have a gated entry?"

"Exactly!" She laughed as she laid out the food on the table on the morning porch. She cast her eyes over the table to make sure she had everything, before offering for me to take a seat.

"Besides the entry, what else did you get done?" I asked taking the chair nearest to where I was standing and sat down. Beca immediately began to serve up the souffle onto a plate.

"Short answer… everything. The bones of the property remain but the guts were all replaced. We opened up the floor plan, added an extra bedroom and bathroom on the first floor and the two bedroom guest house at the back is new as well. We upgraded the swimming pool, adding the hot tub and my studio. After a three million dollar reno and a few months of inconvenience, it's been appraised at almost eight million so I'm pretty happy with the place now."

'Eight fucking million?! Is this bitch for real?' I was glad I was sitting down. If I had been standing I'd have fallen flat on my face.

"Wow! That's fantastic!" I blurted out.

'Jesse turn down the enthusiasm dude, bottle that excitement.' I said to myself.

"I love this house and I stand to make a lot off of it when I decide to sell." Beca said, managing to sound like she wasn't bragging as she sat down and picked up her fork. "The land alone is worth it's weight in gold."

"You're selling?"

"Oh, no. I don't have any plans to sell right now, but I figure one day I might decide to. I like to keep my options open."

'And so do I… so do I.' I thought to myself.

"More coffee?" Beca asked, pointing to his mug.

"Please."

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When Beca's phone rang, it broke up their breakfast, just before they were finished. She saw Luke's number on the screen and immediately knew that Bernie must have told him that she brought someone home. She looked at Jesse and put her finger to her lips to let him know she had to take the call and to be quiet. Jesse nodded his understanding, picked up his coffee and noiselessly slipped away from the table, standing on the edge of the porch and looking out into the garden.

"Hey Luke." she said cheerfully, wiping her mouth.

"Who is he?" Luke asked.

Beca chose to play stupid. "Who are you talking about?" She said as she walked back towards the house, leaving Jesse to finish his breakfast and peruse the back yard.

"Don't you dare play stupid with me Beca. You know damn good and well who I'm talking about."

"Bernie has a big fucking mouth." she told him as she walked into the kitchen and started wiping down the counter.

"You've known that for years, so you should have also known he would tell me that you brought some random guy home."

"I gave him a huge tip… he should've kept his mouth shut."

"But he works for me and my tip was bigger." Luke spat through the phone. "So, you gonna tell me who this Romeo is?"

"Not yet. If this becomes something more than a casual hook up, then you'll meet him. If it turns out that he's just a fuck buddy, then I'll get my itches scratched and there's no need for you to meet him."

"Blimey! Tell me you at least used protection… please!"

"LUKE! Really?! That's none of your business, but yes! Yes, we used protection… all five times." She said with a smirk.

"Good because you never know how many wells he's dipped his stick in."

"Luke that's gross!"

"Wait! Five times?! How are you still able to walk?"

Beca laughed. "Yes… five times and if I have my way, I'm gonna tap that ass a few more times before he leaves."

"Bec, I have a bad feeling about this wanker."

"A bad feeling huh? And tell me… just how do you know he's a wanker?" Beca asked. "You really do sound very Britishy when you are wound up!"

"You know nothing about this guy Beca." Luke said. "My gut is telling me he's bad news."

"Luke, I love you but I really think you're over reacting."

"I love you too Bec." Luke sighed and rubbed his forehead. "At least give me his name… wait, you do know his name… right?"

"Oh my God Luke! Yes! I know his name! I seem to recall shouting it quite a few times last night."

"Good… give me his name so I can have my dad run a background check on him."

"No, I'm not giving it to you Luke. Period." Beca shot back. "I'll talk to you soon."

"But Bec…"

It was too late. She had already hung up on him. She loved Luke, she would always love him but he had no right to interrogate her about who she brought home and what she chose to do with them. She knew he had her best interests at heart but he was her best friend and nothing more.

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Luke was pissed. How could Beca be so damn irresponsible? She had literally met a guy and gone to bed with him within hours. What the fuck had she been thinking? This was so unlike her! Or was it and Luke just hadn't noticed her changing over the years? No, scratch that… she clearly wasn't thinking… not with her head anyway. He understood that since breaking up with Ryan she probably had a few itches that needed scratching but going to bed with a guy she didn't know was… well, it was unacceptable, it was dangerous and she was acting like a complete fool.

He picked up his cell phone, hitting speed dial number five. When the person on the other end answered, he said, "Her Majesty is humping, and yes, I said humping a rottie."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now!"

"Blimey fuck Blondie! You know that code is for emergencies only, it's not to be used for kidding around. We've got to do something ASAP!"

"I'm getting dressed as we speak. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Let me know how it goes."

"I'll check in soon."

Luke hung up and immediately felt relieved. Beca wasn't thinking straight; not with her head anyway and if what she told him was true, her loins had just taken a very serious pounding and he knew they needed to deal with the issue sooner rather than later.

Exactly ten minutes later, Luke received a text. "I'm here. Gonna let myself in because we both know Queen Bitch won't answer the door if she's entertaining company. Standby for the screech heard 'round the world."

"Beware… the corgi might still be there."

"Noted! Wish me luck… I'm going in!"

"Good luck! And remember, if you straighten your arm and put your palm on her forehead she can't reach to punch the shit out of you!"

"Gee… thanks!"

"Beca!" Aubrey yelled as she walked in the house, letting the front door slam shut behind her in an attempt to let Beca know that she and her guest were no longer alone. She knew that as soon as she realized what had happened and that Aubrey had arrived unannounced, Beca would have the front gate code changed. Aubrey made a mental note to ask her Aunt and Uncle for the new code later. "Beca!" She yelled again as she checked her office, the downstairs bedroom and the family room. "Beca! Where the hell are you?" As she walked through the kitchen she noticed that the back door was open.

Walking with purpose to the door that led out to the morning porch, Aubrey was not prepared for what she saw when she walked outside. Beca and some random guy were going at it in the beach entry end of the pool. They were on the sloped incline of the pool and were only slightly blocked by the chaise lounge chairs Beca kept there. They were both was clearly into their activity; Beca's head was thrown back and she was kneeling in the palms of the guys hands so as not to scrape up her knees. Aubrey felt the familiar rumble in her gut that suggested her hangover was worse than she first feared.

Aubrey knew Beca had sex… at 23 years old that was pretty much a given but she looked like a porn star the way she threw her head back while she was riding him like a stallion. She thought back to the night before and how she told Beca that the only action she was going to be getting was from her vibrator. When she said that she really didn't expect that Beca would shack up with a random stranger. She shook her head and tried to control the rumble in her belly. This was a total invasion of Beca's privacy and Aubrey knew it. Should she go back inside and wait it out or should she confront her now and embarrass the hell out of her in the process?

Aubrey walked back in the house for a moment to collect herself and her thoughts; perhaps she should grab a cup of coffee and some of the soufflé Beca made for breakfast? Surely, the porn currently being filmed in Beca's backyard had to be over soon… right?

As Aubrey sat at the breakfast bar drinking her coffee and trying her hardest to stomach her breakfast, she could hear Beca and Jesse's moans and groans. If she could hear it, so could the neighbors and they had to be getting quite the show right about now, despite the high fences and the distance between houses.

She had to put a stop to this. She needed to save what was left of Beca's dignity and self-respect even if it meant that Beca would hate her for the rest of her natural life. Aubrey reached for a napkin from the box on the counter and wiped her fingers before she dug through her purse for her cellphone and sent a couple of quick texts.

"911 Beca's! HRH has mounted a rottie. Need reinforcements… ASAP!"

"HRH? Does that mean Hormonal Rampant Harlett?"

"Oh for fucks sake! HRH means Her Royal Highness!"

"Oh shit! Why didn't you just say that? On the way."

When Aubrey walked back outside, things were worse than the last time she had walked out there. She couldn't help the screech that escaped her when she saw Beca on her back, his hands fondling her ever perky breasts, her fingers threaded through his hair and her legs wrapped around the head of the handsome stranger as he dipped his tongue into… "OH MY GOD BECA!"

Beca pushed Jesse's head away from her and immediately covered her breasts, while Jesse used the pool water to clean the smirk off his face. "Aubrey! What the fuck are you doing here? Get out, you perverted freak!"

Aubrey started to pace, her hands flailing in the air as she began her rant while trying not to puke. "Nevermind why I'm here. Who the fuck is he?" Aubrey asked gesturing toward Jesse as she stomped with purpose across the lawn towards her cousin, not caring about her $300 shoes. "Have you lost your fucking mind? Well, obviously you haven't lost the fucking part because you're nekkid as the day you were born with a stranger in your pool for God and everyone to see but you've most definitely lost your mind. This isn't your style! This isn't like you. You don't do things like this. What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh my God! How much did you drink last night? Did he slip you a roofie? He did… didn't he? I need to call your mom and dad and we need to get you to the hospital." Aubrey was still screeching loudly and shrilly as she stepped into the shallow water, grabbed Beca's wrist and tried pulling her out of the pool. "You need to get dressed and we need to get you to the emergency room. They're gonna have to pump your stomach. You're gonna be barfing like crazy for the rest of the day."

"Aubrey! If you don't stop, I'm gonna pump you down with the damn garden hose!" Beca pulled her arm from Aubrey's death grip. "Shut the fuck up and breathe!" Beca said, standing up and trying not to laugh at the furiously bewildered look on Aubrey's face. "Are you listening to yourself? You sound like a fucking psycho right now!"

Aubrey got an eyeful of Jesse and not so little Jesse as he got out of the pool. She went to fetch one of the pool towels that had been draped over one of the chaise lounge and handed one at arms length to Beca who refused the towel and slapped her hand away angrily. Aubrey whispered into Beca's ear as they walked toward the table and chairs on the patio and away from Jesse. "Well, he's not awful… is he? Wait... Beca… are you limping? What did he do to you? Is he into kink? Oh my God… is that why you're limping?"

Beca laughed and got a devilish smirk on her face. "He didn't do anything I didn't want him to. Were you out here watching so you could take some new tricks home to Benny boy?"

"Ok… so, yes, he's handsome… and from what I could see, little handsome isn't so bad either but Beca he's a stranger!" Aubrey told her. "No, I was not watching you!"

"Ok, so you weren't watching but don't you think I'm a little old for the 'stranger danger' pep talk." Beca said while using jazz hands to gesture toward Aubrey.

"Maybe you are but he wears more eyeliner than you do!" Aubrey pointed out. "This… whatever this is," gesturing between Beca and Jesse, "is clearly doomed before it even starts."

"So, you're saying that because he wears more eyeliner than I do, our relationship, whatever that may or may not be, is doomed to fail?"

"Beca, you don't let me use your eyeliner for fear of getting conjunctivitis and some other diseases that you've researched that I can't pronounce. What's gonna happen if Mr. Hotter-than-Hades-and-I-Might-Have-an-STD-or-Two uses your eyeliner?" Aubrey asked. "You could lose an eyeball."

"He doesn't have an STD."

"And what if you're pregnant?"

"God, you sound like Luke!"

"Judging by the way you were going at it a few minutes ago, I'm surprised he thought to wear anything. He could be-"

"Umm… ladies… I'm standing right here." Jesse said not removing his hands from his junk.

Both girls turned around and yelled "SHUT UP!"

Jesse threw his hands up in surrender before realizing that his put his manhood on display for God and everybody. He quickly collected what was left of his balls in his hands and waited for permission to leave.

"And you know he doesn't have an STD because…" Aubrey started, before realizing that she didn't actually want to know. "No… don't answer that. Let me. Because he told he doesn't have any STD's and that he gets tested all the time… right? Let me guess… You get tested down at the free clinic on the corner of Cock Rot Place and Slutshole Lane in the swats?" She blurted out as she turned to face Jesse.

"Aubrey! That's enough!" Beca yelled. "If you must know, we used protection… every single time… And in case you've forgotten, I have an IUD aka Fort Knox style birth control."

"Every time?" Aubrey questioned.

"All. Night. Long." Beca emphasized each word. She watched Aubrey gulp thickly and tried to hide her amusement.

"As for Fort Knox…" Aubrey said pointing to Beca's nether region. "Nothing is fool proof Beca. The only way not get pregnant is to not have sex."

Beca couldn't believe that Aubrey was treating her like a 15 year old. She was almost 24 years old, if she wanted to have sex with every Tom, Dick and Harry she came across, by God, that's exactly what she was going to do.

Jesse took the opportunity to break in. "Yeah, so… I… uhh… I'm just gonna… I'm gonna go."

Beca turned on her heels and poked her finger in his chest. "You're not going anywhere mister."

"I'm not?"

"No. You owe me an orgasm and I'll be damned if this bitch," using her thumb to motion over her shoulder, "is gonna keep me from getting it."

Before Jesse could respond, Amy came barreling through the back door fists flailing and wearing only one shoe. "Ok, where is he? Who do I need to be fightin'? Point me in the right direction and I'll... Whoa! Aubrey! You didn't tell me this was a clam party!"

"Clam party?" Aubrey and Beca asked in unison, turning toward Amy in confusion.

"Yeah!" Amy said wide eyed and pointing to Beca's lady bits. "Beca, why you jammin' out witcha your clam out?!"

"You're gross!" Beca said making a disgusted face.

"Well, you and Mr. Chiseled-Like-A-Greek-God are out here nekkid as the day you slid down Annie's baby shoot" Amy asked.

"That's exactly what I said." Aubrey said, the smugness ever present on her concerned face. "There's just no-"

"Damn Beca… your body is rockin'!" Amy said, cutting off Aubrey.

Jesse grinned at Amy. "It really is!"

Beca elbowed him. "I guess this means my parents are inside too?"

"No, they aren't but I'd be happy to call them." Aubrey said attempting to hand Beca the towel she'd been wringing her hands around.

"Don't you dare!" Beca barked as she gave Aubrey the death glare.

"So… I guess this means you made an offer last night then… huh Becs?" Amy said winking.

"Annnnddddd… that's my cue to leave!" Jesse said. "Bec, I hate to interrupt, but I'm gonna get dressed and head out."

"You sure you have to go?"

"Yeah, I think it's best. You three obviously have some catching up to do."

Beca rolled her eyes. "You're seriously gonna leave me here with them?" She asked jokingly.

"Trust me, I don't want to but I never told the guys where I was going last night." Jesse said pulling Beca close. "They're gonna wonder where I am."

Beca sighed. "Ok. Call me later?"

"You bet!" he said leaning in to kiss Beca goodbye. The kiss was passionate and as Jesse dipped his tongue into Beca's mouth, he ran her hands through her hair, bending her slightly at the waist. When Beca moaned, Aubrey took the opportunity to clear her throat and remind them that she was still standing there.

"Beca… aren't you going to introduce us to your gentleman caller?" Aubrey asked interrupting their little love fest.

"Oh, suddenly he's a gentleman caller?" Beca asked turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. "What the fuck century are we living in?"

Aubrey ignored Beca and turned toward Jesse. "Hi, I'm Aubrey… Beca's cousin and best friend. This is Amy, she's Beca's best friend."

"Jesse Swanson. Nice to meet you both." Jesse said shaking Aubrey's hand then Amy's.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Aubrey said with a disgusted grimace as she wiped her hand on her jeans. He had just been touching his junk, and other things after all.

Beca sat and watched the exchange between the three. The green eyed monster was definitely making her presence known, and she was really trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. She was gonna kill Luke when she got hold of him.

Jesse turned his attention back to Beca. "Yeah, so… I'm gonna go."

"How are you getting back downtown?"

"I'll call Uber." Jesse said bending down to kiss Beca again before he turned to walk in the house. "See you soon beautiful."

Beca watched as Jesse walked back in the house. Damn, he was sexy. She loved his tattoos and there was a certain piercing that put her right over the edge. She grinned as she thought about the night before.

"Beca, you have to know this is stupid. You brought a total stranger into your home. What if he's casing the joint?"

Beca rubbed her forehead. "Aubrey, calm down. It's not like I'm going to marry the guy. It's just a casual fling. It's nothing at all, really."

"Famous last words!"

... Six months later, Jesse moved in.