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Authors: Pfeiffer Jayst
Allie
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Even though I had known who my mother had gotten engaged to and even though I knew I was going to come face to face with this jerk, seeing him in person again just destroyed me in a way I wasn't prepared for. And more so, he came to my house with
her
. Seeing the two of them standing right in front of me just poured extra salt in the wound that had never healed over.
“Is this a joke?” Finn spat out with more anger than was necessary, apparently he hadn't been made aware he'd have to face me again. His tart of a girlfriend looked confused but I'd let him explain, she was his problem, not mine. My lips pursed together as I did my best to hold it together, not offering the hospitality I would've normally under different circumstances.
“Vida,” she said with her hand extended in a likely genuine attempt at friendliness. Even though I felt a strong hatred for this woman, it was impossible to ignore how not only how pretty she was, but how damned hot she was. Even if I wasn't about to become related to Finn, I couldn't compete with this. Vida was a knockout and I was some website flunky who could barely rub two nickles together. My clearance bought flats burned on my feet once I noticed her high-end footwear. She outperformed me in every aspect and for that I hated her even more. The only advantage I did have was that it seemed unlikely that she knew about Finn and I, about the days spent wrestling on that hotel bed, shut off from the world and intertwined as though we needed each other to survive. She had no idea that Finn was my first and that we were in love. That we had something way stronger than whatever they thought they had together.
“Allison.” I shook her hand while staring down Finn with an icy glare normally reserved for enemies, which he had made sure to become.
Vida picked up on something, though clearly she didn't know what. “You two know each other?”
“Nah, never met. Allison, is it?”
My blood boiled as I was now forced to play along with his lie. The awkward moment that was about to occur was saved by Dakota, making herself useful for the first time this trip.
“Dakota!” the intern happily announced as she landed right in front of the biggest rock star in the world. “I work with Allie at Mikki's List, the website. We're here for her mom's wedding and to interview you too!”
It was hard to figure out who I wanted to kill more, the man who mercilessly broke my heart, the bimbo with him or the stupid intern who just showed our cards. Finn seemed amused by the revelation, a weird smile starting to creep across his creepy face.
“That so? Well, how about I give you the exclusive, Dakota? You go inside and pick any bedroom you want and we can do the interview in private.”
The young girl was too naive to realize she was being propositioned. She turned and raced into the house before I snagged her arm to keep her with me. Finn's girlfriend and I both shot him a look of absolute disgust but I'm sure she's been down this road with him before. As if marking her territory, this Vida grabbed onto his arm and hugged him like a girlfriend would, making my stomach turn.
“You two can sleep in the room right off to the right when you walk inside. We'll stay out of your way.” When I retreated back into the house, to my chagrin, Dakota was nipping right at my heels. My shadow that I wasn't going to be able to get rid of.
Unfortunately for me, my old room had two beds in it and the plucky intern had no problem assuming she could join me in there. As I buried my face in the pillow and wished to be anywhere else in the world, Dakota didn't feel the need to shut up about how Finn,
the
Finn, had talked to her.
“And he's soooo much hotter in person.”
My head pushed deeper down in the pillow as I hoped and prayed this trip could just be over. What's worse, as I was finally able to tune her out, even with eyes firmly shut, all I could do was see him. She was right, he is so much hotter in person and it pained me to admit that to myself. Even after all the lies and all he had done, I couldn't help but see the man who stole my heart standing out there in my mom's front yard. Now returned to my home territory was the boyish grin that melted me the first time I saw it and the hulking yet inviting body that made my hair stand on end. I tried to think of anything to get my mind off of him and only when I fantasized about placing a pillow over Dakota's face was I finally able to find some temporary peace.
“Ok, I'm sorry, I'll stop,” Dakota's voice cut through my fantasy of suffocating her, “I shouldn't talk about how hot he is. He's your brother now.”
*****
Finn
Allie ran off to her room before I even had a chance to register what in the world was going on. Out of all of the available women in the world, somehow my father had found the mother of the only girl that made me feel the way Allie did.
When we showed up at the farmhouse and I stepped out of the limo, Allie didn't seem to be as shocked as I felt. She probably knew, how could she not? The reach of my celebrity was wide and the news probably found her well before I had any idea. Even so, as she stood there biting her lip nervously with a strand of hair falling down the side of her face, she looked adorable, even if she was unable to hide the hate brewing behind her eyes. The tight, white tank top and tighter blue jeans wrapped her up in a nice little bundle of hate, something I wasn't used to feeling directed at me.
My first assumption was that a prank was being pulled on me, that some tv show somehow knew this intimate and secret detail of my life and in any moment, cameras would emerge to reveal this giant joke being played on me. If that were the case, there would be high hell to pay for whoever was responsible for the idea. It was too cruel to ever be considered entertainment. I mean, Allie made me feel different, way different than I had ever felt before or after I had met her. To myself I may even admit that she made me actually believe in love and hope to one day be able to experience it longer than a couple of days. There were no cameras emerging though, this was looking like it may be just a horrible coincidence.
“There's your room. Bye.”
Allie was curt and to the point of almost being rude. She didn't wait to catch up or to let me explain, instead remaining icy as anger clearly bubbled inside of her. Her hatred so strong she couldn't even look me in the eyes, couldn't even look my way for more than half-a-second. She left us alone almost as quickly as she had appeared, making me to be with feelings of abandonment.
Vida led the way into the room that had been set aside for us, obviously prepared with the assumption that we would want to be sharing a bed. With Allie in the house though, my priorities had shifted. Now Vida and every other woman in the whole world paled in comparison to the beautiful Allie-gator.
We had barely begun to unpack when the younger girl, the one who wanted the interview, poked her head in the room.
“Hope you're decent. I'm going to run to the store, does anyone want anything?”
Before I could tell her that we could get our own stuff, Vida piped in that she wouldn't mind a trip. The two were gone in no time, new best friends who didn't flinch at the idea of leaving me and Allison alone together in the house. Why would they? They didn't know.
After my gorgeous songwriter and the plucky, young lady left for the store, I figured it was a good time to go exploring my father's new house. The tight, black t-shirt I had been wearing all day felt a little constrictive and sweaty so it was discarded onto the bed. I left topless, thinking nothing of it, I was making myself at home.
The farmhouse was well decorated just not with any of my father's personality. He sure seemed happy but I wondered why much so if this home was void of his personal touch. Maybe that's what love is, changing yourself to better fit with the one you love.
The stirring I heard in the kitchen didn't stop me from moving forward, it only encouraged me to go inspect. The sounds of my footsteps clearly disrupted Allison though, as soon as she heard me getting closer, all noise from the kitchen stopped.
“Hey there,” I offered as my head and hulking, shirtless torso entered the room before the rest of me. Allie looked like a deer in headlights, frozen stiff with eyes wide open.
“I'll be out of here in a minute,” she said while spreading something on a bagel at break-neck speed. She looked so damned cute standing there with her hair tied behind her head, concentrating on her snack. It was too much for me to stay away.
“You don't have to leave,” I purred while sidling up next to her frozen stiff body. She wouldn't even look at me, furiously buttering her bread while doing her best to keep her body away from mine, a far cry from just a few months ago.
“C'mon now, it's been so long.” My hands found her sides as I tried to pull her closer into me, something she was definitely not into. In an attempt to make herself very clear, Allie pulled herself away quickly and held the butter knife up in a defensive manner.
“No. Stop. Get away.”
My hands went up to defend myself because, to be honest, I wasn't sure she didn't intend to use that knife in a vicious way. No amount of pleading on my behalf seemed to change her mind, my typically effective charm not making a dent in her hardened defense. Inexperienced with rejection, I continued to try to get her back on my side.
“Why are you being like this?” I asked, certain she'd come around. Instead she looked angrier than she had the whole time I was there.
“You do not get to come into my house and act like everything is ok. I don't know your dad yet but you better pray that he's nothing like you. If he even thinks of hurting my mother...”
Her anger wasn't a surprise but when I saw how hurt she looked, it made me feel really bad. The only thing I could think of was trying to make things better. I opened my arms as I started to approach her.
“Come here...” I offered and only later could see why she looked at me the way she did. The knife in her hand raised again and threatened to pierce through my tanned muscles. Allie backed out of the room while still facing me, the knife ready to come into action if it needed to.
*****
Allie
With a seething rage I stormed back into my room to bury my face in a pillow and wonder just how I was going to get through this. The torture from this prick extended past these next few days; Finn was now going to be a part of my family. There was no way I was going to be able to get rid of him. I don't know that I had ever felt such complete helplessness, feeling trapped with no idea of how I could possibly live a life with him as my brother. A cruel twist of fate had let my mother fall in love with the father of the only person that I despised so much.
Alone in that bedroom I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of anything besides Finn. When I tried to remember my life far away in New York City, I thought of work which led me to remember that I had an assignment due. An assignment about the very man who was making me so miserable. The very man who the whole world apparently loved. If only they knew what a heartless prick he was, if only they could see past his taut muscles, his guitar skills and disarming smile. Maybe if I could get people to see past all of that to learn about the shallow prick who didn't give a damn about an inexperienced girl's heart.
”Don't you wish we could stay here together, in this hotel room, just you and me, forever?”
”Finn, we both know this has to eventually end...”
”But why? We're adults, we can do whatever we want. I don't want to lose you, Allie-gator...”
As my mind remembered those days locked away in the hotel room, my body responded on its own by slowly rocking back and forth on a pillow underneath me. My thighs betrayed me by clamping tightly and thrusting my pelvis into the contours of the cushion.
”You're all I want, all I've ever wanted Allie...”
”Finn..,” was all I could mutter as I bit the side of my lip while the boy entered me slowly, sliding himself into my awaiting femininity.
”I think I'm falling too hard, too fast...” He brought himself in and out of me as our arms sought more of each other, pulling and clawing at each other's bare skin, needing to feel all of each other.
“Finn,” I attempted to whisper but was disrupted by the joy his grinding hips were providing me. “Oh my God, Finn...”
The magic we had together in that hotel room was a mirage and I now knew better than to ever hope for something like it again. I had been so naive and inexperienced when I met him, too green to know that it was all fantasy. The lesson I learned over the past few weeks was to never let my guard down like that again, never allow myself to be hurt so deep. I'm a bit ashamed though to admit that there were still plenty of times where I closed my eyes and hoped desperately for that Finn to return to me again. I so badly wished I could believe in magic, to know that what I felt in that hotel room was real. I grinded myself harder into the pillow, unable to stop myself from at least pretending that it was all possible.
“Knock knock...” a male voice broke my trance. For the split second before I looked up, I refused to believe Finn would've been so brazen as to show up at my door. Of course he was standing right there.
“Get! Away!” I yelled while throwing a different pillow to try and scare him off. It didn't work.
“Just seeing what you're up to, see if you wanted to hang out.” Out came his cheeky smile, the one that told me how much he was amused by himself. Instead of charming me though, it only made me want to kill him more. It was time to set things as straight as I could. Marching over to the doorway where he stood, I wouldn't have been surprised if steam started billowing out of my ears.
“Listen, I can't stand you. You're the worst person I've ever met. Believe me when I say that I'm devastated that we'll now be related. I want nothing, absolutely nothing to do with you so just leave me alone!”
That stupid grin grew wider. “You're gonna have to work on your bedside manor if you think you're gonna get an exclusive interview. I don't just give them to anyone, sis.”
Both he and I were aware of just how much I did need him. Not only was I forced to interact with him because of my mother's foolish heart, but my career depended on him. It didn't occur to me that he could hold that over my head.
“Don't you think you owe it to me? You know, a gesture to make up for being such a piece of shit?”
I wasn't normally one to curse and after seeing how hurt he was by my statement, I started to regret it pulling it out right then. Finn just shook his head. I'm not made of stone so my arm reached for his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him with an apology, something he completely took the wrong way.
“Finn, no!” I blurted out as his hand found my side and he attempted to pull me in closer. The conflicting emotions ran rampant in my head as I tried to twist away. Rejecting him when we weren't face-to-face was easy. Here where I could feel his body heat and smell the musk I had once known so well, my body screamed for him to take me right there. If I didn't get away from him quickly I wasn't going to be able to control myself. My body leapt to the other side of the room, letting the bed act as a barrier between us, as I straightened my clothes in a huff.
“What's wrong with you? We're going to be brother and sister!”
He looked a bit confused when I relayed that information. His head cocked and his brow furrowed as if this was the first he was hearing of the news. I watched as that confusion slowly left him, his face straightened and he returned to being his true self: a cocky, arrogant ass.
“Not yet,” he said as he winked at me. My arms crossed my chest and a deep scowl formed on my face. The steam that had been building inside of me left immediately as I tried to understand just how demented my new relative was. When my foot started to tap hard against the floor, he understood what it meant.
“Ok, ok. I'll see you later, sis.”
As soon as I knew he was gone, I slammed the door as hard as I could and silently cursed what my life had become.
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