We sat in my living room, playing our third round of Scategories that came after intense games of uno, scrabble and even cranium. I was having a surprisingly good time. Though I kind of hate to say it Orion wasn't all bad he had his moments. That doesn't change the fact I think he's a literal psychopath but it was easier to be around him than I expected. The fact we were three bottles of wine deep probably didn't hurt but still. Spence and Maya definitely helped ease some of my tension from earlier in the kitchen and true to his word, Orion was in fact on his best behavior.

"Theres no way you got more points than me." Spence argued, huffing. I laughed at how innocent he looked right now. His cheeks were rosy, tipsy off the wine and he looked very child like with his arms crossed, starring at me annoyed. I slid my little paper across the table to him and smirked. "Check if you don't believe me." "Babe...its one point difference." Maya laughed. "Yeah, one point that I think is absolute bullshit." He argued, examining all of my answers. We all waited in silence for the minute he starred at it and he groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. "Fine, whatever." I threw my hands up, triumphantly. Everyone laughed and we finished our glasses of wine. "Its getting late, we should go." I gave maya a look and she rolled her eyes playfully. "We're fine, Lil-" I cut her off with a wave of my hand. "You know how I feel about that. It's my one rule." They both nodded and Orion furrowed his eyebrows. "What's your one rule?" "No bike after drinking." Spence said and I nodded. "The guest room is ready for you guys." I nodded my head towards the other bedroom. Maya kissed my head, grabbing Spencers hand, walking towards the second bed room. "Nighty night, Lily!" Spencer sang and I laughed, picking up all the wine glasses.

"Dinner was amazing." I heard Orions deep voice behind me, but with distance between us. "Thank you." I said simply. There was a moment of silence between us before I turned around. "My one rule applies to everyone who enters my house." He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, his shirt lifting enough I could see some of his tattoos peak out. "I can respect that, love." I couldn't help but get lost in though starring at him, tipsy me clearly didn't have as many boundaries as normal me. "Don't look at me like that." He growled, gripping the countertop. I hummed, tearing my eyes away from his body to meet his. "I'm not looking at you like anything." He chuckled, moving from his place to stand in front of me. "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of candy." He said matter-of-factly. I shrugged.

His hands traced down my arms, gently grabbing my wrists. He raised them to press against his flat abdomen. I raised my eyes to him and he smirked. "No strings attached my love. It may be unbearable but I promised my best behavior." He winked playfully. I thought it through for a moment before my hands moved to the bottom hem of his shirt. I slipped my hands under the baggy black shirt, feeling goosebumps raise on his skin and smiled to myself, he's effected by me too. I wanted to see more of his tattoos so I slipped my hands lower, looking up at him as I pulled on the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms, and I lifted his shirt over his head, laying it on the counter beside him. My eyes followed along gorgeous black ink. He had a fairly good amount but he wasn't completely covered. My fingertips traced along an abstract paint brush stroke that went from his shoulder down the side of his abdomen, down to his v-line and even lower than his jeans hung on his hips. When my finger reached just above his jeans he sucked in a breath, gripping the counter top.

I couldn't hide my smirk when I saw his cock twitch against his jeans. "I should probably go to bed." I said quietly, my eyes still fixated on the bulge in his pants. His gaze was heavy on me, burning through me and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. His hands left the counter, gently resting on my hips. "You probably should." He said just above a whisper. My eyes met his and his bright green orbs were dark as they fell on me. He pulled me closer to him, his bare chest now touching mine. Flashbacks from last night in the parking lot flooded my mind. "I need you to understand just how much self restraint it's taking not to rip those clothes off you right now and fuck you in this kitchen with your friends in the next room." His deep voice lit a fire in my stomach at the thought. And lord help me, drunk me wanted to say fuck it and let him.

If I was any other girl who actually had any experience with sex in any way (and not just with myself) there was no doubt in my mind I wouldn't be jumping at the opportunity to be fucked by him. But I'm not. And I can just image his disappointment when he found out I couldn't satisfy him like I'm sure other women have. I let out a soft sigh and stepped back, out of his grasp. I could see the utter disappointment and frustration on his face. "I'll get you some pillows and blankets." I cleared my throat, walking out of the room. I grabbed some out of the hall closet and walked back into the living room to set up a makeshift bed. I have a large, plush sectional couch so there's no doubt in my mind he'd be comfortable. When I was done I turned around. Orion was watching me with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall. He'd put his shirt back on, much to my disappointment. "Goodnight." I said softly, walking by him to go to my room. He caught my wrist, pulling me back to him. His lips crashed into mine, leaving me breathless with no time to react. My body melted into him and my lips fell into synch with his. He was making it extremely hard for me to just brush him off as some weird psychopath. After a minute he pulled away. "Goodnight, my love." He breathed, a smile tugging on his lips. I turned and headed back to my room without another word.

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I woke up relatively early, hoping everyone would be gone. Unfortunately I could hear faint sounds and voices coming from the kitchen. I went to the bathroom and made myself semi presentable before grabbing my glasses and walking out to the kitchen. Maya and Spencer were sitting at the counter, drinking juice, wrapped in conversation while Orion was standing at the stove with a towel thrown over his shoulder. My cheeks heated just thinking of last night. It looked like Spence had given him a pair of sweatpants he kept here since him and Maya were changed.

"Good morning peach!" Maya beamed at me. I gave her a smile, walking into the kitchen. "Good morning, you sleep okay?" I asked and she grinned. "Of course we did! That mattress is like heaven." I laughed as I walked towards my coffee maker. "Coffee anyone?" I asked, turning it on. "Please." I heard Orions deep gravely morning voice from next to me. I glanced over at him and bit my lip. He looked absolutely edible. The black sweatpants hung low on his hips and he had on no shirt, his hair was messy and he looked tired. He looked up and caught my eye, smirking when he saw I was looking at him. "Good morning love. How do you like your eggs?" He asked. I shrugged. "However is fine." He chuckled at my flustered look before turning his attention back to the three pans of food he had going.

I made us both a cup of coffee, setting his next to him on the counter. "Can I help with anything?" I asked sipping the hot liquid. He hummed, turning towards me. "That's okay, my love, I've got it. We'll call it even for dinner." He winked and I rolled my eyes playfully, leaning against the island Maya and Spencer were sitting at. Maya was eyeing me suspiciously and Spencer had a smirk on his face. I raised my eyebrows at them. "Well this is a little unsettling." Maya mumbled and I laughed. "What?" She shrugged, glancing from me to Orion. "Say what you want to say Maya, I don't give a shit." I said humorously, she wanted to say something but didn't want to in front of him. "You're just usually such a bitch to anyone else besides us it's weird to see you being, dare I say nice to someone else. You seem weirdly comfortable." Orion laughed behind me, feeling the need to throw in his two sense. He turned around, leaning next to me. "See, she called you a bitch. I said you were bitchy. There is most definitely a difference." I rolled my eyes at him. "Doesn't make it any better." He hummed, turning back to the food. "Don't make him feel wanted, he's already showed up at my work and now my home." I said and everyone laughed. "Clearly you didn't mind me coming to your work." Orion said and I turned to him. He wore a knowing smirk, obviously seeing the new vehicle in the drive way. "If you're going to be creepy, I might as well get something out of it." I teased, grabbing a piece of bacon. Spencer laughed, clearly knowing what we were both talking about while Maya looked confused.

"What do you mean?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "Oh she hasn't told you?" I heard the click of the stove turning off and Orion sat plates in front of everyone. His hands rested on either side of me on the counter after he sat my plate down. "I gave her a twenty thousand dollar tip." His voice was calm, like it was no big deal and mayas jaw fell open. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back before he stepped to the side, starting to eat off his plate. "That's...i can't even...oh my god." She stuttered, a loss for words. I laughed before stuffing my face with a big bite of French toast. "I told you he's a psychopath." I mumbled after I had swallowed. God damnit, he's a good cook to.

Maya and Spencer left soon after breakfast and I was picking up the plates. "Let me help you." Orion said, walking into the kitchen. He'd put his black shirt from last night back on thank god. "I am more than capable of doing them myself." I stopped him, looking at him expectingly. He laughed, shaking his head. "If you insist, angel." I nodded. "Well, it's been fun and all but I'd really like my peace and quiet back." I said bluntly, crossing my arms. He hummed, raising his eyebrows. "Is that so?" He started to walk closer but I stopped him. "Nope. You caught me in a weak, very rare state of tippsiness last night. I meant exactly what I said. I am not what you want and I am not looking to be some brief fixation." I said sternly. He huffed. "And here I thought we were getting along. You seem to have your mind made up about what you think I want when clearly I've told you it's you. I've showed you it's you." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not the type of person who you waltz in and swoon with money, good looks and sex. Two days of playing nice isn't going to get you in my pants."

I could tell he had a lot to say but held his tongue. "Fine. I won't argue with you today, I have somewhere to be." He said, seemingly disappointed with that fact. "Good." I nodded in satisfaction. He grabbed his jacket, phone and keys, heading towards the door. "Oh but one more thing, love." He stopped after he had opened it. "Tipsy you should really learn to keep her moans to herself, it was certainly a treat to hear you moan my name. But I promise you it won't be the last time." He smirked before closing the door. My heart sunk. No. There's no way I did that knowing he was right outside of my door. Oh god. He heard me moaning his name.