"So, Liam, is it? What made you decide to go out with my little sister?" Nathan asked as he turned Liam's way in fake intrigue.

 I let out a long groan and sunk lower down on the sofa. 

A while ago, Liam and I had found a quiet sofa together so we could talk. However, Nathan, being the absolute overconfident jackass he is, decided to wedge his butt right in between the two of us so we couldn't sit together. And if that wasn't bad enough, he had spent the last five minutes interrogating the shit out of Liam for his amusement.

Liam cleared his throat awkwardly, seeming a little uncomfortable. "I...er, thought she was very pretty, so I thought why, not," he shrugged.

"Hmm, interesting, so you only care how pretty a girl looks?" Nathan questioned as he sent a sly look my way. I knew what he was doing, he was clearly trying to imply that Liam was a shitty person who was only after my body.

Liam's eyes widened in panic. "No, no, not at all. I-I also admired how confident she was, and how she-"

"And how good she'd probably be in bed?" Nathan offered in suggestion. 

"Yes!" Liam smiled. 

Then a look of horror crossed over his face as he realized what Nathan actually said. "Actually, no, no, no. I didn't mean that at all," he rambled out as he hurriedly tried to correct himself.

Not wanting to watch this train-wreck for any longer, I sat up and cleared my throat. "Nathan, can I talk to you alone for a second?" I asked abruptly.

Nathan turned my way, and I didn't miss the visible sparks of amusement in his eyes. "Why, yes, sister. I would very much enjoy a good old brother-sister talk with you," he spat out sarcastically. It didn't take an expert to figure out that he was less than impressed with his new title as my brother.

Quickly standing up, I smothered down my skirt before nodding my head in indication for him to follow me. I pushed my way through the various crowds of dancing people before finally making it to the double doors that led to the quiet outdoor area of the club.

Relieved to find the area empty, I immediately swung around to face Nathan. "What the fuck's your problem, Nathan?" I hissed.

"What the fuck's my problem?" he repeated with a laugh."Oh, I don't know, Sophie, maybe it has something to do with the fact that the girl I like told another guy I was her brother," he cried.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I had to say it, otherwise he would have got the wrong idea. He would have thought we were dating," I stammered out frustratedly.

"Well, maybe that's exactly what I want. Maybe I want him to get the wrong idea," Nathan said as he took a step closer to me. Since we were already pretty much chest to chest, I took a cautious step back, not trusting myself to be too close to him.

"Maybe I want him to think you're taken," he whispered as he took yet another step closer to me. This time as I took one back, I jumped as I felt the back of my legs hit the edge of a coffee table.

"Nathan..I..erm..well..I..am," I stuttered out stupidly, feeling incredibly flustered with him so close. Nathan chuckled lowly, his eyes alight with devious intentions.

Then without warning, Nathan hooked an arm around my waist before hoisting me up onto the table. A gasp escaped my lips from the shock of the situation. Then with little resistance from me. Okay, fine, with no resistance from me; he gently parted my legs and wedged himself in between them.

 I swallowed nervously and ignored the very distracting feeling of him drawing smooth little circles over the skin at the edge of my skirt. "N-Nathan, I-I'm supposed to be on a date," I whispered shakily.

 Shaking his head, he lowered his mouth down to my ear. "Yeah, you're supposed to be on a date with me," he mumbled, his hand squeezing my thigh ever so slightly. 

I put my hand shakily over the one he had put on my thigh. But instead of swiping it away as I originally intended to, my hand lingered. Then going against every voice in my head, I guided his hand higher up my legs, all the while intertwining our fingers.

I felt Nathan's lips lift into a smile against my skin, then he dipped his head deeper into my neck before starting to kiss me. He placed soft, needful kisses down the length of my neck, causing me to shiver. Then to torture me more, he squeezed my waist to pull me closer to him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered against my skin. I should have said yes, but instead, I softly shook my head. 

"Good," he mumbled as he continued to press kisses down my neck. 

As he reached the nape, his kisses turned desperate, and he started to suck and nip at the skin, causing a breathy moan to escape my lips. Not being able to take it anymore, I started to dig into the material at the back of his shirt in need. 

"God, you're so hot," he whispered hoarsely, pressing himself into me even more.

He trailed his hands in a delicious motion down my back before dipping underneath the hem of my top. I shivered as his large hand traced against my warm naked skin before coming to a stop at the band of my bra.

 Still sucking on my neck, he tugged at my band in frustration. I could tell he wanted to take it off but was vaguely away that we were still in a public place.

"Do it," I whispered, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

Nathan paused for about a second, but then clearly not needing to be told twice, his fingers fumbled to half-rip, half-unbuckle the bra-free from my back.

With a single tug, it fell down and landed heavily on my lap. This seemed to set off a fire in Nathan, and he grabbed my chin before driving his lips to mine. His lips were as I remembered them, warm, soft, and making me long for each and every mind-numbing movement.

Just as his hand moved to brush against the curve of my naked breast, a loud clatter sound erupted out behind us. 

 Nathan and I both froze. "What on earth is going on?" a voice yelled out in horror.

I quickly ripped open my eyes and looked over Nathan's shoulder to see who was there. And as soon as I saw who it was, I quite simply wanted to die. It was Liam.

His mouth was completely hung open, and his eyes were widened as they stared at Nathan's hand, which was quite deeply embedded under my shirt. 

This didn't look good. At all. 

"Shit," I hissed before grabbing Nathan's wrist and ripping it from underneath my top.

"God, who is it?" Nathan grumbled. Then with a heavy sigh, he pulled away from me and turned around.

As soon as he took in Liam's startled expression, he blinked once, then twice before letting out an ugly snort, which he poorly tried to cover up with a cough. In fact, he was so fucking shit at it that you could see the jackass's teeth breaking through his enormous grim.

I frowned. "It's not funny," I hissed as I gave Nathan a rather aggressive slap around the arm.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed my way over to Liam. "L-look, Liam. This isn't what you think it is," I rambled quickly. "Nathan's not my-"

"You guys are disgusting! Aren't you brother and sister?" Liam spat before I could finish.

My eyes widened, and I frantically shook my head. "No, no, no. Listen, you don't understand. I was lying before and-"

Liam cut me off with the wave of his hand and looked between the two of us in disgust. "Save it, I'm not interested anymore. You guys can enjoy your sick little incest show. I'm out of here," Liam huffed before turning on his feet.

Realizing it was hopeless, I let him leave with the incredibly incorrect assumption that I was hooking up with my brother.

As the door slammed shut behind him, I heard another loud snort before more cackles of laughter broke out behind me.

I swung around to face Nathan, and as soon as I took in the sight of his dickish-self bent over in laughter, I pushed him back in annoyance. "Ugh, you're just so, ugh," I screamed out as I combed a hand through my hair in frustration.

Nathan sobered up and looked up at me in amusement. "Come on, Sophie, lighten up. It was funny, admit it," he smiled.

I stared at him for a while, a smile threatening to escape my lips, but then I soon controlled it and frowned. "No, it wasn't funny. It was embarrassing! He literally thinks I'm a weirdo now," I whined.

"Oh, come on, Sophie, don't pretend like you actually gave a shit about this guy or this date. You only asked him out to get me to back off," he snorted.

I narrowed my eyes defensively. "No, I didn't. I asked him out because I liked him," I lied. 

Nathan cocked up an eyebrow. "Oh really? Is that why you let me suck up all over your neck five seconds ago. Nice hickey, by the way," he teased as he nodded his head down to my neck.

My eyes widened as I realized what he'd done. "Shit, why did you do that?" I whined as I cupped a hand over my neck in embarrassment.

"Because it looks hot on you," he shrugged, not seeming the tiniest bit remorseful. "Oh, and because I was hoping Liam would see it," he winked.

I narrowed my eyes. "What? So you did all of this seduction shit to ruin my date? Is that why you- oh my god...," I whispered as I remembered something.

I let Nathan woods take off my bra. In a club!  I didn't have a bra on...

As though to haunt me of this fact, I felt a cool breeze brush under my shirt and harden my nipples.

I immediately rushed back over to the coffee table to go retrieve it, but I furrowed my brows as I looked left, right, and low, and everywhere yet still couldn't find it. What the fuck?

"Looking for this," Nathan called out behind me.

I immediately turned back around to face him, and to my horror, I found Nathan dangling my strapless black bra before me.

My cheeks immediately flushed hot in embarrassment. "Nathan, give it back," I hissed in embarrassment as I reached out for it. 

 He smirked and quickly dodged me. "No way," he snorted as he held it behind his back.

"Come on, Nathan, don't be childish, just give it back," I hissed as I quickly tried to edge past him to grab it.

He chuckled and side-stepped me again, so it escaped my grip once more. "Sorry, Sophie, but I've got big plans for this bra. It might help me out a little on nights when you're ignoring me," he winked as he tucked the edge of it into his back pocket.

I paused, and stared at him in confusion for a couple of seconds, but then my eyes shot open wide as I realized what he meant. "Nathan, don't you fucking dare! You are not jerking off to my bra. I will literally kill you," I shouted.

Nathan bit his lip, and his shoulders shook with laughter. I tried to lunge for it again, but Nathan kept holding it up too high for me. I was tempted to lob him in the face, but I dismissed the idea, hating the idea of fucking up his handsome face.

Soon, I gave up and glared at him. "Okay, fine, you sicko, keep it. Just drive me home, okay," I snapped before angrily pushing past him.

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"Oh, come on, Sophie, you can't seriously still be mad. I said I was sorry," Nathan snickered as he trailed up my apartment stairs after me. Throughout our whole ride home I had given Nathan the silent treatment, pissed at him for stealing my bra and ruining my date.

Not being able to resist a comment, I glared at him over my shoulder. "If you were really sorry, you'd give me my bra back."

"Ah-ha, you talked to me," Nathan said as he pointed a finger at my lips in excitement.

I rolled my eyes and stormed the rest of the way up the stairs.

As soon as I reached the apartment, I fumbled in my coat pocket for my keys before angrily shoving it into the door.

"Hey, wait?" Nathan said softly, just before I was about to go in.

"What?" I sighed as I turned back around.

"So..do, I get a goodnight kiss?" he whispered, a teasing smirk on his face as his eyes flickered down to my lips.

His eyes help me capture for a few seconds, and I stupidly found myself looking down at his lips. But then I suddenly regained my strength and glared at him.

"Kiss my bra," I hissed before storming into my apartment and slamming the door loudly behind me.

As soon as I was in, I leaned my back against the door and slid all the way down to the floor with a groan.

Tonight could literally not have gone any worse. I was wrong. I didn't have Nathan exactly where I wanted. He had me exactly where he wanted. Which just so happened to be undoubtedly falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

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Author's note:

And that kids is how you successfully break up a date!

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