*Three Weeks Later*

"Left Matt! Your fucking left!!"

"I.." Matt reached his leg up and hit right. "Know that!!"

I sighed and shook my head at him. "This is pitiful to watch."

I swear he's either acting like he doesn't know what he's doing or he's just that stupid. I mean how the hell do you confuse your left and right?

"So then why do you keep hitting with your right and not the left like you're supposed to?"

He paused to glare at me. This is way too much fun. I pulled out his phone from my coat pocket and opened up his Instagram.

After I took a video of him I put the caption as: Left Left Left Left fucking hate Left

I also took a picture as well. Almost immediately his phone started buzzing with notifications from the fans.

Again he glared at me before he got out of the ring. "Hand it over Brooke."

I gave him a smile and tossed him his phone; which he dropped.

"Smooth move Matty!" I called to him.

Behind me I could hear the faintest mutter of "fuck you".

Oh Matty you have no idea what you've started, I thought and smirked.

"Are you offering Matt?" I asked in my best seductive voice.

He stared back at me completely stunned. Right as he was about to say something he quickly closed his mouth and turned his back to me.

Poor guy can't even come up with a comeback.

"The only person who you should be saying that to is me." A deep voice said from behind me.

I smiled to myself and turned around to see my ever so loving boyfriend, George. I gave him a sweet smile and tilted my head to the side.

His arms snaked around my waist as he pulled me close to him. My arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh but every time we try to we're always interrupted." George smirked and pulled me along behind him. Where the hell he's taking me I'm not entirely sure but I know that I'm going to enjoy it.

When we got outside he held open the door to his car for me like a gentleman. I rolled my eyes and slid into the backseat and quickly pulled my shirt off and tossed it at him. In response he got in and almost instantly my lips were met with his and his hands were already working at the button to my jeans.

I hooked my legs around is waist, pulling him closer to me as his hand slipped inside of my silk underwear.

"Damn already you're fucking wet." He mumbled against my lips. I could feel his rough fingers massage my clit. My body bucked against his hand.

"George stop teasing me..." I panted, he smirked down at me. Lust was clearly written in his eyes.

"We only ever make it through that foreplay shit before being interrupted."

His smirk grew wider as he slipped three fingers into me causing me to gasp. He began to pump his fingers faster. I reached my hand down and grabbed onto his arm.

"Just fuck me already." I said through clenched teeth.

"Someone's a bit demanding."

*skipping the kinky sex*

"Damn Brooke..." George panted heavily, his breath tickled my neck. I smiled and kissed his chest.

"We have got to do this more often." His arms wrapped tighter around me.

Well damn, I may have only had sex once before in my life but I never would've imagined that I'd be able to pleasure a grown man properly.

I laughed at my own thoughts and sighed. I guess you really do learn new things about yourself everyday.

"Brooklyn where did you learn how to do all that?"

I thought about it and realized that when I'd lost my virginity it was nothing compared to this, and I hadn't done any of the things I just did. So really that was a damn good question.

Maybe it was from all those books I'd read while in the hospital that the nurse had in her bag. Me and some of the girls would steal her books sometimes just to piss her off but then we started reading them.

I ended up just shrugging his question off and said, "I never reveal my secrets."

"I thought that was magicians who never reveal their secrets?"

"Could be bo-" My words were cut off by a light bang sound. I sat up and pulled on the first shirt that my hand had touched and looked around the car for the source of the noise.

"You heard that right?" I asked George as he pulled on his boxers and jeans. I noticed them that I was wearing his shirt. Quickly I pulled it off and handed it to him then put on my own shirt.

On the right hand side of the car I saw a large shadow move followed by another. I waited until it disappeared to get out of the car.

George tried to stop me but I just quieted his protests by kissing him again. He smiled happily and leaned back in the seat. When I shut the door and made it around to the back of the car I saw Jordon hunched down.

"Did you enjoy the view Sir Charles?"

He looked up at me with saddened eyes and asked, "Can I join?"

"You are such a pig Jordon Terell."

"But I'm a sexy pig who needs love too."

"Ugh just leave Jordon!" I yelled and stormed back inside the training gym where Matt was still trying to alternate his kicks between left and right. I sighed and laid back on the floor and watched his display of failed athleticism.

Soon after Matt had given up for the day George came back in with a pissed off expression covering his face. No doubt he and Jordon had a lovely chat.

He walked right up to me and picked me up, wrapped my legs around  his waist and held onto my ass for support. His lips crashed into mine right as Jordon walked into the gym with the rest of the band including my brother and Vanessa. When George finally pulled away from me he turned to glare at Jordon, who hung his head in embarrassment.
"She's mine." He said venomously.

I sighed and hid my face in his chest. Why do I get the feeling that there is going to be quite a bit of tension between those two from now on?

After George sat me back down on my feet my phone began to buzz in my pocket.

"Hello?" I asked. Who the hell would be calling me?

I was met with silence then a loud slam of a car door came through the receiver. "Brooklyn?"

"Katrina?!" I asked in a hushed whisper.

"I need your help."