• Arsenio •

A pounding headache woke me up and the first thing that my brain registered was the woman laying on my chest. A very naked woman around whom my arms were wrapped securely.

I slowly opened my eyes, confusion washing away my sleepiness for every woman I sleep with know to leave my house as soon as we are finished.

Horror settled inside me when I took in the hair splayed over my chest.

No. Fucking. Way.

"Ez?" I breathed out, shocked to the core.

No. This can't be possible.

But when memories from last night flashed across my mind in fractured pieces everything became clear.

"Please, Arsenio." She whispered to me as I trailed kisses down her neck. "Please, I need you."

"What do you want me do, sweetheart?" I licked my way down the valley of her breasts. So, so, sweet.

Then my innocent, little best friend ran her hands down my back teasingly and murmured in my ear seductively, "Fuck me."

Minutes later when I finally entered her and she whimpered, her walls clenching around me as she clung to my neck, I realised she was a virgin. I should have stopped but fuck, the fact that I was her first, sent a fierce sense of possessiveness through me.

Stupid, dumb, foolish, fucking idiot I am! What the fuck did I do?! Best friends don't have sex with each other. Fuck.

I glanced down at her as she slept peacefully, a small smile playing on her lips and when the memory of me taking away her virginity played in my mind, I once again felt that possessiveness.

No. This is fucking wrong. All of this is wrong. I shouldn't have drunk anything to begin with.

Then again even if I was drunk, I should have had some control over myself or did I always wanted to touch her like this? No. My feelings for her were always platonic, never once did I see her as a woman except for once or twice but that's okay and I never wanted to have sex with her.

Fucking hell. I wanted to punch myself, kick my ass.

I wanted to wake her up and discuss with her what just happened but one glance at her peaceful face and I couldn't bring myself to wake her up.

Despite everything, I gently ran my fingers over her head, stroking her hair, sighing, afraid of what was going to happen next.

I scoffed mentally. I am delusion if I think that our friendship would sustain after this. It is going to be fucking awkward. This is where our friendship ends.

Knowing, this was the last peaceful moment between us, I leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

Her nose scrunched up and her breathing got uneven so I pulled back immediately knowing she is going to wake up which she did a few seconds later.

She blinked slowly, baffled and her eyes roamed around the room before landing on me. She stared at me blankly as if she couldn't comprehend what was going on before her eyes slowly widened and she sprang up straight and held the sheets to her chest to hide her body.

Not that I haven't seen everything.

She opened her mouth to probably say something but then closed it and she clutched the sheets tighter and I slowly sat up too, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Arsenio..." She breathed, biting her lips, her brows furrowed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yes?"

Fuck. This was so awkward.

"Did we...?" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing.

"Well, after you begged me to fuck you, I did just that." I snapped then bit my tongue.

It's not her mistake. It's not my mistake either. We were both drunk.

She sucked in a sharp breath, the fire returning to her eyes. "If you were conscious enough to remember that then you could have stopped."

"I was drunk too, okay? I just remembered everything when I woke up. We can't change whatever happened last night." A bit of aggression slipped out despite my best efforts to be calm.

I never showed her my aggressive side. She was always my little cupcake and I treated her like that, protected her always and cared for her but after last night everything is so messed up that I can't help but feel angry at myself.

Gritting my teeth, I got up from the bed and picking up my boxer briefs from the floor, I wore it with my back to her and finally turned to face her and found her sitting there with her cheeks red and eyes closed.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not like you haven't seen everything last night."

Her eyes snapped opened. "Shut up! You are such a jerk."

"Thank you for the compliment, Ms Ezlyn Laurel, now would like to discuss about everything or leave?" My jaw ticked as I stared at her.

She was breathing heavily and shot me a glare. "I would rather leave. You are being a jerk for no reason, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Well, feelings are mutual."

Without any other word, I went inside the bathroom and when I came out minutes later, she was gone.

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Memories from last night played on repeat in my mind no matter how much I tried to take it out of my mind but the feel of her body underneath me, the sound of her moans, the sweetness of her mouth, each and every memory refused to leave me.

And fuck if that didn't turn me on.

I shook my head and slapped myself and leaned against the kitchen countertop. Get a fucking grip.

I roamed around my penthouse, wondering about Ezlyn, I was being a jerk, yes but what could have I done when it was so awkward between us.

We both were always so comfortable around each other and suddenly everything changed. All because of fucking alcohol.

I wanted to smash my collection of all types of alcohol and never touch one again.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the elevator dinged and Zenith stepped out, looking cheerful as always even at ten in the morning.

He was drinking his iced latte as usual through the straw and walked to me. "Hey, bro!"

My lips pressed into thin line and I looked away. Should I tell him what happened? Hell yeah, he would know about it anyway.

Seeing my expression, he set down his coffee on the centre table before taking a seat on the couch and I sat opposite to him.

"Ez was asking about you last night, did you talk to her? Or meet her?" He asked, leaning back.

My face fell on hearing her name. "Hmm..."

"Hmm? What's wrong? You both had a fight or what? But wait, that's impossible considering how you both are always joined at hips."

"I fucked up." I finally confessed.

He arched his brow. "Tell me something new. You always fuck up."

I glowered at him. "More like I fucked Ezlyn." I wanted to take back my words cause talking about Ez like that didn't sound good.

Zen's mouth fell open. "What the fuck? You are kidding, right?"

"No. She was here last night, we got drunk and then kissed which eventually led to her being in my bed. This morning it was so fucking awkward that I kind of chased her away." I explained.

"Woah, woah...I need time to process this. You had sex with her?" His eyes were so wide opened that I feared they might fall off.

"Yes." I gritted my teeth, not liking the sound of it.

"Jesus, Arsenio! I knew you were a fucking playboy but to fuck your childhood best friend?"

"First of all, we were drunk. Secondly, we are not friends anymore."

He shook his head in disappointment. "You guys were inseparable. Look what alcohol did to you both. I am never drinking again, what if one day I kiss you because of it?" Then he cringed visibily. "Eww."

I cringed too. "Eww, shut your imaginations! You are not helping me here."

"What am I supposed to do?" He looked offended.

Sighing in exasperation, I picked up his coffee and took a sip from it and immediately spit it out. "What the fuck is this?! It's too sweet!"

Zen rolled his eyes and snatched back his coffee. "I don't have a black soul like yours."

"Seriously, just get out."

"If you acted like this with Ez then I am sure she is never going to talk to you again." He said nonchalantly, getting up.

"Well fortunately, I am not interested in talking to her either!"

"Really?" He pinned me with a look that said that he didn't believe me. "You think you can go without talking to her for months?"

My jaw clenched. "Yes."

"Really?"

I glared at him. "Yes. It's not like I am mad in love with her."

He cocked his head. "You do love her."

"Platonically." I clarified instantly.

"Do you think you can consider your relationship 'platonic' anymore?" There was a mysterious tilt to his lips which I didn't like.

"Get out, Zenith!"

Chapter completion on: 28/11/22
Published on: 25/1/23