I wake up the next morning utterly confused as to where I am. A few seconds later, the events of yesterday come crashing down to me. I massage my temple and turn to my left to wake Drake up. To my utter surprise the space is empty.

"Drake! Drake!" I call out softly so as to not disturb anyone else who is sleeping in the house.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock.

Who is here now? And this kind of knocking is done to ask permission for entrance in royal chambers, so....

"Come in." I mutter slightly confused. The door opens revealing Francis with his left hand behind his back and right hand holding a tray of breakfast.

"Good morning. Here is your breakfast."

I cover myself up with the blanket and see him smirking. I roll my eyes and reply. "Fuck off, Johansen. I know you have seen more of me. All of me rather. But I find you know who I am or else you wouldn't have brought the breakfast for me. Keep it and leave."

"Don't order me around like I am your slave. This food is for Drake. Whenever we three are here, one of us plays butler for the other two. It is my turn today that's it."

I roll my eyes. Stupid boys and their stupid games.

Click.

The en-suite bathroom door open revealing a drool worthy Drake.

Mmmm.

I know!

His hair is in a wet disarray. A white towel is thrown around his neck, the one that he is using to dry his hair. Water droplets are trickling down his chest and vanishing in yet another fluffy looking white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Morning, France!"

"You look a little too happy. Don't tell me one night with this girl has made you forget that you sister is missing."

Francis pronounces the phrase this girl with clear distaste and raises one of his eyebrows towards the end of this sentence. Drake rolls his eyes at him and walks towards the closet. He grabs two t-shirts, one grey and one white. To Francis he says, "Leave the breakfast and go. No need to be so irritating early in the morning. And as for the girls, you worry about your girlfriend and leave my sister to me."
Francis glares at him but doesn't say anything. He leaves the breakfast on the bedside table and leaves closing the door with a loud..

Bang!

I sigh at his childish behavior. Drake chucks the grey t-shirt at me and wears the white one himself. I look at the t-shirt in my lap.

Grey.

Gray.

Charlotte.

Last nigh....

Thwack!

A black t-shirt slides into my lap. I look up to glare at Drake but find him scratching the back of his neck."Sorry.." he mumbles. "I didn't realize that I threw the wrong Tee at you.." He walks up to me and takes the grey one his hand. "Take a bath and change. You are stinking." He pinches the bridge of his nose and pretends to gag. I smirk and reply, "Puhlease.. You and I both know that I don't stink. You just want see me without a top." Drake blushes hard and shakes his head furiously. "You change. I am facing that side. Or if you want I can leave."

"Nah! Stay. You can even see if you want."

"No..no thanks. I think I will pass." He faces the wall.

Awe! He is so sweet. His cheeks are looking like an apple. I want to eat him.

Shut up, Greta. Not so early in the morning.

You dirty minded creature! I didn't mean it like that! Urgh! I was trying to say he looks too cute when blushing.

I know.

You are probably the only creature who teases her conscience!

Well I am special.

No you are not!

I don't bother continuing the argument as I see Drake has already worn a pair of loose trousers.

See, for you I missed the show. Idiot, Greta.

Pervert!

As if you are not when it concerns Walters.

*silence*

I pull off the t-shirt I am wearing(it belongs to Drake) and wear the black one that he gave me just now. Drake is facing away. I shake my head smiling. Any other male would have tried to see. I am reminded of what Drake had said me earlier, about him not being any other male. I catch a glimpse of the cupboard.

"Gosh, Walters! Your cupboard is a total mess!"

He sighs and replies, "I know. I will sort it out later. I am too hungry right now to do anything else." He eyes the breakfast hungrily.

"Fine. You have your breakfast, I am gonna clean this mess. Might as well do some good thing while I am here."

"No leave it, Trice. It's okay. I will do it later."

I shake my head and stand up on the bed. Drake's t-shirt covers me upto my mid-thigh, almost the size of the dress I wore to school yesterday. Drake immediately looks away. I chuckle.

"Come on, Walters. This is not the first time I am wearing something so short. You can look at me."

He shakes his head violently and replies, "True. But this time is the first time that I am aware of the fact that you are not wearing anything inside."

I smirk. Frankly, after having been confirmed that Charlotte is a virgin and since I know that Emily is so too, I am not that tensed. Both of them are trained in Martial arts. Also they are intelligent. So, I am sure they will be able to help themselves. We can only speed up the inevitable.

I walk up to Drake with slow deliberate steps. "Draaaake!", I purr. He looks up and meets my eyes. I smirk and lick my lips the moment his eyes fall on them. He gulps as his fists clench and unclench. As I reach him, I put his hands on my waist and press against him. He still intensely stares at my eyes. But I notice the slight shift as his eyes become hooded and somewhat dark. " Trice, what.." I place my right forefinger on his lips and say, "Sshh, baby. Try to remember how we were tangled with each other last night. And what my lips were doing to you." He groans and closes his eyes. I can feel him trying to control. I begin torturing him with slow tantalizing kisses from his left ear to the corner of his mouth and down his jaw and till the base of his neck. His breathing quickens. And he grabs my face and claims my lips. We continue kissing each other till we need to pull back for air. I can feel the lust growing in me and sense his as well. I even feel his growing excitement. I smirk at him. But unlike other times he does not become dumb while blushing. He does blush though. But manages to croak out, "Yo..your fau..fault. You..ma..ma...manage."

"You really want me to manage?"

He nods then shakes his then again nods when I touch his cheek and again shakes his head. "Decide fast, baby." I whisper in his ears. He closes his eyes and groans. Knowing that I have him where I wanted him, I pull back with a satisfied smile.

"Well since you are so indecisive, I might as well clean the cupboard. Have your breakfast. Feed me as well."

He opens his eyes and glares at me. I stick out my tongue at him and knot my hair somewhat. I begin to work as Drake goes to the en-suite bathroom, probably to relive himself.

Poor boy.

I chuckle and then break into a full blown laughter when I hear him call out of the bathroom, "You will have to pay for this, Trice! I will make sure of that!"

I then begin stacking his clothes properly in the cupboard. By the time I finish my work Drake comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist. I smirk. He glares at me. Takes a trouser from the cupboard and pauses before leaving, "How did you clean this so fast?" I shrug. "It wasn't hard." He shoots me an impressed smile and goes to the bathroom and returns a few seconds later after having worn the pair of trousers. I am already seated on his bed. He divides the food into the two plates. One that held the food and one that was made the cover.

"Eat on your own."

I pout but he ignores me.

Grumbling I have my breakfast. After having finished it I place the plate back on the table. Drake cleans both our plates of leftovers by putting those in a plastic. I poke him but he ignores me. Before I can poke him again, I hear the revving of the engine nearby.

Okay, so Kevin Parker is here....

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