White sheets are wrapped around my body as I sit in Derek's bed, looking like utter shit and the scenes of last night run in my throbbing head.

"Hey babe!" He says, as he places wet kisses on my bare shoulder.

I cringe at the contact of his lips and shoot him a warning glare. He knows how hangovers absolutely suck for me, yet he's horny this early in the morning.

He chuckles when he takes in my features and gets out of the bed, walking towards his closet and taking out sweatpants for himself.

"You were demanding last night." He smirks.

"Yeah, and drunk as hell!" I retort.

He laughs and throws my skinny jeans from the floor at me, "Put on your clothes and run from here before my parents come home."

I scowl at him but get out of the bed anyway. I think about taking shower when I hear him say again, "Hurry up lady! I am going to make coffee for you, get your little ass down there in two minutes." With that he leaves the room and I sigh.

Derek is an asshole! All he cares about is sex and alcohol, but then so do I. The only reason I tolerate his annoying ass at times is because there's one thing about this guy - he sure knows how to get his tongue and hands to good use, not that I remember a lot of it the next morning.

I pull my black tank top over my head and slide into my blue skinny jeans. When I stand in front of the mirror, my hair looks no better than a bird's nest so I quickly throw them in a bun. I carry my heels in my hand and step down the staircase to the large living room. I walk over to Derek in kitchen, his back is to me, showing off his tattoo. When I reach him, I trail my hands at the exposed skin of his toned muscles.

He turns around and even before I witness it, I know he would be smirking, and when my eyes meet his face, sure as hell a smirk is stretched across his face.

"I see you changed your mind," he says in a husky tone as his hands tighten their grip on my waist.

I don't think it would make a difference if I would reply, so I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to my level. His lips instantly meet mine and a lustful moan escape his lips when my other hand brushes against his hard self. He picks me up from my waist and makes me sit on the kitchen counter as he stands in front of me. I run my hands through his hair and he moves down further to my neck. His tongue nibbles on the skin there and I know what he's trying to do so I nudge him.

"Don't even think about it," I tell him, trying to sound serious but my voice comes out as panting.

He smirks but I am glad when he doesn't go for my neck again. He was trying to mark me, but I don't take hickeys from anyone. Be it fucking Derek or any other sex-crazed bastard. My lips again meets his and this time he moves his hand to my breast and as he cups it, I feel the same rush as I do everytime when it comes to sex.

"Derek!"

When he hears his name coming from the source other than me, it takes him just a nanosecond to pull himself away and stand straight. I try to hold in my chuckle as he almost trips over his own foot.

"What are you doing?" I look to the left to find our source of disturbance. A guy with dark brown hair stands at the entrance of the kitchen with his mouth still wide open from the shock. I smirk at his expanse, he's wearing loose T-shirt and a sweatpants matching to Derek's.

"He was going to fuck me but you just spoiled that!" I say as I try faking a pout as I jump from the kitchen counter.

The guy looks taken aback at my reply because his eyes go wider, if that's even possible.

"Er.. I - I am s-sorry! I didn't mean to, you know, interrupt like that." He stutters, looking anywhere but me and I hold in a giggle. I look at Derek who himself looks amused by the whole situation.

"Who is he?" I ask him.

"Aaron, my younger brother." Derek responds in a bored tone.

I gape at him and look at the guy - Aaron - again. This time however a giggle erupt from my mouth, "Are you kidding? He's your brother?" I laugh at Derek.

I know I am being a total bitch, making fun of him like that, but I couldn't help it. This is how I am. And the guy looks like he just saw Derek murdering someone. Chill dude! We were just making out. I have heard a lot of things about him from his brother, all the bad things though.

Derek shoots me a glare and I recover myself, "Sorry babe, I was just.. surprised? I mean, he looks like an innocent child and you look like an absolute fuckboy." I tell him and smirk.

He scowls at me but then turns to his brother, "What do you want?" He asks, completely annoyed.

Aaron doesn't respond to him, just stands there with flushed cheeks as if it was him just being caught while making out.

"A threesome, perhaps?"

"What?" Aaron shrieks.

"Diana!" Derek growls at me but betrays his own self when he ends up chuckling.

I look at Aaron who looks even more flustered than before and I double over the floor while laughing like a maniac.

"Aaron, go away bro! She's crazy." Derek tells him with a hint of amusing smile still lingering on his lips.

Aaron nods but before he turns around I speak, "Actually, he's just too uptight! I ain't really that crazy." I smirk.

He huffs but then meets my eyes as he says, "You know what? I am not really uptight, I just don't have habit of being a whore like you and fuck around with people in their kitchen at eleven in the morning."

To say I am taken aback would be an understatement but it takes me less than two seconds before a smirk stretches across my lips, "I see, babyboy has got some voice to speak for himself after all." I say and cross my arms in front of my chest.

He looks completely irritated when he turns around and leaves the kitchen.

"What was that?" Derek asks when him and I are alone in the kitchen.

"An entertainment for you to enjoy, had fun?"

He laughs as he runs a hand through his hair, "Well, yeah! But your entertainment session before that was better."

So, ladies and gentlemen, this is Derek McCall, the only person you'll find horny all the time.

"Just in case you're forgetting, about half an hour ago you were kicking my ass out of here because your parents were about to come." I remind him and his expression immediately changes.

"Fuck! I completely forgot about them. Just drink up your coffee already."

I ignore his comment as I pour the coffee he made for me in a mug. He's just panicking around here, though his parents are a little uptight like his brother, and hates my gut to death I know they won't be home for another hour.

I've known Derek from two months, caught twice by his parents as we were making out - once in his bedroom, and another in the living room. I still laugh when I remember his mother's face when she caught us in that awkward situation. She looked like she saw a ghost.

Second time when the same happened, she had this idea of us dating but when I corrected her, she ended up calling me a whore - like most of the people do too. It stopped bothering me long ago when I was called names, because I know somewhere or the other there's a lot of truth behind all those shit people call me.

"How come it's today I happen to meet your lovely brother?" I ask Derek as I sip up my coffee.

"He was away for college until last semester, looks like he's going to stay now." He explains and I nod.

"He needs to find his chill, you know." I laugh as I say and so does Derek.

We continue to talk about him for another fifteen minutes after which I decide it's better I leave before I have Meet Up Session 3 with his parents.

Derek slaps my butt as I step out of the door, "Don't think too much about this conversation." He says with a smirk before closing the door and I laugh as I make my way towards my car. He isn't really my only fuck-buddy but he's one of the most decent ones. Yes, he can be demanding at times but he's also my friend - well, sort of.

After I pull out of there my mind fills up with the thoughts of conversation I had a few minutes ago with Derek. I knew what he was doing, he was aiming for my ego and that little asshole became successful.

All the way to my apartment, my mind was filled with wicked thoughts of what should be done of the whole situation, but then I decide to let it be. I park my Ford Fusion in the parking area of the building and climb out of it.

I unlock the door of the apartment to find the only place I can call home, empty and pitch black. A sigh escape my lips as I am reminded of my lonely life. Since it's saturday, I don't have work so I stumble over the crap covering my carpeted floor of the living room and make my way down the hall to my bedroom.

This place is not big but it isn't small either. Plus, I am the only one living here most of the time so I don't complain. My living room always remains trashed, no matter how much I try to clean it, the sheets of my bed are never made and the sink in the kitchen is full of dirty dishes that I am too lazy to wash.

I groan as I am reminded of all this misery. Ignoring the thoughts of it completely, I change into my comfortable shorts and baggy shirt before jumping in my bed for a nap. I really need one, my head is still throbbing and having that intense conversation with Derek only made it worse.

The vibration of my phone under my stomach wakes me up in the middle of the day. I don't bother looking at the name as I sleepily swipe my thumb across the screen and hold my phone between my shoulder and my ear.

"Hey." I hear a familiar voice on the other end of the phone.

A groan escape my lips at the sound of her voice. I didn't just spoil my sleep to have a mother-daughter conversation with her.

"Do you want something?" I ask, not even trying to wipe off the hint of annoyance from my tone.

I hear her sigh before she responds, "No Diana, I was calling just to ask how you're doing." She tells me. This is completely shit! My sleep is long gone now as I sit up straight in my bed with my hands in fists on my sides.

"Well, too late for us to have these normal conversations Mrs. Rose." I tell her and am about to disconnect the call before I hear her speak again.

"Don't use that tone with me, Diana! I am still your mother."

What the actual fuck?

"Really 'mother'? Where was this kindness of yours when I was rotting in hell all by myself? Just because I am settled now you don't get to call me and make up for things like this. And take it as a warning Mrs. Rose, do not dare calling me next time."

She sucks in a breath at my use of harsh tone but still manages to the ask the question I know she's too keen to know about, "How is she?"

I don't bother responding to her as I hang up on the phone. It's none of her concern anyways. I have been living by myself from past three years. As soon as I turned eighteen I got myself this apartment with the help of my uncle - the only person I can call family besides Ella and Connor, my best friend and her boyfriend.

My uncle is a rich bastard who is a CEO of a publishing house, one of the best ones here in New York on top of that. I got my degree this year, barely scoring passing grades but hey, a degree is a degree. I used to work in coffee shop down the road from my apartment till the time I was in college to run this place and I was completely surprised when my uncle offered me a receptionist job at his office.

I know no one would hire me with the amazing grades I had but my uncle is just too kind and though I tried declining the job, he didn't take that shit from me. He knows about my partying habits and about how the salary I got from coffee shop mostly went there so he also decided to pay me pretty well.

All this is too much coming from the brother of my mother, the lady I hold so many grudges against but Uncle Marcel is the closest person I have to parents, and him being the only family I have makes it harder to resist his orders in such situations.

When I am mentally thanking for Uncle Marcel's kind soul my phone starts buzzing again. I think of ignoring it, assuming it to be my mother but Ella's picture pop up on the screen and a smile takes over my features.

"Bitch! The party last night was amazing. Thank you so much though, if it weren't for you agreeing to help me I wouldn't have made it." I tell her as soon as I pick up the phone. Greeting each other was too mainstream in our friendship.

She giggles before responding, "It's completely alright baby. You know I'll always be here when you need such help."

"Yeah, except your boyfriend is the one who keeps complaining all the time." I teasingly remind her.

"Connor just messes around with you. He doesn't really have a problem with it, you know. In fact, we had some great time yesterday." She tells me and I smile.

"That means I am going to hear about it for the whole week." I groan dramatically.

"Hey! Be happy that you have someone around." She says in a serious tone.

"I know Ella, I was kidding."

She sighs before shrieking in the speaker, "It's Saturday and we are having a party at your place." She sounds so excited but this is normal for Ella.

"Who said I am lending my place for party?" I ask her with amusement clear in my voice as I get out of my bed and make my way towards the kitchen. The sight there makes me want to go back to my bed and never come out of there again but I know only I have to do this.

I switch on the dishwasher and start washing the dirty dishes one after another. This is why I hate living all by myself, really. I have to do all the work by my own without anyone even offering to help. Being an adult isn't something I signed up for when I got out of my mother's womb.

"Who asked for your permission? Connor and I will be coming over in an hour to help you getting the stuff, alright? He says you owe him a party after yesterday."

I chuckle, yeah, only Connor would look after reasons to get drunk. "Stop by Uncle Marcel's penthouse before you come here if we're going to have a party." I tell her even though I know I don't need to remind her such stuff.

"I know Diana, now go and make yourself and your apartment a bit presentable." She tells me before hanging up on the phone.

By the time Ella steps in my apartment, I am done with all the dishes and the laundry and was about to start cleaning the living room.

"This is why I don't like having her around, she's so messy." I hear Connor say to Ella but he shuts his mouth when I throw an empty water bottle at him.

I turn to Ella, "This is why I don't like having him around, he's so OCD all the time."

She chuckles before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a bear hug, I return the embrace with equal affection after which Connor opens his arms for me and I giggle. I give him a hug but he ends up pinching my sides and I yelp.

"Asshole." I curse before smacking his head.

"Bitch!" He responds.

"Jerk."

"GUYS!" Ella screams to catch our attention.

"Yeah?" Connor and I say together.

She runs a hand through her hair, "When will the two of you get along?" She asks in an annoyed tone.

"Never." We both reply simultaneously and Ella tries to hide her smile but I catch the glimpse of it.

"I am done with you two." She huffs before turning around.

Connor and I share the same look before he wraps his arm around my shoulder, "You know babe, we actually get along pretty well." He tells Ella in a soft tone, trying to rub away her annoyance and I can't help but laugh at him.

"Yeah, cursing each other out all the time really counts."

Both Connor and I laugh at her. Honestly, my bond with him isn't really that bad. It's been two years since they've been dating and eventually he became an important part of my life just like Ella is. We just like to annoy the hell out of each other, irritating Ella in between just goes hand in hand.

After half an hour of bickering with each other we get to work. Three of us together clean the living room and my bed room. Ella makes my bed and tugs in the bedsheets in the corners perfectly, like I'll never be able to do.

It's only five thirty in the evening when we're done with cleaning the whole apartment. I pick up my phone from the side table and type a quick message to Derek.

*Party at my place tonight.*

Connor himself calls up his friends and invites them over. It's been a long time since I've hosted a party at my place, tonight will be fun.

"Did you message your fuckbuddy already?" Ella asks as she tears open a packet of wafers.

Three of us are currently laying on bed, somehow managing to fit in the place.

"Which one are you talking about?" Connor chuckles at my question.

"You're such a whore." He says.

I smirk as I swat at his shoulder, "Never claimed I wasn't."

Ella gives both of us a pointed look, "I was talking about Derek." She tells me.

"Yeah, I did. I am not going to message every other person in our group to inform them about the party, telling Derek is enough. He'll text whoever he wants. The word spreads pretty fast here."

"Tell me about it." She mumbles under her breath.

"Aren't you girls supposed to get ready for the party and shit?" Connor reminds us and both Ella and I share the same look.

Ella is the first one to jump out of the bed, "Get your ass out of here. Oh by the way, you're supposed to go and bring the booze."

"Why am I supposed to bring that shit? It's her party." He glares at me.

"Connor!" Ella gives him a stern look and he huffs before getting out of the bed.

"You're lucky that I love you." He tells her and her eyes automatically soften as she leans in to kiss him.

I cringe at the sight of these two love birds. They remind me of those sweet couples from those sappy movies that I absolute despise. It's not that I don't like their relationship, these two are the only ones I can tolerate when it comes to couples. But when they go all romantic over each other, I find myself an empty room and lock myself there until they assure me they're not going to do all the lovey-dovey stuff in front of me.

Love isn't for me. It never was. It never will be.