A/N: Warning! This story contains many mature and graphic scenes.

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Zoey POV

I downed the rest of my tequila sunrise in two gulps, enjoying the burning sensation as it went down my throat.

"Hey baby! You look like you know how to have a good time." Some middle- aged sleazeball tried flirting with me.

"No thank you." I squinted my nose in disgust, quickly getting away from the guy and onto the dance floor.

I listened to the music playing, swaying my body in tune with the upbeat song.

Soon, I had people staring at me, mostly men. This was something I had grown accustomed to whenever I went to clubs.

I knew I killed it dancing, so I let myself loose and twirled along the dance floor, shimmying my hips and moving my arms in just the right ways.

Several men approached me, of varying ages, offering to buy me a drink.

I had accepted most of their invitations and before I knew it, I was wasted.

"Oh, you're soo funny! And cute." I laughed at a joke a guy, whose name I couldn't remember, told me.

Damn! I was so drunk I couldn't even remember what the joke was about now.

"You think that's funny, wait until you hear this one. . ." I laughed uncontrollably as the guy told more jokes.

This went on for about another hour, the guy buying me more drinks, and me easily forgetting my own name and sanity.

"Want to get out of here?" I whispered to the guy seductively, running my fingers down his biceps.

His brown eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

"Sure!" He fumbled in his pocket for his wallet and after paying the bar tab, we were catching a taxi back to my place.

"Good evening, Miss. Prescott. Will your friend be staying long?" The doorman asked me, with a raised eyebrow.

"No, Collins. Just a few hours then he'll be on his way." I told the man who had been our doorman for as long as I could remember. "We're just going to have a little fun."

"Ah. Well, be careful, Miss." Collins gave me a disapproving look.

"I will." I promised, stepping onto the elevator where the guy I brought with me stood, waiting.

***

The sound of flesh slapping against each other could be heard throughout my room in our large penthouse, the stranger panting as he thrust into me.

His mouth lowered to my neck, leading sloppy kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

I bit my lip, trying not to scream out how much he was turning me off with those damn sloppy kisses.

"You like that, baby, don't you?" He whispered huskily, placing open mouthed kisses along my naked breasts.

"Oh yeah!" I fake moaned, just wanting the ordeal to be over with.

The stranger continued his thrusting and panting when finally, he let out a loud groan and then rolled off me.

Finally!

"Wow. That was the best sex I've ever had." He said through catching his breath.

"Yeah. Me too." I lied through my teeth, sitting up, wrapping my red silk robe around my body and turning my back to the stranger.

Several moments of silence went by before I broke it.

"I'm going to take a shower. Thanks for the uh. . . Fun time. You can show yourself out." I stood and walked over to my enormous bathroom attached to my suite.

"Wait! Will I be able to see you again?" The stranger shouted before I shut the door to the bathroom.

I walked back out and gave the stranger my sweetest fake smile.

"That's not how this works, honey. You buy me a drink, we flirt, I invite you back to my penthouse, we have fun, and then you leave. We never speak again." I explained, gesturing my hands wildly.

The stranger stared at me in awe, his brown eyes widened and his black hair sticking up in different angles.

"So it's true what they say about Zoey Prescott. She has drinks with you, uses you, and then throws you aside all in a matter of a few hours." The stranger's voice was laced with anger.

"Oh, honey, don't flatter yourself. I would've gotten off if I had used you. In honesty, I was bored and couldn't wait until you got your nasty cock out of me. I didn't say anything so as to spare your feelings, but you couldn't even get a middle aged women who was going through metapause wet, sweetheart. Now that's settled, will you get the hell out of my house already?" I was growing inpatient of this stranger quickly.

"You really are a bitch like they say!" He declared, jumping out of my bed and snatching his clothes off the floor.

"Bye bye." I pushed him out of my room, slamming the door.

As soon as I heard his footsteps walking away, I slid to my knees, burrying my head and letting the tears fall.

Why did I always do this? Every time I went out and partied, I always brought a guy back with me. It always ended bad and I always ended up crying.

Yeah, I liked to drink and party, but lately, I had been feeling an empty void from it.

Sighing and running a hand through my dark hair, I stood, walking into my bathroom and running water into the tub.

Looking at the clock hanging above the bathroom sink, I frowned. It was 1 a.m. and I had the sudden urge to wake a certain someone up and talk to them.

Adrian POV

I was awoken by the sound of a knock on the door to my suite in the penthouse.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked over at my alarm clock sitting on the bed side table. 1:45 a.m.

I groaned, hearing another knock.

There was only one person who would wake me up this late during the night.

"Zoey!" I let out a gasp when she burst into my room, only wearing a red silk robe and towel wrapped around her head.

"Ian, I'm bored!" She declared, plopping down on my king sized bed.

I rolled my eyes.

"You're always bored Zoey. And its freaking almost 2 in the morning! What the hell are you doing in my room?" I asked angrily, pulling my comforter further over my bottom half.

Zoey, seeing this, inched closer to me.

"My date was boring! Even more boring than you. Ugh! He couldn't even get me off." She complained, unwrapping the towel from her luscious brown hair and letting it drape across her shoulders. I resisted the urge to reach my fingers out and run them through her silky mane.

Every time she brought a guy home this happened. Zoey would dismiss the guy when they were done doing only God knows what and then come into my room, and complained about it.

Part of me, was a little pleased hearing her complain, since I've had a crush on her since we were kids, and hated the thought of her with another guy, but another part could care less.

"I don't care if he even got your grandmother wet! I need my sleep." I nudged her side with my foot. "Go back to bed like a normal person, Zoey Prescott."

"No! I'm staying here with you." She pouted and before I could object, she snuggled her way under my comforter and cuddled up to my side.

Her robe seemed to have slid up some as I felt the heat radiating from her leg pushed against mine.

My body instantly responded, myself getting unexpectedly aroused with just having her laying beside me.

"Zoey, go back to your room. If our parents find you in here, they'll think something happened." I tried reasoning.

Both mine and her family had lived in the same penthouse ever since they started up their businesses together.

Having grown up around Zoey, I had grown used to her coming into my room late at night. She often had nightmares as a child and with our parents both always gone, she had leaned on me to comfort her. Her nightmares started to stop when she entered middle school and high school, her late night visits becoming more about her complaints on her most recent boyfriend/escapade. Even as an 23 year old woman, she still came into my room and complained.

It use to annoy me hearing her complaints about being with other guys, my jealously rearing its ugly head. Now, I kind of looked forward to them since it meant she still hadn't found someone to please her.

It was pathetic, but I secretly wanted to be the one to please her.

"Zoey?" I sighed, realizing she had fallen asleep. In my bed, I might add!

I pulled the blanket further up around her and then tucked her in gently.

"You drive me nuts, woman." I muttered quickly, kissing her forehead gently and then falling asleep shortly after, my arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace.

Zoey POV

I woke up before Adrian did, staring up at the ceiling, willing the pounding head ache I had to go away.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and in walked our housekeeper, Amelia.

I screeched in pain when she drew back the curtains, the sun shining into the room through the large windows.

Adrian jumped up after hearing my screech. In the process he somehow ended up tangling himself in the blanket, falling to the floor.

I started to laugh, but screeched again when the simple movement caused my head to explode in pain.

"Miss. Prescott! I didn't see you there." Amelia gasped, seeing me sprawled in the bed, clutching my head. "Did you two?"

Adrian climbed to his feet, a deep blush on his cheeks.

"It's not what it looks like, Amelia!" He started moving his hands wildly, assuring the housekeeper that nothing happened between us.

After several moments of convincing Amelia, the housekeeper left and Adrian turned to glare at me.

"This is why you need to stay the hell out of my room!" He declared, pushing me out of the bed.

I groaned when I hit the floor.

"You didn't have to do that, you jerk!" I shouted, pushing him when I finally regained my balance.

"You're the one who's a jerk. Coming into my room at nearly 2 in the morning and waking me up just to complain!" He shouted back.

"You sure didnt put up a fight in kicking me out!"

"You wouldn't have left even if I had!"

"Yes I would've!"

"No you wouldn't!"

"Yes I would!"

"No, you would not!"

"Yes uh!"

"Ugh! You're so infuriating woman!" He let out a growl, turning his back to me, enraging me further.

"You are too!" I shouted and having enough, walked out of the room, slamming his door.