5 Five

"She's his what!?" Lourdes exclaimed. After what I found out at the hospital. I immediately went to Lourdes's room after work. "I didn't even know he was dating," she says.

I gave her an incredulous look. "Are you for real? Have you seen his face?" I told her. "I'd be more surprised if he was single."

"Still, though. Are you sure that's his girlfriend?" Lourdes asked me. "What do you mean? She literally told me that she was his girlfriend," I said. "Yeah. But Ashton never mentioned her. And your dad hasn't said anything about it either. Also didn't she ask you if you and him were together? What kind of girlfriend would ask another girl if her boyfriend and her are together? That makes no fucking sense," she says to me.

"The over possessive obsessed psycho kind?" I replied and she chuckled. "Or maybe she lied," Lourdes said. "Why would she do that?" I said. "Jesus, are you dumb? Bitch, she feels threatened by you."

What the hell? Why would she be-

"Cosa (what)?" I said in italian with my brows furrowed together. "You're hot. And you're getting attention from the hottest doctor in the entire hospital," Lourdes smirks.

"That literally doesn't make any sense. I told her he's my dad's best friend. And even if she did want him and she was lying, which I doubt, she can take him," I said and Lourdes groaned. "What?" I said.

She gave me a look which made sense to me. "No!" I exclaimed. "Bitch! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Just once. You can fuck him once and then move on with your life," Lourdes says. "Yeah and then everytime I look at my father all I will see is how I fucked his best friend. Who I'm way too young for," I said.

"Bitch, please. It's 2020, Nixie. Nowadays, people name their kids after colors, directions, and cities. You best believe age doesn't matter anymore," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, fine the age thing is just me deflecting the fact that that can't ever happen because he's my dad's best friend. And plus wouldn't be weird since he watched me grow up. I'm a kid to him," I said.

"He certainly doesn't look at you like you're a kid. He looks like he wants to push you against the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of you," she says bluntly.

I winced. "Seriously? Look, Lourdes, listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth."

She stares at me with an incredulous look on her face. "Ashton and I are never happening. Non succedera mai (never ever happening)." I said. She stays quiet for a moment.

"Mmmhmm. Keep telling yourself that," she smirks and then pulls her lipgloss out.

She doesn't know what she's talking about. That would never happen. Ashton would never risk his friendship with my dad. He would never go far enough to actually sleep with me. At least I don't think. And plus. It doesn't matter.

He's not single.

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The moon was finally up and the guys were over the house. I didn't feel like making any food today and since they all went and ate the pasta I made last night, we ordered asian food.

We got sushi, boneless spare ribs, pork fried rice, shrimp fried rice, chicken wings, Plantains, chicken and beef dumplings, and general tso chicken. I've never been so happy to eat food.

The boys were playing video games while Lourdes and I were playing pool. It was until I got a notification on my phone.

"Um, bambina (baby girl)? That's your phone!," my dad yells but still intently focused on playing Call of Duty. Lourdes and I stopped the game. And while I was walking towards where my phone was, which was across the room, it kept on dinging.

Like repeatedly.

"Jesus, Nixie. Who's blowing up your phone like that?" Spencer asked, glancing towards me.

I grabbed my phone and checked the home screen. My eyes slightly widened.

It was Joshua.

He was texting me. I opened the iMessage app and looked at the texts.

He texted,

'Hey. WYD'

'I'm actually doing nothing right now'

'Want to do something?😏'

'Something really fucking hot'

'Imu'

'Where are u?'

'I've asked students they said you moved back home after graduation'

'Why didn't you tell me?'

'Can we talk?'

'Please. Nixie. I need to talk to you.'

'It's about us.'

'Call me. Text me. Anything. Just please. I want to talk.'

What the fuck? He wants to talk? "Who is it?" Lourdes says. "Um. Just give me a sec," I mumble and then I go up the stairs and into my room.

I close the door and I call him. Because I'm a fucking idiot.

Only after two rings he answered.

"Nixie?" I hear his deep voice on the other line.

"What in the fuck are you doing? You can't be texting me while I'm with my family. My dad already knows we've been together. And I promised him I wouldn't be in contact with you anymore. I told him we were done. And we are," I said over the phone. I was trying to be as quiet as I could.

"I know. I know. But-Wait a minute. You told your father?" he says. "I couldn't keep lying to him, okay? He found out," I said. "How?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you can't be doing this. We can't do this," I said. "I want to be with you, Nixie."

I froze. I couldn't talk. I didn't know how. It was like my brain completely lost all senses.

"You…uh..what?" I stuttered. "Yeah. I want to be with you," he says. "No. No. No. No. Don't say that. We can't."

"Don't you feel the same?" he asked. I didn't answer. "We can't, Joshua. It's dangerous. You could lose your job," I said. "We are not professor and student anymore," he says.

"I don't want that, Joshua. My dad doesn't approve of what we did and if he found out I was talking to you right now, he would kill me and then find you and kill you too," I said.

"But do you feel the way I feel?" he said. I'm trying to deflect that question, asshole. Of course not.

But then I heard a knock at my door. "Shit. I gotta go," I said. "But, Nixie, I-" he starts but I interrupt him.

"Goodbye, Joshua." I said and hung up the phone. I threw my phone on my bed and opened the door and was greeted by Ashton.

"Hey," I said. "Hey, everything alright? You seemed troubled about something," he says. I forgot how observant he is about me. "Oh, it's nothing. Seriously." I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm" I mumbled. Lord, I'm a horrible liar!

"You don't have to lie to me, you know." he says with a frown. "It's nothing, Ash," I said.

He had an unreadable expression on his handsome face. He started to walk closer to me and into my room. So because of my nervousness I backed away. And I kept going backward while he was moving towards me.

He shut the door behind him and I realized that he's actually annoyed. Because I'm lying to him and he knows it?

Shit.

"What's going on, Phoenix?" he says slowly. I love the way he says my full name. It's so fucking seductive and erotic.

I feel myself getting hot all over.

"It doesn't matter" I whispered as I walked back and he continued to walk forward.

"Yes, it does." he practically growled. My back hit a wall and his hands were now resting at the sides of my head on the wall. He was entrapping me, so I can't avoid him.

"It's not your business, Ashton." I whispered. "I'm just looking out for you," he said staring deep into my eyes.

"You're not my dad or my boyfriend. Why do you care? And plus you have a girlfriend," I said. "Excuse me?" He looked generally confused. "Stefana. She told me you were her boyfriend," I said.

"That psychotic bit-" he growls. My brows furrowed. "She's my ex. I guess the crazy bitch is threatened by you," he says.

Holy shit! So he's actually single! Why do I feel relief?

"She has no reason to be. There's nothing going on between us," I said. "Except there is," he whispers.

I stare up into his icy eyes. "And she has every reason to feel threatened by you," he says to me. "You are so beautiful and sexy," he says lowering his voice to a erotic deep sound. And he uses his fingertips to drag them up my arm dangerously slowly.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes trying to suppress a moan.

"You can't stand here and tell me that we don't have to most excruciating and most erotic sexual tension," he continues dragging his fingers up and down my arms.

He leans in. "Come on. Admit it," he whispers. "Fine. We do. But-" I start but he interrupts me. "Then there's one more thing I need to know," he says.

"What?" I whispered. "How you'll react when I do this," he says then he grips my chin and pushes it up and I feel his lips press on my neck.

I continue to bite my lip as he drags his lips all over my neck. This is so fucking hot. But wrong. So wrong.

But it feels right.

He then started to kiss and lick my neck until he found my sweet spot and I couldn't hold my moan in.

I felt him smirk against my skin and continued to attack that area. There was a painful throb between my legs.

"Ashton," I moaned.

He then starts to kiss up my neck and to my jawline. Then my cheek then his lips hovered over mine.

We were like that for a moment until his nose touched my cheek and he slowly pressed his lips to mine.

His soft lips pressed against my lips again. I pressed mine to his as well.

Then this is where things started to take off.

He then opened his mouth and kissed me as hard as he could and as deep as he could.

We kissed so hard and slow that I couldn't keep in my soft moans. I kissed him back with the same intensity.

I dragged my hands up his broad hard chest and to the nape of his neck and grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to me to kiss him deeper.

One hand was gripped tightly on my hip and the other around my waist to pull me impossibly closer.

I kept kissing him deeply and running my hands through his dark soft hair.

His tongue then slipped in and he groaned when his tongue made contact with mine.

We fought dominance and he won. Of course he did. I kind of let him.

We were literally French kissing so hard and slowly it was insane. And perfect.

Like this man knew exactly what he was doing. And it was so erotic and sexy.

As I moaned and he groaned, the throb between my legs was now extremely wet.

All I was thinking right now, was how much I want him to fuck me against the wall.

But then suddenly. I just stopped.

My sane subconscious kicked through the door of my mind. And I realized what the fuck am I doing!?

Our foreheads were pressed against each other and our breathing was like we just ran a fucking marathon.

"Shit, Nix," he whispered. His hands are still on my waist and hip.

"We can't. Like seriously," I said. "Can't happen again. I know. I know" he says and backs away from me.

He walks towards the door.

"I'm not sorry about that kiss, Phoenix." He says. I couldn't even respond because he already left.

Ma che diavolo è successo (what in the holy fucking hell just happened)!?