Chapter:3

Kera POV

I walk down the street to get to my house and see a group of guys standing there, laughing really loud.

This makes me very paranoid. I walk faster and get to my house. "What's got you in a hurry?" A deep voice asks startling me. I look over at Parker's house to find him sitting on the railing smoking a joint.

He looks so good.

"Don't want the pizza to get cold." I say forcing a small laugh.

He just hums and takes another drag from the joint. "You wanna join me?" I ask out of the blue and almost facepalm myself. He smirks and takes one long drag before throwing the remaining bit on the ground and stepping on it.

"Sure." He says walking over to me. I turn around and open the door and hang my jacket up. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll get us something to drink." I says and hand him the boxes.

"Wine, beer, juice?" I ask and he replies wine.

I grab two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

I walk into the living room and see that he took his jacket and shoes off.

"So, why would you invite a stranger into your home to eat pizza with you?" He asks with a smirk on his lips. His lips.

"I know your name so your not a complete stranger." I says and open the box of pizza. My eyes widen at what's inside.

A number is written on the inside of the top with a name and a message. Call me ;).

Jaxon.

I blush and look anywhere but at Parker.

"Looks like you made a friend." He says with a hint of amusement and something else that I can't catch. I just grab a slice and stuff it in my mouth.

"So, What do you do?" I ask after a few minutes of awkwardly chewing my food.

"What do mean?" He asks with a confused look. "What kind of work do you do?" I ask more clearly.

"I own a few companies." He says seriously and I raise my brows in an understanding way.

"Cool. So your like the cliche insanely rich guy that it all hard-core. All work and no play?" I ask teasingly but also very curious.

He smirks and takes a sip of wine. He leans closer to me until his face is so close to mine that our breaths mingle. His eyes are a bit bloodshot. "You're right about the insanely rich part. And who says I don't play? After all, you got a front row seat to one of my private shows earlier today." He says looking all smug and my whole face flushes in embarrassment. He knows.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I deny creating space between the two of us. I take a large drink from my wine and look at anything but him.

"Sure you don't." He says sarcastically.

"Moving on. What do you do for a living?" He asks still looking smug when I shyly look at him.

"Well, I'm fresh out of college. I have a degree in Fashion and Design." I tell him.

"You didn't answer my question though. What do you do for a living?" He asks looking serious. I gulp.

"I'm looking for a few jobs in my field. None have come back to me though so I am not doing anything for the time being." I says looking down at my lap.

I hear him hum and I look up at him. "What?" I ask taking the last swing from my glass.

"Well, you have a degree but no job. You live in this huge house on your own. There is only two things that can explain this situation." He smirks and I raise my brow at him.

"And what exactly are they." I sass and he chuckles.

"You either have a rich boyfriend who paid for all this or Daddy bought it for you." He says and my mouth falls open at the first statement.

"You think I need a man to have all this?" I ask not showing him how much he has offended me. "Well, kind of." He says like he doesn't feel anything.

"Well not all women depend on a man for the things she needs and want. There are women out there doing their best to not depend on a man and they are sure as hell not failing. So think again before you pull all of us under the same category," I say and he just sit there with a smirk on his face. "And not that it is any of your business, but the house was a gift from my father." I say pouring myself a glass wine.

"Damn. I think I struck a nerve." He says chuckling.

"I'm just not very fond of such statements." I tell him and he nods. "Well, I apologize for my view on women when some of them clearly give me reason to think like that." He says, not an ounce of remorse present in his eyes.

I can't help but laugh. "Your honesty is outstanding. I wonder how you don't walk with a limp." I say smiling widely.

"Would you rather I lie to you?" He asks. I just shake my head, giggling, and get up.

"I'm gonna get more wine." I say and he gets up as well. "I should be heading out." He says and I look at him weirdly. "What. Why?" I asks and he chuckles.

"I have some important things to do tomorrow." He says and I see a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"One more glass and then you can go. I'll even walk you to your door." I says smacking his arms. I should probably stop drink because my actions show that I had more than enough.

"One more glass." He says and I smile. "Good boy." I say and walk to the kitchen stumbling a little. I giggle to myself and get the second bottle of wine out.

I smirk as my mind changes and I grab a bottle of vodka. I grab to six shot glasses and two normal ones.

"Let's get shit-faced." I shout and he looks at me like I've lost my mind.

"Kera, what are you doing. You said one glass of wine." He says and I smile innocently. I stand on my tippy toes to reach his ear.

"I guess not everybody is as honest as you are." I whisper and he looks down at me then at my lips before closing his eyes.

"No, Kera. You're already tipsy." He says his voice sounding extra deep as his grey eyes are slightly, only slightly droopy. Whether it is from tiredness or the alcohol in his system, I don't know.

"Just one glass and then we can turn in. You can even crash here if you want." I tell him and smile before filling the shot glasses up and doing the same with the regular glasses also filling them up to the rim.

"Kera..." He warns and I roll my eyes. "Don't be a little bitch, Parker and let's do these shots." I says and hand him a shot glass. We down all six together.

"We need music." I say and go to connect my phone to the speakers. Ontop of the World by Imagine Dragons plays and it fits my mood perfectly. I start jumping around and I turn the volume up all the way.

I hear Parker chuckle. "Come dance with me!" I yell as I keep jumping. He just shakes his head smiling but joins me anyway.

"I haven't felt like this in years." I confess and Parker looks interested. "Like what?" He asks and I smile at him.

"Like I'm ontop of the world." I singing along to the song. We both laugh and dance to more songs.

The playlist must have automatically changed because the funky and upbeat songs are replaced by slow, sexual music.

I gasp softly and go to change it but Parker grabs my wrist. "Leave it. Dance with me?" He asks and I smile shyly, my cheeks blazing.

These songs are for me and my private time.

He holds my hand softly and pulls me to him. By now both of us had quite a lot to drink. Most of the clear liquid is gone and our glasses are chased with orange juice.

He slowly begins to move to the slow beat of the song. My body is pressed tightly to his. I look up at him slowly but only come faced to face with his chin. I move back and look into his eyes.

"I love this song." He says but I doubt either of us are actually paying attention to anything around us or is it only me.

I just nod my head and move my eyes to his pink, full lips. My own slightly parted.

His hands tighten on my hips and i take in a quick breath. My body heats up all over as I picture what his hands can do to me.

He moves his head down and I move mine closer to his. I close my eyes and feel his lips brush mine but not fully touching them. He moves straight down to my neck and leaves wet, open mouthed kisses on the skin there. I feel him suck on my neck lightly before moving on and kissing on other parts more harshly.

A little moan escapes me amd my hands run into his soft hair. My core throbs with need as the heat courses through my body.

I pull on it lightly as I try to keep him close. I move my head to the side to give him more access.

He bites on my neck and I moan a bit louder this time. "Parker." I call his name out. He kisses up my jaw and across my cheek. He hovers his lips over mine.

"Please..." I whisper to him and he slams his lips onto mine. His hand travel past my hips and land on my ass, squeezing tightly. I gasp and he slips his tongue into my mouth. I moan at the feel of his warm tongue massaging mine. The kiss heats up almost instantly after that.

One of his hand move into my hair pulling lightly and I moan. "Fuck. I want you so bad." He whispers against my lips. He pushes he further into his and I feel his hard bulge on my stomach.

"Take me." I whisper back, biting his lower lip softly.

He kisses me again but slowly. "I can't. You're drunk." He says and pulls away from me. I whimper and pull him back. "I promise you, I'm fine with it." I say lowly.

"I know, but I still can't. I want us both to be fully aware when we are gonna do this." He says and I nod.

"I better get going. It's 3 in the morning." He says sighing heavily. He starts clearing up the glass table. I grab his wrist to stop him.

"I'll do it. It's ok." I says, my words slurring a little. He chuckles. "You can barely stand properly, Kera. I'm fine doing it. You just sit down." He says peck my lips. I listen to him and sit down on the couch, watching as he picks up the nearly empty bottle of vodka and the empty glasses.

He comes back into the living room and I smile. "Master bedroom?" He asks and I nod. I go to stand but he scoops me up in his strong, muscled arms and walks up the stairs.

I rest my head against his chest as he walks with ease.

I feel myself doze off but awaken again when I am placed on my bed. "Drink this, Kera." He says holding a glass of water out to me.

"Do you have any pain meds?" He asks and I nod. "On the vanity." I says and he grabs them and give me two and takes two. I drink them with the water and he does the same.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I nod. He smiles and bends down kissing my lips softly. Mine move against his slowly and I bite his lower lip lightly.

"I'm gonna go." He says when we pull away. He gets up but I hold his hand. "Please stay." I says and he is about to say no but I give my best puppy eyes.

"Move over." He says taking his shirt and jeans off. I smile and move to the other side of the spacious bed. He gets under the covers and pulls me closer to him.

"Do you think it's wrong?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. "Is what wrong?" He asks.

"The fact that we met three days ago and you're in my bed." I says and laugh lightly. He joins in with a chuckle. "There is nothing wrong with two adults sleeping next to each other. We are grown and we know what we're doing." He says seriously. I trail my finger on his chest and abdomen lightly.

"And the kissing?" I ask nervously. "We are going to speak about that into morning." He says lifting my chin up. He places his lips on mine softly. I moan and play with his hair.

"Go to sleep, baby." He says and plants one last kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and drift of easily.