Hello, Hawaii Part II

"Wake up, honey," I hear my mom tell me. What's up with everyone always waking me up? I sit up and I realize that we were supposed to go to that dinner. Oh.

"Get ready for the dinner," she says. I get up and pick out a nice dress that isn't super tight so my dad won't bug me about it. It's black and it stops a couple inches above my knees.

"Mom, can I borrow some heels?" She nods her head and I go to take a shower. After my shower I get dressed, do my makeup and my hair. I exit my room and I see my dad, Brian, and his dad dressed in suits sitting on the couches, watching TV.

Damn, Brian looks sexy as hell.

"Dad, you're back," I say, going to hug him. He stands up and hugs me and I sit down next to him.

"So what did you do all day?" He asks me.

"I went to the pool and came back and took a nap."

"Sounds fun." I glance at Brian and he's smirking down at his phone.

Fight me, you smirky a** male-whore. I hate you.

I stand up to sit on a kitchen stool while scrolling through my Instagram feed. After a couple of likes I get a text from Brian.

You know what I'm thinking about rn?

I lick my lips and turn around slightly, just enough to see him, and he's running a hand through his hair while biting his lip.

What?

I text back. I feel his eyes scan my body and I get a text.

Im thinking about how hot you look in that dress

I smirk at this and without hesitation, I text back.

Oh yeah? What else?

"Tara!" My mom calls. I jump 10 feet in the air and drop my phone to the floor.

What the f*** Mom, you scared the living crap outta me!!

I quickly pick it up and go to see what my mom wants. Fortunately, it wasn't cracked.

"Can you zip me, please?" I let out a relieved sigh and zip up her dress, with my heart still beating rapidly and kind of out of breath.

"Are you okay?" She asks. I fake a smile and nod my head. I leave the room as fast as I can, just to see Brian smirking as soon as he sees me.

Well now I'm thinking about murdering you.

I go back to my stool at the kitchen and I don't check my phone this time. I just bury my face in my hands from embarrassment. I feel a hand at my shoulder and I look up. Brian looks at me with a fake curious face, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Are you okay? You dropped your phone for some reason. Did someone scare you?" he says. I glare at him, wanting to punch him in the face.

"I'm. Fine," I say quietly, through my teeth. He then turns around, snickering, to sit on the couch again. But you know what? I'm not giving up that easily. I'll just act like nothing happened.

"Time to go, people!" Brian's dad informs everyone. I get up and fix myself while putting my phone in my purse. Everyone leaves the room and I end up in the back with Brian grabbing my a**. I swat his hand away and move next to my parents but he grabs me one more time before I actually get to leave. It's amazing how we never get caught, but I don't want to jinx it so I'll leave it alone. When we get to the elevator Brian's mom presses the 6 and the door closes. Brian's eyes are glued to me as the elevator descends to the 6th floor. We get out of the elevator as soon as it arrives and we enter the banquet hall.

Ew, this room is filled with snotty rich people.

I cringe at the sight and our parents start talking to some people. I try to get Brian's attention (for once) and I scrunch up my nose, making him laugh.

"I'm going to find a table," I say to Brian. He nods his head and follows me as I make my way to an empty table. I know exactly what's going to happen as soon as I sit down, though. He's going to try to finger me or something and for that reason, I don't want to sit next to him. But I'm going to end up sitting next to him because we're the only ones sitting right now and if I go to get something, he's going with me and if he goes, only two seats will be left and they'll be right next to each other. The one way that most likely won't happen is if I leave and he stays, while his two parents sit on each side of him and that way, sitting next to him isn't possible. Unfortunately, my chances are ruined because my parents are already about to sit down. I curse under my breath and Brian looks at me, obviously because he heard me.

"What's wrong? Don't wanna sit with me, sweetheart?" He asks, as if he was reading my mind the whole time. He moves his hand to my thigh and I shake my head. My parents sit down with my dad sitting next to me and I feel somewhat safer, but if Brian decided to do something under the table, my dad still wouldn't be able to see. I try not to over think it, but it's kind of hard to do that when there's a hand trying to get in between your thighs.

"Dad, I don't feel good. Can I go to the room?"

"Alright, but tell me if you need to stay there," he says. I nod my head and get up to leave because I can't take his teasing. I go back to the room and I just stand at the kitchen counter for a while, trying to clear my mind and forget about my arousal. As soon as I calm down, I go into my room and sit my purse down and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I decide that I'm not going back and I text my dad.

I just threw up, I'm going to stay here.

I put my phone down and go to the kitchen and check what's in the fridge.

Ooh, looks like they got groceries.

So then I start to make myself a sandwich. I take out the bread, turkey, mayo, and lettuce. I hear a knock at the door and without hesitation or even a second thought, I open it--Only to see Brian immediately crashing his lips into mine. We stumble backwards while he closes and locks the door.

"God, you look so f****** hot in that dress. I want you so badly right now," he says, making me kiss him back harder.

*

"I hate you," I say, still panting.

"But you like it when we have sex," he says, smirking. I turn up my nose and roll my eyes because he's right. He's so right.

"So... My parents told you to check on me?"

"Yeah, your mom wanted to check on you, but then your dad said he would do it and she was like, 'No, you can't leave.' And then I just told them I would do it so neither of them had to leave and they said okay. Good thing I did," he says.

"Dude, you always follow me to have sex," I say.

"Well, we're friends with benefits, aren't we? Why not take advantage?"

"I guess you're right," I sigh. "Hey, tell them I threw up and that's why you had to stay a while."

"Okay, I will," he says. I yawn before I fall asleep next to him.