Warning: MATURE CONTENT!

Stefan Finn is a person who could be described in three words:
Rich,handsome and spoiled.
He has never had to work for anything all his life,and has never had to worry about tomorrow,because the world was his to take.

What happens when one night,he loses it all?

Beaten,broken and desperate,he drunkenly falls into the hands of
Charlie Reynolds,who is the exact opposite of him.
She's fucked up,drunk most of the time,funny,and has worked for everything she has in her life.


When these two enter each others life,it's a combination between a dream and a nightmare.
Between all the jokes,fights and sexual tension,they will wonder if they can make it out alive.
Stefan has no clue how things work in the real world and out of his money bubble.
While Charlie sees this as a challenge and gives him a run for his money.

Not that he has any,anyway.

Poor Little Rich Boy

Of course,he doesn't believe me,and continues kissing down my body,trying to prove his point. 


The last guy that tried to prove to me that I was ticklish,was Joe Kaine in fifth grade. 


I pushed him off the monkey bars,and he almost broke his leg. 


"Have you any sensory receptors?" He asks hovering over me,using my words from earlier. 


I smile as I wrap legs around his naked body "You know damn well where my sensory receptors are..." I whispers as he grins. 


"Oh right. That was...here." He presses a sloppy kiss on the side of my neck. 


"And here..." He kisses my collarbone. 


"Definitely here..." He nibbles on my skin,giving both of my breasts more than enough attention. 


My back arches off the bed,as all I can hear are his small growls from the back of his throat,and my moans. 


"You need to shave..." I breathe out,causing him to chuckle and pull away,hovering over me once again. 


Part 17/ Sensory receptors.