Ashamed?

Dario's pov.

Just waking up. Last night was hell. I couldn't sleep well because of the noises from my brother's room.

I remembered coming from Asher's place, frustrated. I needed a quiet place to brainstorm on how to make it in life...without the inheritance or influence of the Andersons.

That was however not possible. I heard some noise coming from Blake's room. At first i thought it was a relapse...hope you can still remember the previous unpleasant event with Blake.

My first instinct was to check on Blake. As i got closer to the room, i realized that it was not only groans but also moans.

The moans were very soft...seductively soft. It felt good hearing the woman moan.

Creepy?

I know.

It was creepy eavesdropping on my younger brother having sex.

It was even creeper getting turned on by the moans of the woman he was screwing.

I couldn't help it by the way. That woman was just the perfect one for me as a sex partner but not love.

My heart already belonged to someone else already.

Laura Williams.

Soon it will be Laura Anderson.

*Sigh*

It was real going to be hard.

Anyway, back to where we were. The groans and moans.

Oh yeah. I couldn't sleep.

I used the pillow to try blocking the noises in vain...and my headphones? No they too didn't help at all.

I remember cursing in frustration, "Fuck! The walls aren't soundproof!"

Crazy?

Yeah. That is how bad it was. In the end, i decided to lazy in bed. I luckily fell asleep afterwards.

The end of my story.

Now i have just woken up. Actually, i don't think i have ever told you that i hate walking up early. Anything before nine is unacceptable for me. But today, i had to wake up at six.

Why?

Blake Anderson.

No not exactly him, but the woman he was fucking last night. But that is still related to Blake.

I know I'm nosey.

I just don't like missing out on major facts. I like meddling in the life of Asher and Blake. These two never dated in their lives...at least that is what i know. I have never seen Blake with any woman...like never. That is why i got curious to see what kind of women he is attracted to.

The same with Ash. He is my best friend. I think i know him more than he does himself. For example, I know Ash is not into women but he is clueless about that fact.

He has this weird list of idols he gushes over...all male. But the one at the top is always Alexander. I am still not sure about what he sees in that Alex guy. He often says he is attractive.

There is this time i suggested a date with Cathy, May's friend, but he was reluctant and uncomfortable. That was before i hooked up with Cathy. He is just not interested in women at all. If he is not gay then maybe he is asexual...but i don't think so.

The creeking sound of the door opening piqued my interest.

Blake was the first to come out then...

Holy shit!

Laura's friend.

That surprised me. She was pretty though and her moans...okay i shouldn't be thinking about that now.

The two were pretty comfortable with each other in front of me. None of them was embarrassed. It was as if they were ready to announce to the whole world that they were an item.

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General pov.

Dario thinks that the two weren't embarrassed. I think he will be disappointed when he realizes that it was just a facade. Anyway he doesn't need to know the drama that occured before the two came out of the room.

Earlier.

Liz woke up. Waking up for the first time in a completely new place was always not a pleasant thing for her. Luckily before she made a scene, events of the previous night came flooding in her mind.

The text, the rain, the cut and...Shit.

She just remembered hooking up with Blake. But Blake told her not to call it a hook up, so the two got official the previous night.

"It's so embarrassing. Maybe i should pretend to be sleeping."

She murmured inaudibly as she closed her eyes. That way, it was going to be less embarrassing.

Blake chuckled inwardly at her cute tactics. "She really thought she was the first to wake up?" He said in amusement.

"Hey, i heard that!"

Liz complained.

Blake laughed at her. Her expression was funny.

"You aren't allowed to laugh." She pointed out. Blake lifted his hands in surrender. His girlfriend had complete say in that relationship.

Liz looked pretty that morning. I mean she was always pretty but that morning, she was literally glowing. She still looked cute even with her messy hair. With that beauty, Blake couldn't help staring.

"Hey! Stop staring."

She was bashful.

The guy was staring without being discrete. There was this naked desire for her in his eyes.

It was morning. He was sexually active and healthy. He was also having a pretty woman in his bed and that woman was his girlfriend. How could he not be aroused?

He gave her a light peck on her lips.

"Morning."

That came out strained. Was he in pain?

Liz looked at him, concerned.

"Don't worry it's nothing."

He brushed her off.

"But your face? You're in pain."

She rebutted.

"It's normal for a healthy man to have an erection in the morning. The fact that I'm with my woman in bed is not helping."

Oh...okay. That was blunt. She found herself blushing. And did her body also react.

It seemed both of them were having naughty thoughts in their mind that morning.

Blake saw her getting all flushed and avoiding eye contact with him. She was aroused. That is what he guessed.

But just to be sure, he had to confirm.

His hands went under the sweater she was wearing.

"Your nipples are hard..."

He commented.

He played with them for seconds before moving lower. Damn it! The sweatpant was getting in his way.

He pulled it off immediately. Spreading her legs, he moved his fingers in between her wet fold. She let out a whimper mixed with soft moan.

"...and you're ready...so wet."

"Are you aroused?"

He was messing with her and he had that smug look on his face.

Liz groaned in frustration. She never thought a day would come when she would be sexually frustrated. She wanted him...like really bad. She was sure that he was aroused too. Why was he messing around with her?

She covered her face in embarrassment. She realized she had to leave soon before she made more fool of herself. But then, that was not the only reason. Dario Anderson. What would he think of her? What if he does not approve of her relationship with Blake? She was panicking which was not good.

Blake noticed.

Now what? One moment they were almost going at it, then she became embarrassed and now panic.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"When does your brother usually get up?"

Was she afraid or just embarrassed to be seen with him. Blake hoped it wasn't the latter, because then he would be really hurt.

" Nothing before nine. Why?"

"I don't want him to see me here."

Okay. His fear was coming true.

"Why?"

She gave him a 'haven't i answered that' look.

"No. I mean why don't you want him to see you?"

He clarified further.

She was thinking of the best way to explain that to him when, "are you ashamed of me?" came. Liz was left wondering why he was so insecure...his esteem was very low. How could such a perfect man be that insecure. She remembered the previous night when he locked her into the room. She really wanted to know who or what really broke him to the extent that he lost confidence in himself.

She held his face gently. Without breaking the eye contact, she explained, "I'm not ashamed of you. I should be the one asking myself if at all i am worthy to be loved by you. I mean you are so perfect while me, I'm the opposite version of you. You're great Blake. The thing is, I still wish it to be secret. We'll tell them later but not now. Please."

Blake felt great. His girlfriend said he was perfect and that she was not ashamed of him.

And just like that they went back to eating each other's lips. When things were getting steamy, he broke the kiss.

"You need to freshen up and leave if you still wish for it to remain a secret," he explained when she gave him a disapproving look, "or maybe we can scratch the secret part out and..."

"No."

She said as she disappeared into the bathroom. Blake stared at the little figure wrapped in grey bedsheet, disappearing into the shower room, with a frown.