The music was louder now, bass rattling through the floor like the whole house was about to lift off. Drinks were flowing, people shouting, laughing, grinding on each other near the makeshift dance floor Ryan had cleared out of his living room. The party was in full swing.
But the moment Brittany walked in, everything else blurred into background noise.
Ryan elbowed Ethan in the ribs, grinning ear to ear. "Alright, guys, time to pay up.
Tyler smirked. "She's here. You actually pulled it off."
Ethan shook his head, digging into his pocket. "Unbelievable. I really thought you'd choke." He pulled out a crumpled hundred dollar bill and slapped it into Ryan's hand.
"Yeah, yeah," Jude muttered, fishing his wallet out reluctantly. "Don't get too cocky. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes."
Ryan pocketed the bills with a smug little grin, like he'd been expecting this all week. "Pleasure doing business, gentlemen."
I didn't even look at the money changing hands. My eyes were still fixed on her.
Brittany.
She stood near the entrance, taking in the party with that calm, unreadable expression. A girl handed her a drink; she accepted it with a polite smile but didn't sip. Her gaze drifted across the room, unbothered by the stares she was collecting.
Ryan clapped me on the shoulder before stepping forward. "Time for introductions."
He wove through the crowd with that quarterback confidence, straight to her side. She turned as he leaned in, said something in her ear, and a moment later, she was walking back with him toward us.
And just like that, she was standing in front of me.
"Boys," Ryan announced, pride dripping from his voice. "Meet Brittany. Brittany, this is the crew."
"Hi," she said simply, her voice soft but clear, carrying over the music.
Tyler jumped in first, flashing his best grin. "Hey. Welcome to the circus."
Ethan raised his drink in a mock toast. "Glad you made it. Ryan wasn't lying for once."
Jude gave a polite nod, arms crossed, the protective older-brother vibe practically radiating off him.
And me?
I just looked at her.
At her eyes.
They weren't just green—they were sharp, too sharp. There was something behind them, something I couldn't put into words. Not danger exactly. Not softness either. Just… something. Like she was observing, cataloging, figuring us out piece by piece.
When her gaze met mine, she smiled. Polite, distant, nothing more. But even that small smile hit harder than I wanted to admit.
Before I could say anything, Ryan slid back in, draping an arm near her shoulder. "Come on, Brittany. Let me introduce you to the football team."
She nodded, letting him guide her away.
And just before they disappeared into the crowd, Ryan glanced back over his shoulder and smirked.
Like he'd already won.
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Two hours later, the party was still raging downstairs. The music hadn't dropped once, bass thudding like it was trying to shake the house off its foundation. People were still dancing, still drinking, still grinding on each other like it was the last night on earth.
Liz had already done her dramatic bit for the evening—she'd dragged me into the middle of the crowd at one point, pressed her body against mine, kissed me like we were putting on a show for the entire room. Then, just as suddenly, she'd pulled away, flipped her hair, and announced she needed "girl time."
Which meant she was now surrounded by her fan club of rich, spoiled friends near the drinks table. Again.
The guys? They'd all disappeared with girls they definitely hadn't walked in with. Typical.
So there I was. Alone. Drink in hand, wandering until I ended up on the top floor.
It was quieter up here. A different world compared to the chaos downstairs. I leaned against the wall, took a slow sip, and let out a breath. Not because I couldn't pull someone tonight—I could, easily. But I wasn't in the mood. Not with Liz somewhere below, ready to freak out the second she caught me looking twice at another girl.
I stared at the ceiling for a moment, bored out of my mind.
And then—
"Matteo, right?"
I turned.
She was standing there. Brittany.
For a second, I thought I'd imagined her. She looked different up here, away from the crowd and the music. Calmer. Almost softer, if that was even possible. She tilted her head slightly, green eyes settling on me like she'd been expecting to find me there.
"Too noisy downstairs," she said simply.
I raised my cup in a half-toast. "Fair. Guess that makes two of us. I was about two seconds away from throwing Ryan's speakers out the window."
That earned me the smallest curve of her lips. "Would've made you the enemy of half the house."
"Please," I smirked. "They'd thank me once their eardrums stopped bleeding. You don't need music that loud unless you're trying to communicate with aliens."
Her laugh slipped out—unexpected, unforced. It wasn't the kind of laugh you gave to be polite, either. It was real. Light. Warm in a way I hadn't heard from her before.
And when she laughed, she didn't look away.
She stared.
Too long. Longer than normal.
Her eyes locked on mine, and before I could even think about what that meant, she moved.
Close. Then closer.
And then she kissed me.
Not a soft brush, not a test. A kiss that was deep and hot and sudden, her tongue sliding against mine before I even had the chance to react.
My heart slammed against my chest.
Because I hadn't seen it coming. Not from her. Not after all that innocence she'd been playing all week.
Her hand slid lower, fingers trailing deliberately down my chest, then past my stomach, until they pressed against the front of my jeans. I froze. The kiss didn't stop. If anything, it got harder, hungrier, like she was feeding off my shock.
Then, as if this was all some kind of game, she pulled back.
Her lips glistened. Her eyes gleamed. And I could've sworn I saw it—that flicker of a smirk curling at the edge of her mouth.
Before I could ask, before I could even breathe, she did the unthinkable.
She dropped to her knees.
Right there.
Her fingers worked at my belt with ease, like she'd been planning this, like she already knew I wouldn't stop her.
"What the hell…" The words slipped out, rough and low, but I didn't move. Couldn't move. My brain screamed at me to make sense of what was happening, but my body—my traitorous, weak body—was already hard and trembling in anticipation.
Because what the hell was actually going on right now?
She reached into my pants, pulling out my hard cock. I let out a shaky breath as she wrapped her hand around the base, giving it a firm squeeze.
Without a word, she leaned forward and took the head of my dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. I groaned, my hips twitching towards her as she began to suck. She took more of me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth as she began to bob her head up and down.
I could feel the heat of her mouth enveloping me, her tongue working in time with her sucks. My fingers tangled in her hair as she picked up the pace, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
With a few more hard sucks, I felt my release approaching. "I'm gonna—" I warned, but she didn't stop. Instead, she doubled her efforts, taking me deep into her throat. With a final thrust of my hips, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed it all, not letting a single drop escape.
She pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before standing up. Her face was calm, almost blank, like she'd just finished tying her shoes, not… swallowing my seed.
"Don't worry, I won't tell your girlfriend." Her voice was light, almost gentle, like she was promising not to spill a secret in class. She smoothed her dress, eyes wide, calm, like nothing about what just happened was out of the ordinary. Then she turned and walked out, quiet steps fading down the hall.
I stood there, breathless, pants half undone, still trying to figure out if I'd just imagined all of it.
Innocent. That's what everyone thought she was. That's what she wanted us to think.
But me? I'd just learned the hard way… there's nothing innocent about Brittany Vetrova.
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To be continued...