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“trust me, babe, I’m well acquainted with being taken advantage of by you,” she quipped, her fingers slowly releasing her golden locks so that they could dangle down her back once more. A quiet breath seeped from her lips as he spoke. The sincerity in his voice causing a guilty feeling to settle in the pit of her stomach. Her long eyelashes fluttered her hazel gaze up, mostly with the help of his index finger beneath her chin. “Okay, okay– so I acted irrationally. I said some pretty stupid things but in my defense, blind jealousy and tequila do not mix,” she offered, her rosy red lips protruding into a pout as if it would help the situation at all. As he leaned in, she welcome the kiss. Her pouty lips molding to his, making the feeling of culpability melt away. Pulling away reluctantly, she reached down and took his hand in hers. “Alright, Romeo, take me to this mysterious restaurant so that I can approve or deny your request to date NYU’s hottest blonde.”

Interlocking their fingers and tugging her tiny body into his side as they headed for the door, Xander bit back the grin that formed on his lips, “You don’t know when I’m gonna ask you, smart ass. That would ruin the fun of it. Besides, I don’t know why you’d say yes, anyways. I’m kind of moody and you’re definitely the hottest girl in the state of New York. I will be forever perplexed as to why you’re settling for me-- but I certainly won’t complain.” As they exited the house together, the grandeur of it all still managing to knock the breath out of his lungs, he clicked the fob to unlock the sleek SUV patiently waiting for them on the curb. Guiding her to the passenger side and helping her get situated in the plush, leather seat, he shut her in and rounded the front of the car, slipping behind the wheel. “Ready?” he inquired ominously, reaching over to slide his hand over her thigh as he pulled away and headed towards the restaurant. “So, now that I’ve made the venture to you-- and your mom loved me, by the way-- when are you coming to meet my grandparents?” he asked as they continued down the highway, genuinely curious in her answer. He was dying for her to meet them, especially since the two were getting on up there in age, and he desperately needed their approval before he made any other commitments.

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Lyla’s hazel orbs rolled playfully as they so naturally did whenever he was around. Her jaw dropped slightly, expression mimicking that of shock, “You mean to tell me that you don’t share your deepest darkest secrets with everyone at NYU? I’m speechless– truly.” Turning back to her closet she ripped one of her dresses from the rack, strategically picking something that would be easy to slip out of later. “Furthermore, you’re telling me this entire trust circle we had was just some master plan to make me fall in love with you? I feel taken advantage of,” she mused as she pulled the tight little black dress over her hips and moved over to him, turning her back and sweeping her hair to the side so that he could zip her up. It was dangerous being in such close proximity when all she wanted to do was get closer to him. Part of her was still a little angry about the whole girls in his apartment thing while the other part of her felt stupid for even letting the idea cross her mind. She didn’t want to be that way with him. He was the only person she was truly afraid of losing and with her track record, losing him was always a possibility. After her dress was secured she turned around to face him, arms draping around his neck. “I still can’t believe you came all the way to Malibu to take me to dinner,” she murmured while her gaze took in his brooding features.

“I would be more than happy to show you what it’s like to be take advantage of, love,” Xander chuckled darkly, the words softly murmured under his breath as he reached out and lazily dragged the zipper up her back, effectively hiding her delicious skin from his greedy hands and hot gaze. Giving her a quick smack on the rear, he slowly circled her body, eyeing her up and down like she was the dessert he was seconds away from devouring. Whistling quietly, he shook his head, blatant appreciation etched onto his features as he stared down at her, “Damn, Johns. You clean up real good. Can’t wait to see that dress on the floor tonight,” he grinned playfully, winding his arms around her waist and brushing an affection kiss to her forehead. “I came all the way to Malibu because I want you to see that I want you and only you. All those other girls are nothing,” he paused, tilting her chin up to catch her gaze while a smirk began to work it’s way onto his lips, “and because I want you to be my girlfriend-- but not yet. I can’t ask when you’re expecting it. Ruins the surprise.” Leaning in, he placed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling away and stepping back, “C’mon, we’re gonna be late if we keep this up.”

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lylahq:

“We could always do a little reenactment after dinner,” she offered, that sweet but sinful smirk forming on her lips, “that is, if you’re not afraid to end up in the county jail for the night.” Lyla had such a soft spot for trouble. Call it reckless or self destructive or anything you’d like, if there was any kind of risk, she was always down for it. As her mind drifted away from the memory, her fingertips danced along his jawline. Though his words were purposeful, she found it extremely hard to focus on anything but the way his lips moved as he spoke. The desire to cut him off with a passionate kiss burning throughout her entire being. “From the way you talk, it sounds like I already have their approval,” she quipped, eyebrow perking with slight arrogance. It soon faded away though as her fingers fidgeted with his hair. “–Okay so I guess I get it but I still want you to know that you don’t need it. You’re too good for anything that they could give,” she followed up, pecking his lips quickly and then getting off of his lap to travel toward her closet. Lyla made sure to peel off each article of her clothing slowly with every step she took until she was left with nothing but her bra and panties. “Where are we going anyway? You’re not exactly native to Malibu so I can only imagine the research that went into your decision,” she called back while flipping through her outfit options.

“They’re just excited to finally meet the first girl I’ve ever bothered to mention in their household. This may come as a shock to you,” Xander paused, lowering his voice as if he were about to divulge one of his biggest secrets, his words a quiet whisper as he continued, “but I don’t like to share information about my life with anyone-- even the people who raised me. I only made an exception for you because I knew you’d fall in love with me,” he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her strip down in front of him. The urge to throw dinner plans out the window was strong and he had to remind himself of the whole reason he’d come across the country in the first place. Moving towards her as she continued speaking, he slid his hands around her waist, tugging her back into his chest while his lips took no mercy on the slope of her neck, “Thank you, babygirl,” he murmured between kisses. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back and headed towards the bed, needing to put as much distance between their bodies as possible, “I had a lot of free time at the airport. Nothing too fancy required. I figured you’d have been happy with Chinese takeout but we’re moving up in the world.”

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lylahq:

Lyla’s eyes grew bigger in size as he murmured the seductive words just out of her mother’s range of hearing. “Oh my god,” she whispered as she pulled him around the corner quickly and let out an abrupt laugh. “Have you any boundaries?” She asked, her tone light and airy as they entered her bedroom. After taking in the room where she had spent the last 18 years, she collapsed down onto the soft white comforter and let out a soft sigh. Her eyes cut from the ceiling over to the frame in his clutches. “–That was my proudest moment,” she offered before sitting up straight, “A girlfriend and I snuck into pool area of a ritzy hotel uptown and went skinny dipping. It made for a very interesting run in with the cops and and even more interesting phone call to my parents from the county jail.” The memory brought a sly grin to her lips that slowly began to fade at the mention of her mother. Lyla simply offered him a shrug while coming up to her knees and tugging at the fabric of his shirt. “You really don’t need their approval, you know. Isn’t mine enough?” the blonde inquired, her lips brushing against his with every word.

“Damn-- I am very disappointed I wasn’t around to see that,” Xander sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if his next words were almost painful for him to speak, “You’re a real delinquent, Lyla Johns. I may need to start rethinking this relationship,” he trailed off, shaking his head and casting his gaze to the ground while a grin began tugging on one corner of his lips. Lifting his head only to be met with her soft lips brushing against his own, his hands reached out and grabbed her hips, tugging her onto his lap with practiced ease, “Your approval is more than enough, babygirl,” he murmured, moving his lips away from hers to trail them down the column of her neck, “I just needed hers, too-- for my own sanity. I know you’ll want your own approval from my grandparents, right?” he slid his hands beneath her shirt, his fingertips dancing up her spine while his lips finally landed on hers in a hot kiss that had him wanting to skip dinner for something much more satisfying. Instead, he drew back and tossed her onto her back atop the plush mattress, his own chest rising and falling heavily as he stood and moved across the room to lean against her dresser, “Get your fine ass ready for dinner. We’ve got reservations in half an hour.”

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lylahq:

Despite how scary similar Lyla and her mother looked, the two of them could not have been more different. However, it wasn’t their lack of common traits that had driven a wedge between the mother daughter duo, it was lack of care. That alone was the seed to all of her insecurities when it came to her outside relationships. Realizing that her eyes had began to glaze over, Lyla fluttered her eyelashes and focused on the conversation happening before her. Xander’s extended invitation to dinner, although appreciated was gracefully declined so that her mother could finish packing for Fiji. Thank God for that. The pleasantries continued on for a few more minutes before the conversation ended and Lyla could finally breathe again. It went surprisingly well which was just further confirmation that Xander was somehow different than all the rest. Tugging at his hand, she began to walk backwards in the opposite direction of the master suite. “Come on, casanova, I want to show you my room. I need to get changed for dinner,” she insisted. Her room was only a few doors down, and just as striking as the rest of the house. With soft blush walls and white linen, it resembled something out of a magazine only it had a touch of her as well. There were pictures all around of her and her high school friends– and framed on her bedside table in true Lyla fashion was her mugshot. Her parents just loved that. “–Welcome to number one on the list,” she hummed, her gaze skimming around the familiar room.

Xander offered her mother a final smile as he let Lyla lead him towards the door, “It was a pleasure to meet you. I promise I’ll take real good care of your daughter,” he continued, his voice dropping low enough so that only Lyla could hear his next words, “on the couch, on the kitchen counter, in the shower--,” he grinned, leaning in steal a kiss on her cheek once they were in the hallway. His body physically relaxed at having what he considered to be the hard part over and he followed close to her side, his interest piqued at the idea of seeing her childhood bedroom. Upon entering the room, was not surprised to see that room was just as beautiful as all the others in the house, only this one was riddled with pieces of Lyla’s personality. Moving towards the bed, he perched on the end and reached for the mugshot, amusement dancing in his gaze and he stared at the picture, “Oh, I am totally getting a copy of this for my apartment,” he chuckled, placing the photo back on the nightstand. “Your mom wasn’t too bad,” he commented absently, running his hands along the soft comforter adorning her bed, “I think she liked me enough to approve that I plan to ask you to be my girlfriend-- when the time is right, of course..”

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Lyla couldn’t quite turn away in time to hide her eye roll after he spoke. “You say that as if I’m not one to keep my word, Xander Eriksson. I bet you can’t even remember one time when I didn’t,” she challenged as she felt his fingers lace together with her own. Little did he know how comforting the small gesture was for her in that moment. Taking a few steps forward and leading him to a rather obnoxiously large door, Lyla’s chest rose and fell in a deep breath that she prayed he hadn’t noticed. “Mom,” she finally called out, her free hand forming a fist to offer a couple of short knocks. After being scolded in the past, she knew not to do too many. It was improper. Not that there was anything proper about Lyla as she stood now. After a short moment or two, the door finally crept open and the vision of her mother came into view. “–Mom,” she began, her gaze glancing toward Xander, “this is my…friend, Xander, from school. He’s in town for the night and will be staying with us,” her words a subtle dig at the fact that the two of them were technically still fuck buddies with no real title. She was sure he would catch it. Her mother’s gaze drifted from her to the guy standing next to her before she offered the same smile she offered all of her clients. It wasn’t long before she was extending out her hand and introducing herself as if she were the perfect mother– a facade Lyla knew all too well.

Xander would have been lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about meeting Lyla’s mother. He was fully aware of their strained relationship and. even though they seemed to be a bit estranged, her approval meant more to him than he would ever acknowledge. For practically his whole life, Xander had been actively seeking the approval he could never find with his own mother and in order to take the next step with Lyla, he needed that acceptance. Giving her hand a reassuring squeeze as the knocks echoed down the hallway, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest when the door finally opened to reveal an older version of Lyla standing on the other side. Reaching out to give her hand a cordial shake, a genuine smile found its way onto his features as he introduced himself, “Xander Eriksson. The friend. I greatly appreciate the hospitality. Lyla just couldn’t go a weekend without seeing me and insisted I come pay a visit to the west coast,” he replied, ignoring he fact that he’d invited himself in the first place while turning to shoot her a pointed look with an arched brow. “I was planning to take Lyla to dinner tonight and you’re more than welcome to join us if you feel so inclined,” he continued, turning his attention back to her mother before draping his arm over Lyla’s shoulder to pull her into his side, “I’m trying to make her fall in love with me,” he murmured, his voice lowered as if he were divulging a secret, “so if you have any insider information on how to make that happen, please let me know.”

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lylahq:

Noticing how short his response was to her detailed description of her mother, Lyla turned to him upon reaching the top of the staircase. The second floor of the Johns family home was nothing short of spectacular. From where they stood, you could peer out of the glass above the front door to see the ocean. A much welcomed change from her view of bright city lights on any other given day. Snapping her fingers in front of his face to pull him from his trance, she offered him a shake of her head. “F o c u s,” she softly commanded, her mind well aware of the scenarios dancing around his. “If all goes well, I fully intend on showing you what I had in mind as opposed to just telling you,” the blonde added, while reaching up and smoothing her hands over his chest– pulling at any wrinkles that he had absentmindedly left behind. She was worried, or at least not about him. She more so was afraid that her mom would say something stupid to offend him. It made her anxious even if he was conscious of her situation. “Okay, let’s do this–” she finally murmured, turning on her heel to enter the master bedroom.

“I am focused,” Xander replied defiantly, narrowing his gaze on her face when they finally reached the second floor, “on your ass maybe-- but focus is focus.” Taking a few seconds to take in the grandeur space, he had a particularly difficult time envisioning what it would have been like to be raised in such a lavish place. From the sleek marble floors to the massive windows that overlooked a breathtaking view of the beach, her home was a place he had only dreamed of and compared to the dingy shoebox apartment he grew up in, this was a place he could actually call a home. Though he was no stranger to envy, he felt it wasn’t fair to project his ugly feelings onto her. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter of where she grew up anyways. Pushing his darkened thoughts into the deep recesses of his mind, he could feel a grin tugging on the corners of his lips before he had the chance stop it, “You better make good on your word, Lyla Johns. I’m holding you to it.” Swatting her hands away when she began smoothing his shirt, he instead intertwined their fingers, nodding in the direction of what he assumed to be the master bedroom, “After you, love.”

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Lyla could tell by the sinister look he was giving her that his thoughts had traveled somewhere that wasn’t exactly family friendly. Cocking her head to the side slightly, she let her gaze to shift from side to side to scope out any eavesdroppers. Once she knew it was safe, Lyla allowed herself to get lost in the way he nibbled on her neck. A feeling that lingered on her skin even after he had pulled away. Letting out a disappointed huff, her gaze flicked up to him. “Remember that bucket list of places I wanted to have you at your Loft? –Let’s just say, I have one for this place too,” she offered, her tone dripping with seduction. A playful smirk danced across her girly features as turned on her heel and began to lead him toward the staircase. “Okay so, before I introduce you, you must know that I get my resting bitch face from my mom. She’s not angry, she just naturally looks that way. Oh and she’ll probably give you her business card. Just take it. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll find yourself wanting to buy a house in Malibu and you’ll already have a realtor,” she voiced, tossing back a wink while ascending the staircase.

A grin that hinted at his clearly devious thoughts emerged on Xander’s lips, his gaze heating as all kinds of scenarios began flashing through his mind. The kitchen counter-- the grand staircase-- the Persian rug on the living room floor-- they practically screamed ‘PLEASE FUCK HERE’ and he planned to do just that. “I expect a full, detailed list of every place you have in mind when we get home,” he murmured against her skin before removing himself from her side, following her closely up the steps. With his eyes currently fixed on her ass, her words practically flowed in one ear and out the other as he watched her ascend the staircase. “Mhm, yep, got it,” he answered absently, licking his lips as thoughts of peeling those tight jeans down her legs and taking her from behind started playing like a dirty porno in his mind. Once they reached the top, Xander finally gathered enough willpower to focus on the task at hand-- meeting her mother. He had always been good with women and could turn on the charm like a light switch, which he had a strong feeling he would need to do. Reaching for her hand and interlocking their fingers, he gave her hand a squeeze before nodding down the hallway, “Lead the way, babygirl.”

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