Briar Addison is a beautiful and intelligent young girl. She's always been told to act a certain way, as her parents are very rich and well known along the streets of London. Some call her spoilt, some say she has 'only child syndrome'. Some, even g...
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The sweat was practically dripping off of Briar's forehead from the endless practise of the upcoming ballet show. Mrs Allen had been pushing Briar to become the best dancer she could be.
Her feet were bleeding by the time she took off her pointe shoes. The pain she was feeling every time she flexed her foot was nearly unbearable. The muscles in her body screaming in agony each time she moved.
The big show was in three days and Briar was indeed nervous. It had been two whole months since the night her and Everett had their first kiss together, and since that day they have been nearly inseparable. Stealing kisses whenever they could, just trying to get a small touch that would ignite a flame so hot no one would be able to deny the connection between them.
During these two months, Briar had received a few notes here and there from a 'secret admirer'. She thought nothing of it and decided not to dwell on it, instead feeling flattered that someone liked her this much yet was too afraid to show who they were. She thought it was cute.
The sound of her phone ringing brought her out of her pain induced daydream. She looked at the called ID and a smile instantly made its way onto her face.
"Hi," Briar smiled as she greeted her boyfriend.
"Hi baby," Everett's smooth voice greeted her as she blushed at the nickname. "I'm outside."
"Okay, I'm just leaving the studio," she replied as she walked outside and limped over to Everett.
His arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up from the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He dipped his head and gave her a gentle kiss as a greeting.
"Your feet hurting?"
"Mmhm," Briar pouted her plump lips. "They're bleeding."
"I'll run you a bath when we get back to my place, yeah?" Briar nodded her head as he set her back down and intertwined their hands.
•••
Everett unlocked his door and walked inside with Briar tucked under his arm. The couple quickly stopped in their path with mouths hung open in shock.
There, on the sofa, was Rowan and Bexley in the middle of having sex - well almost.
Rowan was straddling Bexley with her mouth wrapped around Bexley's left nipple, her hand going...south. Both of their tops and bras were off, leaving them only in their matching lace thongs. Bexley was moaning loudly which made Brair's cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Everett let out a loud cough letting the other couple know of their appearance. Bexley and Rowan gasped in surprise and quickly rushed to put on their clothes.
"Hey B," Rowan laughed at her red face. "Wanna join?"
Everett grabbed her hips and picked her up before running off towards his room. The melodic sounds of Bexley and Rowan's laughs filling the flat. Everett placed Briar on the bed as he turned back around and locked his door.
