Lifetime Guarantee ➪ Josh Dylan

twenty eight

"There she is!" A reporter shouts to the cameraman, rushing over, microphone in hand, just to get as much of an interview as possible while on the red carpet. "Miss Smith! Please! "E! News"! A word!"

The actress pushes her hair aside, an elegant red dress hugging every curve from her waist up, long and flow from the hips down. The dress isn't the only thing hugging her curves...

"Hi there," she blurts out. The reporter fixes her hair and smiles at the camera before flashing back to the girl.

"So tell us, how crazy has your life been since your big break?"

"Well," she takes a heavy breath. "Not as crazy as you may think. Thank goodness for my friends," she motions towards the man on her arm, "and my family for being insanely supportive and providing amazing guidance-,"

"Oh, so, Mister Dylan here is just a friend? What are all those rumors about?" The interviewer asks. The actress laughs and shakes her head as the man's cheeks begin to flush red.

"Only friends, I promise you. You said it best: my life is crazy right now! I don't have the time to focus on others," she laughs, shaking hands with the interviewer.

"Thank you for your time, Cassandra!"

"Of course," she turns to walk off, her friend's hand sliding around her waist once again. She smiles as they make their way into the event.

Hours go by and the pair wines, dines, and chats with other celebrities, including the girl's own brother. Meeting extensive amounts of people in a short amount of time was brand new to the girl, despite her previous job. The two enjoy the event to its extent before hopping back into a limousine and returning to her residence.

She thanks the driver before guiding her friend up to her penthouse, shutting the door and finally letting all her hair down. The boy begins to pour himself a drink, taking a sip before darting his eyes towards the figure approaching him. She slowly slips the glass from his hand, taking a sip. He smirks at her as she narrows her eyes at him (in the best way possible). She swallows the painful liquid before crashing her lips onto his. Sliding his arms around her torso, he pulls her closer, deepening their encounter. She moans against him as he makes his way down to her neck. He pulls away and begins to unzip her dress, as she begins to unbuckle his belt, both finding their way to the nearest bedroom...

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"It gets better every time, Dylan," she exhales, wiping sweat off her temples. The boy lets a breathy chuckle escape his exhausted frame. They lay in silence for a few minutes before the girl pushes herself off the bed and strolls towards the bathroom.

"Cas?"

"Mhmm?" She responds, her voice echoing around the marble walls of the master bath.

"So, this is your idea of us being just friends?" He sits up, awaiting her answer. A quick laugh emits from the bathroom. The boy's heart sank.

"Josh," she peeks her head out. "It's best for both of us to stay out of the limelight as a couple...and you know that." She yanks a sweatshirt over her head and slips some underwear on. He avoids eye contact as she exits the restroom. Cas takes notice and sighs, walking over to him and taking a seat on the mattress. "Babe-,"

"I don't think friends call each other babe," he snips. She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not trying to lead you on. We've had this conversation too many times for you to be angry with me," she frowns, sliding her hand up to his cheek. He melts to her touch, but remains weary. "You know how I feel about you."

"Yeah, I do, but it still feels like I'm so much more into this than you are!" He bites. "I'm tired of just going out as friends and then coming back to your place to fuck. I don't want that."

"So you don't want to have sex anymore?" She pulls her hand away.

"No!" He barks, not realizing how desperate he sounds. "No, I just..." He grabs his boxers and slips them on.

"What do you want, Josh?" She sighs, her eyes beaming. He takes her hand and kisses the top of it.

"I want so much more, love." He lets her hand fall onto the bed before exiting the bedroom, searching around for his clothing.

"Please stay," she whimpers. He throws on one of his old t-shirts and shorts from his last visit and throws on a hoodie.

"Not until you figure out what you want..." He hesitates his next move, but grabs his phone and exits the apartment.

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