Bad Boy Benefits

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BRODY

I roll onto my side and groan as my sore face presses against the rough fabric I'm laying on. I pull the blankets that were around my shoulders closer to my face as the light pooled in through the blinds, rude awakening when all I wanted to do was sleep.

That was weird.

My bedroom had blackout curtains, it could be one of the sunniest days of the year and I wouldn't see a smidge of light.

Also, this blanket was way too soft to be my own.

Where the hell-

"Morning sleepyhead," A small voice I hadn't heard in a while says and I instantly fling my eyes open and jump to my feet, frantically scanning my surroundings. I almost knock over a table with a freshly brewed coffee on it. The antique furniture, the mixture of pale colors on the walls that looked as if they were out of a homeware magazine made my stomach twist.

Oh no, why was I here?

"Brody calm down," Golden blonde hair is what I see at first and then those big green eyes staring at me wide-eyed. If you'd asked me a few years ago about those eyes I would have told you they were the most beautiful I had seen.

That was until I had really looked into Ivys.

Oh, shit Ivy.

Yesterday's events came flooding back so fast it made me feel dizzy. Ivy, my dad, the drink I had brought and then it was all a blur. Oh no no no this couldn't be happening.  I stumbled and fell onto the sofa, letting out a frustrated groan and finding my head in my hands. I cursed to the high heavens.

If I was here then I'd royally fucked up, fucked up more than what I did yesterday.

"Brody baby, what's wrong?" She sank into the seat beside me, a gentle hand rubbing at the base of my back. Her hair brushed against my cheek and I could smell the cherry shampoo she'd used. I could understand why I might have driven here. She was familiar, warm, welcoming.

The girl I thought was my first love.

The girl I had lost my virginity to.

But then I remembered those freckles that scattered against that tiny button nose, the plump lips that I loved feeling against mine, that long brown hair that pooled out into waves against my white bedroom sheets.

Ivy.

My beautiful Ivy.

I couldn't have done this to her. I wouldn't have hurt her more than I already had.

Would I?

"Olivia, why am I here?" I shrugged her hand off my back and moved across the sofa so we were a safe distance apart. I saw her visibly sink but she hid it well with a white smile. 

Anyone else who didn't know her would think she didn't care but I knew her very well.

She chucked her hair over her shoulder and looked directly at me. "You came here last night drunk as per."

"We didn't you know..." I trailed. I prayed my worst nightmare wasn't true. I thought I was different now but had drink brought out the side of me I hated most about myself?