A trip was enough to start an argument between you and Niccolo, it was a simple excuse, because since you entered the party with that little dress covering your body the only thing Niccolo wanted was to rip it off of you.

He longed, he wanted your body for weeks, he missed your ecstatic expression for him and your moans flooding his ears, damn he hated you...he really did.

The argument between you escalated more and more, and in order to have some privacy in the middle of the party, Brando's room at the end of the hall was perfect.

As soon as the door closed, he cornered you against the wall and a mischievous smile formed on his frown, bringing his face closer to yours, "I hate you," he said quietly, brushing his lips with yours.