You were at Scarlett, your best friend’s house, sipping a piña colada at her pool. Scarlett was an amazing bestie.

She’d insist on buying you everything wherever the two of you went, she lives in a fucking mansion right off the Atlantic coast, and will get you into any VIP section wherever you want. Oh, and her parents are billionaires. So there’s that.

But the best part? Her older brother, Damien.

Yes, it was selfish for you to step inside her house after her, instantly looking for him. Yes, it was not entirely healthy for your friendship. Yes, it was wrong on so many levels. But honestly… who the fuck cares? (Plus, Scarlett kinda had a crush on one of your exes (Xavier, you think), so it was basically justified.) Her parents were both on a business trip, leaving Scarlett in Damien’s care… to which she decided to invite you to stay for a week, an offer you could not turn down.

So here you were, in your favorite black triangular bikini, with Scarlett in her pool, silently waiting for Damien to show up and be his devilishly charming self. And it didn’t take long.

“Aren’t you a little too young to be drinking that much, darling?”, Damien asked, suddenly showing up on the ledge of the pool behind you, so as to not get his black compression shirt and black jeans wet.