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Sun.

A few months ago, I would've said Lana was my sun. A bright ray of light that represented happiness in the darkest time. Looking back, I was putting a lot of pressure on her to fix me. It wasn't anyone else's job to repair the broken shards of my soul. Despite that, I latched onto Lana as my only lifeline. It made sense why I put her on pedestals.

I wasn't going to make that same mistake. Davina was my sun. But she wasn't a bright ray of light that cleared up my darkest clouds. Davina was something entirely different. She's the sun because she demanded attention like the natural lead star she was. Davina was my sun because, in the stormiest of times, she would be there to support me. Another human could only do so much when struck by their own demons.

She wouldn't be my sole purpose for living.

But one of the many reasons.

Though I didn't want to make the same mistake. Something wasn't working the way I wanted. I didn't want to fall in love with Davina too quickly. There are many things uncertain in my life, but having her by my side was something I knew would remain.

Unless I fuck it up.

Like with Lana.

Our separation from each other cleared my mind. But I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Had I stopped loving Lana because I stopped spending time with her or because I had fallen for someone else completely? It's a problem. With the solution being me moving back to NYC? Was it possible to love two people at the same time?

When did my life become a movie and everything was based on an annoying love triangle? I always hated watching them go down, yet here I was. In another love triangle, where every decision was based on my choices.

Fuck.

"Here we are, Mr. Bright," Jordan announced, dragging my attention out of its dazed state.

Davina wasn't comfortable with me driving to my parent's motel, so she begged me to let Jordan take me. I mainly agreed for her satisfaction. Guilt pumped through my veins as we pulled up to a realtor's office. The idea of owning a restaurant grew fondly with every passing day, so I figured why not use my extra time to scout out for vacancy.

I didn't want to reveal my plans until I knew I had a concrete plan. For fuck's sake, Davina Dialaurentis, a Michelin star holder, a famous actress, and the most gorgeous girl to ever exist as my girlfriend. I couldn't be branded as a loser even though I could never reach her levels of prosperity.

"Thank you, Jordan," I said.

"Would you like me to wait around?" Jordan asked, his gaze meeting mine through the mirror.

"I'll just text you. I don't mind waiting if I have to," I replied, opening the car door. "Thanks again."

The grass moved as a heaven-weaved quilt of the earth as if by root and stem it stood in protection of what mattered. The residential family-styled house painted with white and red planks towered over me. An open house sign stood in the middle of the year, living an awkward dent in perfectly cut grass. People exited and entered with grins on their faces as I took in the appearance.

My gaze lowered to my phone screen, rereading over the messages of meeting the realtor here. Anxiety spiked in the burning acids of my belly. Slowly, I walked inside, feeling like a fish out of water while everyone else acted as if it was their second home. Bryan, the realtor I scheduled with sat on the bar stool munching on the cookies.

Taking a deep breath, I held my hand out and said, "Hey Bryan. I'm Ambrose Bright. I contacted you about searching properties in New York."

Bryan cleaned his hands on a napkin before shaking my hand. "Great, I'm excited to help you search for property. It might be nervous at first, but go with what speaks with you."

I laughed, nervously. "I'll try my best. I really don't know what to expect."

Bryan opened his laptop and tapped on the keys while flashing a pearly smile. "Don't worry, it's my job to make this a good experience and help you get an idea of what you're looking for. So, what is it you do, Ambrose? You're twenty-three, right?"

I nodded. "I am. I'm an aspiring chef. I'm playing around with the idea of owning or leasing a restaurant depending on which is finically smarter. I've quite a bit of money saved so there isn't a budget."

Since childhood, I've learned to make ten dollars worth hundred dollars. If I was lucky, I would scrape dollars from between the couches or under the bed and purchase what was needed. When I moved out, budgeting got harder since the city wasn't the cheapest area to reside in. Instead of only food and toiletries, I had to worry about gas bills, electric bills, water, internet; the list was endless.

But I made it through and now I had the potential to live a comfortable life without having to kill myself to make ends meet. But I had the itching urge to spend hours behind a grill as I came up with new concoctions.

"Great! Should we go for a preexistent restaurant or a vacant space? I suggest a preexistent restaurant. It's easier to build off an already made kitchen instead of making one from scratch however it's just my suggestion," Bryan stated.

"Let's start with that," I replied.

Bryan clicked on a few different properties, but nothing spoke to me. Sometimes I recalled the conversation I had with Lana in her second semester of college where she struggled with choosing a path. I'm not the best at advice, but I've known since the ripe age of ten that cooking was a special skill I had. It just clicked. Like how when women gave birth and were automatically attached to the baby.

It would make sense. We would know it deep down in our chest if this was our destiny. That's the feeling I wanted to get while looking at vacant lots. And when I saw an old rundown red and black scheme Chinese store, everything fell into place.

I pointed at the lot. "What about this one?"

Bryan kept his expression natural as he moved the mouse to the property. "It's definitely a fixer-upper if you're up for it." He was not lying. The pictures showing the kitchen looked horrendous with brown crusted molds up and down the walls and floors. The checkered-board tile floors would need an upgrade but everything looked plausible.

"How's the rate?"

"Around 150.00 for every square foot which would calculate to around." Bryan worked his magic by using his fendy-dandy calculator. "101,250."

Money was the world's magic eight-ball because without it none of my dreams would've been possible. I wasn't always good at making lifetime decisions so I couldn't commit to anything right this second, but I knew if I waited too long someone could steal this from right under me. Besides, that's a shit ton of fucking money. If I signed the lease I couldn't back out because I lost passion or gave up.

"Do you know if anyone else is looking at this specific property?" I asked, cracking my knuckles.

Bryan cocked his head. "A good handful. The restaurant is located smat down on Broadway street which obviously brings in twenty times the traffic an area from Brooklyn would. If you're really interested in leasing this then I'll contact you if I hear anything. You could always counter the bid."

I grinned. "That sounds great."

Who would've known scouting for a restaurant tired every fiber in my body? All I did was listen yet it was a struggle to keep my eyes open during the drive home. But my body wrestled against sleeping with every impending message from Davina. My phone kept chiming with provocative photos of Davina like showing the top of cleavage as they were confided in her low-rise shirt and it was fucking killing me.

I've always been an ass guy but she was slowly turning me into a boob guy. Or maybe just everything Davina guy? Truth was, nobody was perfect. But Davina made the thought of someone being perfect real.

Jorden pulled up to the hotel. "We're here, sir."

I laughed. "It's really weird to be called that so why don't you just stick with Ambrose? I feel like I'm hundred years old."

He nodded. "Sure, I understand the feeling."

Dropping down to the ground, I strolled through the front doors and straight to the elevator. My heart bounced to the beat of a drum when another notification from Davina came through. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'd be damned if I ruined this. Quickly I screenshot the picture and stuck my phone back in my pocket as the doors opened.

Wesley's earthshaking screams were heard from the elevator and I grew a sudden inch to play a match. It has been weeks since I've touched my Xbox with Davina dates, schedules, and life-changing moments, but it didn't mean anything anymore. I rather spend any free with Davina.

Upon cracking the door opened, I watched as Wesley smashed right into the island as an Oculus was strapped on his head. A loud groan left his lips as the handles slipped from his grasp and he clutched his stomach instead.

Pain washed over his features as he took the headset off. "Remind me never to play this shit again."

I chuckled. "Why? It seemed like a lot of fun from my point of view."

Welsey placed the headset on the countertop. "Oh, it was until I slammed into the couch, the fridge, and this stupid counter. I'm probably going to have a huge ass bruise on my stomach now."

"Do you have it in you for a game session?" I asked, my eyebrows wiggling.

"Um... I'm down, but first I gotta go get something to eat. I've been strapped to this headset since you left," Wesley said, walking over to our shoe stand. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

I shrugged. "I'm fine with whatever you get."

Wesley stuck his two thumbs up. "Great! I'll be quick so don't go ditching me for Davina."

Instantly a smile crept my face upon mention. "No can do if the lady calls I gotta be there."

His nose wrinkled. "Did I act like this too? Gosh, we're so fucking whipped it's embarrassing."

I shook my head. "I'm not embarrassed. There's no reason to be. I'm crazy about her and I want everyone to know she's mine."

Wesley placed his hands up in defensive. "Someone is a bit possessive. Also for a tip, Davina loves that shit."

I sent him the birdie. "Shut up. I don't want a constant reminder on how you slept with my girlfriend before."

Wesley gripped my shoulder. "I'm just messing with you! I promise to not say anything about our short-lived relationship unless you asked me to."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you so please don't spit in my food," I said, batting my eyelashes like girls always did.

Though I don't think mine had the same effect...

His eyes gleamed with mischievous. "I make no promises."

As I heard the door slam, I wandered over to the couch and turned on my Xbox. My eyes darted at our selection of games trying to eliminate my choices to one. Thirty minutes must've passed as I chose Mario Kart because frequent knocks were coming from outside of the door. Groaning, I rushed over to the door hoping my timer doesn't run out so I wouldn't get a character by default.

The depth of the sky-blue in her eyes caused a sensation of tingles in my stomach. People would assume that boys don't get butterflies. We're expected to be calm, cool, and collected, but even as my girlfriend, nerves racked through my body as I admired her beauty.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you all day," I said, completely forgetting about the ongoing timer.

"Me too," Davina whispered, looking effortlessly perfect in her grey sweatpants.

Mario's shriek erupted through the silence. "Shit! Let me just play this one game then we can do whatever you want," I stated, dashing over to the couch and jumping to my spot.

"Sure." She closed the door. "I want to see how passionate you get while playing."

I smirked. "I get really passionate if I'm about to lose my first place."

Davina snorted under her breath. "Can't wait to see it."

Since I was too captivated by her beauty earlier, I was stuck as Toad and only had an option to choose my vehicle. My ego inflated like a helium balloon as my girlfriend admired me from afar. It was so stupid. But I had a bigger push to win.

The match started with my cart twisting and turning all the way to first place. It wasn't a victory yet. It's easy to slide from the track and shift down to fifth place. With my eyes fixated on the match, I shot my banana peels behind for a trap.

"Where's Wesley?" Davina asked.

"Umm... went to get foo- Fuck!" I shouted, watching as my cart fell into the water and wasted five seconds to come back. Those five seconds were way too precious.

My concentration faltered a bit as Davina's finger glided up my thigh. "So how long do you think we have until Wesley comes back?"

My eyebrows furrowed. "Probably like fifteen minutes, but it really depends on traffic."

"Perfect." She went down on her knees and pressed a kiss on my clothed cock. "Just because I can't have any fun doesn't mean you shouldn't..."

My head fell back, chest lifting and plummeting. "D, y-you don't have to."

Davina cupped my growing arousal, massaging it through my jeans, and I softly groaned through my teeth. "I want to," she whispered, "I want to make you feel so good."

She flicked open the button at the top of my fly and lowered the zipper carefully as I sucked in a breath trying to focus on this game. But it wasn't working. I've gotten a few blowjobs in the past years. It's not brag, but the truth. But when Davina's mouth found me, my balls drew up tight and my cock throbbed with excitement, pulsing like it's the first time a girl's tongue has ever touched it.

It might as well have been.

The tip of my dick damn near unloaded when the wet heat of her mouth surrounded me. One small, delicate hand caressed my thigh as she worked me over with her mouth. Her other hand was curled tightly around my shaft, and each long suck pushed me deeper into pure, blissful oblivion.

"Fuck this," I moaned under my breath as I dropped the controller on the couch.

My hips began to move. I couldn't stop myself from driving deeper into her mouth and tangling my fingers in her hair to guide her. She doesn't seem to mind though. My frantic thrust brought a moan to her lips, and the sexy sound vibrated through my shaft and riled up my spine.

"Good girl. Fill your mouth up with my cock," I groaned, urging her faster, feeling the pit in my stomach grow bigger and bigger. "I'm going to come."

Davina let me slide from her mouth with a swirl of her tongue, her right hand thickening him with every stroke of her fist. "Where do you want to give it to me?" she whispered, taking my sac in her hands and juggling it, leaning in to curl her tongue around the purpling tip. "Anywhere you want."

That was it.

An opaque cloud of gathering bliss reeled through me. My hips punching forward and back in desperation, as come shot up from my cock and all over her face. A giggle escaped her lips as she worked her tongue around my cock collecting the salty cream droplets. My body pulsated once more as she gave my cock a final long, hard, suck with a 'pop' at the end.

My hand came up to frame her jaw, a rush of wetness dripping from her eyes. "I didn't think I could deep throat him, but from your reaction. I think I've done a good job."

I pecked her sweet mouth. "Fucking fantastic. Once you're off your period, I'm going to repay the favor and make you come hard. So hard that everyone in our perimeter will hear you."

Davina's cheeks were stained pink. "Good. I want you to have me shaking."

I crashed my mouth down on hers, kissing her roughly, desperately, and poured in the form of deep, hungry, kisses that left us both breathless. She kissed back with the same hot passion, her hands clinging to my thighs like she's lost at sea and I'm her life preserver.

Then the door slammed open. "The line at taco bell was too long so I went with Wendys instead." Wesley placed the two large bags on the empty couch.

Davina cleared her throat as she cleaned the corners of her mouth with her sleeve. My breathing was ragged, but I tried acting as if I hadn't just gotten the best blowjob in my life five seconds ago. Wesley blinked, darting his questioning gaze between us before stuffing a fry in his mouth.

"Maybe I should've gone to taco bell instead..."

Hehehe so this is my first semi-smut scene so get excited for more 🤪😉!! Hoped you guys liked it so far ! Can't wait to read everyone's thoughts make me laugh guys! I haven't been feel well lately I need a laugh lol!

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