Forbidden Fantasies

MILES 

“Have you been able to find any hot chicks over there yet?” Brandon asked loudly through the phone, his voice filled with amusement.

“Unfortunately not,” I replied, leaning back against the plush headboard of my hotel bed. “My father  told me that I am not allowed out of the hotel villa without the family.”

There was a brief moment of absolute silence on the line.

Then, both of us immediately burst into loud laughter at the absolute absurdity of what I had just said. The idea of me actually listening to my father’s strict rules was completely hilarious.

“You are still going to leave the hotel anyway, aren't you?” Brandon asked, still chuckling.

“Of course I am,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I just have to find a way to bribe my annoying ass sister and her  sidekick first.”

“Ava?” Brandon asked, his tone suddenly shifting, sounding way more interested.

“Yeah. Who else?”

“Wow. You never told me she was going along on this trip with you both,” Brandon said, letting out a soft sigh. “Man, if I knew that, I would have tagged along to Greece with you.”

I narrowed my eyes at the wall, my grip tightening on my phone. “And why exactly would you do that?”

“What the fuck, bro? You already know damn well that I have been trying to talk to her for months,” Brandon said, laughing a little. “She completely hates my guts because I am best friends with you. You are literally spoiling my shit with her.”

“Well, go look for someone else then,” I snapped, my voice dropping an octave. A sudden, ugly spark of irritation flared up in my chest at the thought of Brandon looking at her. “Trust me, she is never going to give in to you.”

“Well, there is absolutely no harm in trying,” he muttered carelessly.

“Okay. But just don't go getting your heart completely broken by some total dork.”

“She is not a dork, Miles. She is just incredibly smart,” Brandon said, chuckling softly.

I frowned, wondering what the hell was so funny to him. An uncomfortable tightness gripped my chest. “I have to go. I’ll call you later,” I said flatly, not wanting to talk about Ava with him for another second.

“Alright, dude. Have fun in paradise,” Brandon said, and the line immediately cut out.

I tossed the phone onto the mattress beside me and let out a harsh breath. The fuck does he mean he would come over here? I scoffed out loud to the empty room. Just the thought of Brandon trying to flirt with Ava made my blood boil.

My mind instantly traveled back to the chaotic events of last night at the restaurant.

Truth be told, I hadn't actually planned on touching her. But the exact moment she dropped her fork in pure anger, I used the excuse of “calming her down” just so I could finally feel her bare skin under my hand. It was a totally lame excuse, but in that moment, I simply couldn't help myself.

She looked extra fucking beautiful last night. Like she had made a massive, extra effort just to look that jaw-dropping in that red short dress. Her sweet floral perfume was completely intoxicating. It had been messing with my senses and driving me insane during the entire ride to the restaurant.

And her voice… her voice was another major weak point of mine.

I closed my eyes, a low groan escaping my throat as my thoughts turned dark and dangerous. I always wondered how extra sexy her voice would sound when she was finally crying out and moaning my name in the dark. I would probably lose all my control and come out of pure excitement just hearing it.

But I knew that was completely impossible. She wasn't just any ordinary girl I could pick up at a college house party. She was Riley’s best friend. She was strictly off-limits.

I groaned again, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. I shouldn't even be thinking about her in such a filthy manner. It was wrong. It was completely forbidden.

But ever since I came back home from school, I couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to her every single day. I desperately wanted to know how she felt under my touch. I wanted to know how she sounded when she lost control. I wanted to know exactly how she tasted.

I told myself that maybe—just maybe—if I could find the answers to all these questions just once, I would finally stop having all these crazy, toxic fantasies about her. Otherwise, I was going to end up dying with these wild fantasies trapped inside my head.

Suddenly, a sharp, distinct knock came on my bedroom door.

“Miles!”

It was Ava. The exact moment her voice filtered through the wood, my cock immediately reacted, hardening instantly beneath my dark sweatpants.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes for a second to fight the sudden rush of heat.

“What do you want, Harper?” I called out loudly, making absolutely no effort to go and open the door just yet.

“Riley said you are with her laptop charger,” Ava called back, her voice sounding slightly impatient. “She needs it right now.”

I looked around the messy room, searching for the cord. Finally, I caught sight of the white charger peeking out from under one of my pillows. I walked over, yanked it out, and held it in my hand.

I stopped right in front of the door, closing my eyes and taking a few deep, steadying breaths to get my composure back. When I felt completely under control, I pulled the door open.

“Here, dork,” I said flatly, handing the white cord over to her.

Ava didn't take it immediately. Instead, she stood there in the hallway, her bright eyes narrowing as she studied my face and looked past my shoulder into the room.

“Don't tell me you have a girl snuck into your hotel room already,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, her voice dripping with pure judgment.

A slow, wicked smirk spread across my face. I leaned against the doorframe, looking down at her. “And what if I do?”

Ava let out a soft gasp of disbelief, her expression turning into a look of absolute disgust. “You are seriously disgusting, Miles.”

“I’ve heard way worse than that before, Ava… even from you,” I murmured, my eyes dropping down to her lips for a brief second before locking back onto her gaze.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, snatching the laptop charger out of my hand. She turned on her heel and started walking back down the hallway toward her own room. I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes locked onto her retreating figure, watching the sway of her hips until she finally stepped inside her room and clicked the door shut.

I closed my door slowly and leaned my head against the wood. My chest was heaving.

Now, I definitely needed to go out and find a random girl tonight—fast. I needed someone, anyone, to completely erase these dangerous, forbidden fantasies about Ava before they completely consumed me.