Frankie Del Rey's Story

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She took the steps two at a time until she reached the bottom and she looked out over the theater with a smirk. It was so quiet and beautiful. It reminded her of visiting her father, she missed him, it was her mother who refused to let her see him and kept him away. She was pulled from her thoughts when Mark grabbed her and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers hard and she moan against them as she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him back just as hard, her vodka bottle dangling from her hand.

"Damn." he said releasing her as he headed towards the stage and she walked over flipping on more lights. "So you're a dancer? That makes sense."

She smirked and nodded as she took another swig from her bottle, emptying it this time. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, grabbing a fist full of her hair and if he hadn’t wrapped and arm around her waist, she would have collapsed to the floor, because his touch mixed with the alcohol in her system, made her weak. He kissed her lips and she smirked, moaning softly as he slipped his tongue past her lips.

His lips moved along her jawline, she closed her eyes moving her neck to make it longer as he kissed down it. Her heart sped up and she couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through her, setting her entire body on fire. Finally he pulled away and she sighed and watched as he lit a joint, taking a hit from it, before placing it between her lips. She took a hit from it herself, coughing a little.

He grabbed her hand leading her onto the stage, she knew that stage well, she’d been performing on it since she was a little girl. The weird thing was she’d only ever shared the stage with Benji and her sister, other than that, she’d been on stage alone. Yet there was something completely different about being up on the stage with him in the empty theater. She watched as he sat down and emptied his pockets, that were full of drugs and she took a deep breath in, could she really go through with this.

She’d had plenty of chances to disobey her mother and ruin her life. Hell she was rich she could do whatever she wanted, she just couldn’t understand what it was about him that made her want to finally live.

"Ready to get fucked?" he said and she hesitated biting her lip, her eyes scanned over all the drugs. She took a deep breath before sinking to her knees and sitting down across from him.

“After you.” She said with a smirk. “Show me how it’s done bad boy.” She taunted, placing her hands in front of her and leaning across the drugs and pressing her lips to his neck, slowly kissing up until she reached his jawline and traced it slowly, before she paused at his ear. “Show me how it’s done.” She whispered before finally pulling away and holding his eyes watching him.

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He really should leave her, because once she got involved with his life, there was no turning back. Sabrina was a prime example of that. He’d met Sabrina at a club, much like he’d met Ryan. Sabrina had gotten high with him the for the first time, then she’d shot up with him a month later, and after that she was addicted to coke, all because of him. That’s part of the reason she was so thin and maybe that’s why he couldn’t stand being around her anymore, because she was getting sick and it was his damn fault.

"Yeah, Karin's a little too wasted to leave. I just put her to bed." he heard pulling him from his depressing thoughts, he hadn’t even realized Ryan had gotten in the car, but he was glad she had, because if he thought to long about all the damage he’d done to others, it drove him crazy.

“Figured as much.” He smirked. “Oh well maybe next time.” He shrugged as he started to car and pulled out of the drive way heading towards the outskirts of town, only it as on the industrial side of town.

They drove for a while before they finally pulled into the parking lot of and abandoned, warehouse, that honestly looked like something out of a horror film. The music could, clearly, be heard from where they were parked and through the top windows and a ray of different color lights, making it obvious the party was more like a rave.

“They’re going to stamp your hand, the stamp is laced with drugs. It’s this new thing…it’s not enough to hurt you, but you’re going to feel weird.” He said honestly, holding her eyes. “And, just so you know, you might see people you know here…” he trailed off as he glanced up seeing two very familiar people headed towards the car. “Status doesn’t matter here.” He smirked before stepping out of the car.

“Look what the fucking cat dragged in.” a pretty dark haired girl said walking up to Spencer and wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a hug as she placed her cigarette between his lips, before turning her attention to Ryan and raising a brow. “Little over dressed don’t you think.” She smirked as she made her way around the front of the car and over to Ryan looking her over. “Royce Bennett.” She said simply offering her hand.

“Roy, baby, don’t scare he away Jesus Christ.” Another voice spoke. “Where the hell have you been Spinner?” the guy asked leaning against the car. Spencer smirked as he took a drag off the cigarette.

Spencer didn’t answer the guy right away. “It’s always nice seeing you too, Jimmy.” Royce and Jimmy were two of his best friends, they were the only connection to his past life, besides his father and brother. Spencer made his way over to Ryan, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek, pulling her against him.

“Ryan. These are my good friends. Jimmy and Royce. Don’t let Royce’s bitchiness scare you, she’s harmless.” He smirked, up at the dark haired girl as he placed his cigarette between Ryan’s lips. “Ready, babe?” he asked.

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She watched him for a moment as he poured a bag of coke onto the stage and cut the powder into lines before snorting a few. She’d seen Max do it before, but watching Mark do it was different. It made her both nervous and excited at the same time. After he finished snorting, he pulled out a bag of pills and placed two in his mouth, holding her eyes.

He led across, the scattered drugs and lines of coke as he pressed his lips to hers hard, slipping his tongue past her lips and she couldn’t help but moan. He slipped the pills into her mouth and she swallowed them without a second thought. He moved his lips along her neck. He placed a hand on the back of her neck causing her to tremble as he opened her neck up more. His lips traced along her collar bone, before he finally pulled away a brilliant smirk on his lips, that made everything they were going to do seem okay.

"Go ahead." he said gesturing to the line of coke.

She glanced down to it, she could say no and just let the pills she’d just taken and the alcohol wear off. After tonight she could tell Mark she never wanted to see him again and she could go back to her seemingly perfect life and pretend she never met him. She glanced up at him, holding his eyes for a moment, before opening a bottle of tequila and taking a long swig from it, before smirking at him.

“It’s just tonight…right?” she said as if she knew it wasn’t, but saying it out loud made it not seem as bad.

She lend down, hesitating for another short moment before snorting the two lines he’d left there for her. She sat back up keeping her eyes closed and taking a deep breath as the drug filled her system. After a long moment, she opened her eyes again and locked eyes with him.

“There’s no go back now…is there?” she whispered like she was completely terrified. She was, she could feel herself falling for him, letting go of everything her mother had ever forced her to be, and finally being herself and somehow that scared her more, then Max ever had or the thought of her mother catching her with Mark. It was obvious, she’d never stepped out of line, she’d never been reckless or rebellious.

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"Fuck." She breathed and he smirked "Yeah, I guess it'd be pointless to pussy out now." he glanced to Jimmy as he placed his arm loosely around Royce’s shoulder. "I'm ready when you are." he led her to the door, where there was a line off people. Most of the guys were shirtless, where most of the girls were wearing bright colored bras and tight neon skinny jeans.

It became apparent, that Spencer and his friends came there very often and appeared to be something of royalty, when everyone in line stared as if they were celebrities and they were let right it. Spencer nodding to the bouncer who just smirked at them. Once they were inside they were stopped by someone, the room was dark and the man held a flashlight Jimmy and Royce put out their hands and the man stamped them, before they disappeared behind a curtain together.

Spencer put out his hand and the man stamped it, there was the familiar sting of the ink as it pressed against his hand, but he’d been there so many times, he was used to it and the drugs that the stamp was laced with had little to know effect on him. Though for someone like Ryan or people who only came there on occasion, it was quite an intoxicating experience.

The drug made your scenes hyper-active. The bass of the music vibrated through your body, the lights were brighter, it heightened your sex-drive, and intensified any other drugs you took. Once they both had their hands stamped, Spinner interlocked her fingers with his and pulled back the curtain, reveling a whole other world, it was really a getaway for misfits, the abused, the lost, and everyone in between. It was incredible. The music was slower, but that didn’t stop the hundreds of dancer on the huge dance floor below, dancing like they had no worries and right now was all the matter.

“Welcome to my world.” Spencer lend over and whispered to her as he lend against the railing the looked out over the enormous dance floor. He grabbed her jaw gently, turning her eyes away from the dancer until her eyes met his and he pressed his lips to her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips and pulling her body tight against hers. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pulling it her head to the side to open up her neck as he traced down it with his lips, he knew the drugs would be setting in by now and his lips against her skin would be unlike anything she’d ever felt and she’d never want to go back to Jason and if she did he’d always be on her mind. He brought his lips back to hers, slipping his hand into her hair and holding her in the kiss tightly, before she was pulled away.

“Sorry Spin, but your girlfriend needs to experience less of your lips and more of the dance floor.” Royce smirked as she drug Ryan behind her, down the stairs and onto the dance floor. Spinner rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. If anyone could show her a good time dancing, or a good time in general it would be Royce. So Spencer just rested his arms on the railing leaning forward and watching the two girls.

He felt someone come up beside him and he didn’t have to look to know who it was. Jimmy handed him a clear cup, the liquid was glowing blue and like nearly everything else in this place it was laced with drugs. The kind of drugs that no one could get their hands on without knowing people and being involved in some deep shit.

“When are you going to tell her?” Jimmy said watching the two girl and Spencer didn’t answer right away, he took a drink of the blue liquid.

“Tell her what?” he said pretending her didn’t know what Jimmy was talking about. “There’s nothing to tell her, she won’t stick around for long…she’s got a boyfriend.” He shrugged, keeping his eyes on her.

“Bull shit.” Jimmy said calling his bluff. “You don’t just bring any girl here Spence, you didn’t even bring Sabrina here.” Jimmy sighed running his hands through his hair as he turned around so his back was to the dance floor. “She deserves to know who you really are, if you plan on keeping her around. It’s not my life, but she deserves to know what she’d getting herself into.” He said honestly.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “It’s not going to be long term Jimmy. Just drop it.” He spat, downing the rest of his drink quickly.

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"Don't worry." he smirked as he pulled her to her feet. "You'll be okay as long as I'm here." He pulled her close wrapping an arm around her waist and she held his eyes, before he placed his lips to hers and she closed her eyes.

He pulled away as he disappeared back stage. She turned her back to the current as looked out over the empty theater. She wanted to believe him, that everything would be okay, but the truth was it wouldn’t be okay. She should have never brought him into her life. She wasn’t all that worried about him hurting her, she could take it, she dealt with Max. She was worried about him, her family was powerful and so was Max’s family, if they really wanted to get rid of him they would. If in the end they really wanted each other, they’d have to fight and even then she wasn’t sure fighting would do anything, but make matters worse.

She closed her eyes taking a deep breath in as the music started, it was dark and the mix of substances in her system made her body hyper alert, she could feel the bass, vibrate the stage. Instinctively she started swaying as if she was about to dance. It was just embedded in her DNA, when she felt a beat, she wanted to dance. She felt his hands on her hips, but she kept her eyes closed. Until, he pulled her body against his and she held his eyes as he moved her arms around his neck as he started to dance with her.

"I don't think either of us will be able to stop after tonight." he whispered and she smirked up at him because she knew it was true. He twirled her and she went willingly, letting him led her, which was unusual for her. She was always taking the led, even with Benji, but with him, it was different. He pulled he pulled her back to his chest gently. "If you want my honest answer anyway." he laughed softly as his lips traced her jawline and down her neck and she couldn’t help but moan. It felt incredible, unlike anything she’d ever felt and she knew part of that was the drugs, but most of it was honestly him.

“I was afraid of that.” She finally whispered after a long moment. “You’re the one thing I can’t have.” She whispered running her hands through his hair as she held his eyes and there was actual real pain in her voice, she didn’t try and hide it from him, there was no use, he already knew how miserable she was. She couldn’t pretend with him, she could be fake around him. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply, before pushing him away playful. “So, I guess we better just enjoy the time we have.” She smirked, pushing away her pain and putting on a smile.

The song changed, to a little more upbeat song. She back away from him slowly holding his eyes a playful smirk on her lips. There were a million things she wanted to tell him and she wanted to tell him to take her away from it all, even if a week from now or a year from now he got tired of her, she wouldn’t care.

“Your fucking incredible…you know that?” she laughed, continuing to create space between them as she spoke “You make me want live.” She said simply, before smirking. “Catch me.” Said, wondering if he’d catch on, but she really didn’t give him a choice as she started off after him, trusting him to catch her.

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Ryan locked eyes with him and he knew Jimmy was right, he was dragging her down into his dangerous world and not telling her was only putting her in more danger. The club they were out was just the beginning of a much darker world, that very people knew about and he was involved with. Spencer was a million times more dangerous than anyone knew.

“Fine.” Jimmy spat back irritated “But, she’s doesn’t belong here, you and I both know that.” He said and Spencer could feel Jimmy’s eyes on him. “She’s going to get hurt and then you’re going to end up getting yourself killed, don’t get involved.” He said trying to reason with him but Spencer didn’t want to hear it.

“Fuck off Jimmy, if I wanted your advice I’d ask for it.” He spat finally taking his eyes off Ryan and taking dangerously close step towards Jimmy. “I know what I’m doing, Royce was just as innocent as she is and you fucked her up beyond repair, bringing her here. Don’t preach to me.” Spencer said fists clenched.

Him and Jimmy glared at each other for a long moment, before Spencer finally pushed past him and made his way down the stairs and onto the dance floor. The world they were involved in was dark, dangerous, and something that seemed as if it was right out of a movie. Royce had been drug into it, because of Jimmy and now she didn’t even remember who she was, she was Jimmy’s experiment.

Spencer found Ryan and Royce fairly easily, by now he knew the drugs had set in and both girls were running simply off of feeling. The drug was interesting and quit futuristic in all honesty. It was intoxicating and made you forget about everything and live only in the moment. Spencer grabbed Royce and smirked up at Jimmy, before pressing his lips to hers roughly and kissing her, he watched as Jimmy’s whole body tensed.

Spencer then released Royce and grabbed Ryan as the song changed, to a faster paced song. He pulled Ryan close, pulling a pill out of his pocket and placing it in his mouth, the pill was a higher dose of what the stamp was laced with, he pressed his lips to Ryan’s hard, but deeply. The kiss was different from the one he’d just shared with Royce and that was obvious, just by looking at the way he was kissing her.

He slipped the pill into his mouth, before his lips trailed her jawline and down her neck, before he started dancing with her. His hands roaming her body freely, yet possessively, making it clear she was with him.

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She was sure he wouldn’t catch her, she was positive she’d have to catch herself and that was okay because she was used to that. Not just when it came to dancing, but when it came to her life in general. But, when he caught her, she let out a breath she’d been holding in and she was surprised. She’d trusted him and he hadn’t let her down, he’d caught her. He lowered her back down and she matched his smirked as he pulled her close wrapping an arm around her waist.


"You can live." he whispered and his words made her heart race."You've just got to be brave enough." He said kissing her lips hard, but still deep and she kissed him back, just as deeply. He slid his hand into her hair, holding her in the kiss, but even if she would have wanted to, she couldn’t have pulled away. "You're pretty fucking incredible yourself." she threw her head back laughing.

She felt light with him, she had no worries and for the first time in her entire life she was actually happy. He laughs were real and her smiles were genuine. She felt like she could do anything as long as he was by her side and that feeling he gave her made her feel infinite, invincible. She pressed her lips to his again, before letting her lips trail along his jawline, slowly, before pulling away and holding his eyes.

She stepped away from him, smirking before she disappeared back stage. She slipped out of her dress, slipping into a pair of sweats and slipping on an oversized shirt, tying it in the back and securing it with a rubber band. She pulled her hair out from the back of the shirt, grabbing a pen, before coming back out to where he was. Grabbing one of the bottles and taking a swig from it before setting it back down.

She didn’t say anything to him as she closed the distance between them and lend up kissing his lips softly, softer then she had before, before pulling away and smirking up at him. She grabbed his arm, flipping it over so his palm was facing up. She turned so her back was facing him as she wrote in beautiful cursive her name on his wrist. She knew he wouldn’t understand what she’d done, she turned back to face him looking from where she’d just written her name up to him, rubbing her thumb across it gently as she held his eyes.

“It’s something my dad taught me.” She explained. “It’s just ink and with time it will fade.” She spoke softly. “But the feelings and the memories, won’t.” she smirked. “it’s stupid…I know.” She said running her fingers through her long hair.

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Spence was actually surprisingly good at dancing and he kept up with Ryan effortlessly. Holding her body tightly against his, whatever had been in that drink had been stronger than normal and he was starting to feel the effects of the drug that was in his drink. He glanced up to Jimmy, who smirked at him like he knew he was feeling it.

“Fuck.” He breathed though he knew Ryan couldn’t hear it over the music, Jimmy had purposely given him something strong, because Jimmy wanted the real Spencer to come out, so he’d scare Ryan off. He thought he was helping, but if Spencer lost his temper he could really hurt Ryan.

"What did you give me?" he barely heard Ria, over the music, but he didn’t answer her. He had to prove to Jimmy he could control his temper.

So he turned Ryan around roughly and pressed his lips to her hard, yet deeply. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he couldn’t just kiss her, every time he kissed her there was passion and honesty in his kiss, unlike when his meaningless kisses with every girl he’d ever kissed and that was strange to him. He wasn’t going to let Jimmy win and he wasn’t willing to give Ryan up that easily.

He pulled away lacing his fingers with hers as he drug her off the dance floor, he pushed her up against the nearest wall, roughly. He kissed her lips hard, possessively as his hand felt it’s way slowly up her body and wrapped around her neck, tightly. Not tightly enough to hurt, it was more playful then dangerous although, it didn’t matter how playful it was it still most likely felt dangerous. His free hand slipped up under her dress rubbing the inside of her thigh. He had her pinned against the wall, even if she wanted to escape she couldn’t.

It was the drugs that were making Spencer so forceful. He kissed her harder slipping his tongue past her lips. As his lips left hers, he bit her bottom lip smirking as his lips trailed along her jawline, down her neck and along her shoulder. Every bit of him was on fire, it was what she did to him and it was intensified by the drugs and the music the pulsed through the club now. The atmosphere of the club was getting dark, like it always did. He couldn’t think straight and he hopped she wouldn’t push him away or try and get away because it would only piss him off and he’d hurt her and Jimmy would win.

His lips trailed back up her shoulder and neck, He pressed his lips to her again, before pulling away. He rested his forehead against hers, out of breath and he knew he was flushed, but he didn’t care. His eyes were closed, he wanted her to realize what was going on, realize that she was better than him, he wanted her to run. Because Jimmy was right, she didn’t belong there he’d shatter her, she’d never be the same. He’d completely consume her.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He finally whispered, but he kept his eyes closed. “I’m dangerous, kitten.” He tried explain to her. “I’m not good for you.” He said finally opening his eyes and there was a darkness there, that would scare any normal girl and he hoped it was enough to scare her away, to see what those drugs did to him. He needed her to realize that the drugs he dealt with were worse than any mainstream drug she’d ever heard of.

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He grabbed her pulling her close and she looked up at him watching him. Why couldn’t she have meet him a year ago, at least then she could have fought for them to be together, because then they hadn’t had an entire million dollar wedding planed.

"No it's not." he whisper and that struck her. She done the same thing with Max, when they’d first met, he’d washed it off and was the one that told her it was stupid, yet Mark told her it wasn’t.

He lend down, kissing her gently causing her whole body to shiver. He placed a hand on the back of her neck, slipping his tongue past her lips and kissing her deeper. She kissed him back just as deeply. She’d never been kissed that way by anyone. His arms tightened around her and in the kiss she could taste the passion and it made her want him so bad it physically hurt.

His lips moved away from hers and along her jawline and neck. Each kiss leaving a trail of fire, making her want the moment to last forever. The way he was touching her and kissing her made her finally believe in everything her mother had ever told her wasn’t true. Her mother had told her when she was a little girl that love wasn’t real. You married for money not love, if you wanted to survive. But, suddenly with him, she didn’t give a shit about money or even dancing, she just wanted to be with him.

"I wish you were mine." he whispered against her skin and the words made her close her eyes, because she wanted so desperately to be his. His lips came down on her again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

She pulled away as the song change, tracing his jawline before pausing at his ear. “I already am.” She whispered, kissing his cheek gently. She pulled away holding his eyes for a long moment. The truth was he had her last night on the beach, he’d stolen her from Max and if she’d never saw him again, she’d have spent the rest of her life wanting the feelings he gave her. But, just because she wanted him, didn’t mean she could have him and that’s what was really killing her. “You’ll always have me.” She shrugged, as if they were high school sweethearts and she was only leaving for college.

And for the moment, that was believable enough to keep them sane, but deep down they both knew her situation was impossible and they could talk about running away together all they wanted, but in the end she was still getting married and the time they spent together would be nothing but an moment in time, a beautiful memory.

She smirked as she sank down to the floor pulling him down with her. She laid back pulling him over her, with a smirk, she held his eyes, grabbing a fist full of his shirt and pulling his lips to hers kissing him deeply.

“Let’s just pretend…it’s just us.” She whispered against his lips. “That, there’s nothing keeping us apart.” She said in between kisses as she slipped his shirt off and ran her fingers along his spine, before her lips moved along his jawline.

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He watched her for a moment as she tried to compose herself. She was beautiful, he was realizing that the more and more time he spent with her, just how incredibly beautiful he was. Why the hell was she waiting her time with guys like him and Jason when she could do so much better and when she deserved so much better?

"I'm not stupid, I know you're dangerous." he rolled his eyes, sighing "And I know you're not good for me, but I'm sick of people telling me what's good for me. I don't want what's good for me." she smirked as she pressed her lips to his jaw and neck, causing him to moan, because her kiss was intensified by the drugs "Seriously though, if you were looking to scare me away, you fucked up by getting me all worked up like that first." he finally smirked as he continued to listen to her. "Now I'm not leaving until we finish what you just started."

“Fine.” He smirked wickedly “But, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shrugged grabbing her wrist roughly and dragging her behind him walking a little ways, before opening a door to a dimly lit, lounge area. There were people in there, making out, obviously high on the drug that was native to the club. “Get out.” He ordered, earning a few scoffs, but no one argued.

Once they were alone, he pushed her up against the wall again and he wasn’t gentle. He closed the space between them quickly, kissing her hard, breaking the kiss only to slip her dress off over her head and toss it away before his lips came down on hers again. He slipped his hand into her hair, grabbing a fist full of her long dark hair and tilting her head to the side as his lips came down on her neck, before tracing her collar bone.

It didn’t matter that there were hundreds of seriously fucked up people right outside the door or the fact the door had no lock and anyone could walk in at any moment. If anything that made the whole experience that much more exciting. The drugs were completely in control of Spencer now and they made him rough, dangerous, and forceful.

He grabbed her wrist pulling her tight against his body, before pushing her down on the couch and wasting no time to climb over her. He kissed her roughly again, only this time it was deeper and even through the drugs, he knew she meant more to him than just a meaningless fuck and that drove him crazy. His lips left hers and moved along her jaw, as his hands roamed over her body freely, he paused at her ear.

“Your mine now, you can tell that boyfriend of yours to fuck off.” He smirked wickedly.

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A part of her felt stupid, be she’d only known him a short time. What if he was playing her? What if he was only using her and telling her the things she wanted to her, because he knew how desperately she needed an escape. There was that brief moment of what ifs and what was she doings. But the second her grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers all the worry had faded instantly.

He lifted her up slowly, slipping off her shirt, before slipping off her sweats and crawling back over her. She moaned arching her back a bit as he rubbed her thigh, his tough mixed with the drugs felt incredible. He kisses along her jaw and neck, tracing her collar bone, She closed her eyes, taking in the moment, knowing an second what she was feeling with him, could all be ripped away from her.

"You'll always have me too babe." he whispered, causing her to smile as she pulled his lips back up to hers and kissed him deeply.
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They’d gone all night, only stopping to shoot up or take shots. It was incredible being with him, she wanted to stay with him forever, but she knew when morning came, they’d have to say there goodbye’s and she wasn’t sure she’d get to see him again. When they had sex, it wasn’t like her and Max, it was full of passion and he made her feel like she was worth more than just her dancing skills and her good looks.

Eventually they’d fallen asleep, but she hadn’t really fallen asleep. She laid on his chest for a long time, just listening to his heartbeat. It was loud in the silence of the massive, empty theater. She could lay there with him forever. Finally though she sat up, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on, before slipping her panties on, she kissed his lips before grabbing a half full bottle of whiskey and heading up stairs.

She needed to clear her mind and the only way she knew how to do that was dance. She figured he’d be asleep long enough, she propped open the door and headed inside flipping on the music as she took a swig from the bottle, setting it down next to the stereo. She made her way to the center of the floor, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. She closed her eyes rolling her neck, slowly stretching it out as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6ZWlDks0nQ]the music[/url filled the room.

Everything came flooding in. In a week she was having her engagement party, in a month her rehearsal dinner, and a few days after that her wedding. Every other damn girl in the world who knew who Maximillian Vanderbilt was, envied Frankie aside from her sister. Yet all Frankie wanted was Mark, a guy who’s last name was a mystery to her. In fact she knew nothing about him, not even his age and she wanted him more then she’d ever wanted Max. She prayed her sister would be smarter than her and tell her mother to fuck off before she had the chance to trap Ryan to.

Frankie started dancing as the song picked up, moving effortlessly with the music. It was really beautiful to watch her dance and as she danced, all her worries disappeared, exactly like she wanted them to.

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"Okay." she breath and he smirked knowing that if she was sober, she’d never agree. She slipped off his shirt and ran her fingers along his chest, setting his entire body on fire. It was like a surge of electricity through his entire body. He honestly didn’t want to be with anyone else but her. Her lips moved along his jaw and neck and he moaned hating what she was doing to him, most girls couldn’t get a reaction out of him. "I'm sick of him anyway." she whispered.

He grabbed her arms pinning them above her head as he placed a hand on under her, lifting her up enough to undo her bra, sliding it off before pinning her hands above her once again and leaning down so his lips were next to her ear.

“Good.” He whispered simply, but his voice was laced with danger, as if warning her.

He pressed his lips to hers again, moving along her jaw and down her neck before tracing her collar bone and continuing down her body with hot kisses as his hands moved freely over her body. He slipped off her panties of quickly, smirking up at her before kissing the inside of her thigh.

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They went until she couldn’t go anymore and she’d fallen asleep. He lay with her for a long time, letting her sleep despite the pounding music, just outside the door. Finally he got up careful not to wake her as he slipped his jeans back on, throwing his shirt over her as a make-shift blanket. He sat down on a chair across from the couch watching her breath, slowly.

The music and the people had all gone, the warehouse was empty and he was left feeling like shit. When she woke up, she wouldn’t remember what happened last night. She’d only remember what it felt like with him, the way the drug made his skin feel and the way he kissed her. It was how the drug worked and why people who took it got addicted to each other like Jimmy and Royce. Because it was like a hypnosis. She wouldn’t be falling for him, she’d be falling for the way he made her feel and for some reason that bothered him.

He wanted her, so badly, it hurt, but even with his threat last night he knew he still couldn’t have her. She didn’t belong to him, she didn’t belong in his world just as much as he didn’t belong in her world. He hated himself for bringing her there. He rested his elbows on his knees leaning forward and burying his face in his hands. Why’d he have to ruin everything?

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She was pouring all of her emotion into her moves; all her guilt, worry, pain, and pleasure. Every feeling she’d felt the past forty eight hours was driving her perfect routine. Even as flawless and passion filled as her routine was in that very moment, her mother would still find something wrong with it and that frustrated her, so mentally he pushed herself harder.

But what for, why? No matter how hard she pushed herself it would never be good enough for her mother. So, she stopped letting herself breath. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and for the first time she could feel his eyes on her and she glanced up to see him in the door way and she smirked.

“Morning.” She said softly, as she walked across the dance floor to him wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his, before pulling away and resting her head against his chest, for a moment before pulling away and leaning in the door way opposite him. “I don’t want you to leave.” She said honestly “And, I don’t want to go home.” She sighed pulling the rubber band from her hair.

She wanted to spend the rest of the day with him, she wanted to see his house. She wanted to get to know him, but she’d never be able to. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair as she glanced to his wrist, where her name had already started to fade and it killed her to think that he’d probably be able to move on, because that’s just the kind of guy he was.

“Just promise me, you won’t forget me.” She said glancing back to him and holding his eyes. She knew one night of staying out partying was enough to piss her mom off, but two night without coming home, not to mention the fact that Max had probably went home complaining about how she hadn’t went with him, that was enough for her mom to send the cops after her.

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He sighed closing his eyes, he was exhausted. He was running off of little to no sleep. The silence of the warehouse was actually calming and knowing she was there with him. He had a massive headache from the large does that Jimmy had spiked his drink with, he hadn’t taken that much in a long time.

He heard Ryan sit up and he glanced up, sighing. She was even more beautiful when he was sober and he just wanted to leave with her. They both had too much history rooted in New York city, if they could just get out of there, they might stand a chance together. She might be the one person who could fix him, then again, he wasn’t just broken he was shattered.

"You ok?" her voice seemed to push down all of his bad feelings and he simply nodded as a reply. He watched her close the space between them. She lifted his chin gently, before pushing him back into the chair and climbing into his lap and as if they’d been dating for a long time, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I think maybe I'll tell my mom I was hit by a train."

He smirked at her comment and now that she was sitting with him, he’d just started realizing the bruises that cover both her body and his. He couldn’t remember much from last night, because he was on the drugs to about the only thing he could remember was his threat to Jason and sex with her, because no matter what drugs he was on having sex with her was to incredible to forget.

"That should explain all the bruises." she laughed against his lips and he sighed. "What's wrong?" she whispered kissing along his jawline and it was obvious he was distracted. “You seem upset, please tell me it was as good for you as it was for me." he held her eyes for a moment, before smirking.

“There’s nothing wrong, when your around.” He said pressing his lips to hers, before his lips went to her neck. “The sex was great…if that’s what you mean.” He whispered continuing to kiss her neck, before pulling away and holding her eyes. “But, we should probably get you home.” He sighed not wanting to let her go, but knowing the longer they put it off the more trouble she was likely to get into and them being caught wasn’t exactly conducive to the situation if he ever wanted to see her again.

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She watched as he lend in close closing the distance and kissed her again. "Never." he smirked as he pulled away "Besides, you say it like you won't be back for more." she gave him a sad smile because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sneak away, her mother was going to lock her away because of the past two days. "But you have to go home and I have to get Benji's car back before he realizes it's missing and kicks my ass." she nodded.

The two of them headed back down to the theater where they got rid of the evidence of their private party last night, before she slipped back into her dress and they headed out to the car. She was glad he was driving Benji’s car, because then it would just look like he was dropping her off if anyone saw.

She was able to sneak upstairs, when Max was passed out in her bed. He had his own damn house why the hell couldn’t he pass out there. She thought bitterly as she hopped into the shower. It was daunting to think she’d have to go back to her normal, boring life after the last forty eight hours. She sighed as she stepped into the shower.
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The week had gone by agonizingly slow and just as Frankie had assumed her mother had made it so that someone was watching her nearly every second. She’d spent the better part of the week, moving into Max’s luxuriously boring condo on the upper east side of Manhattan. When she wasn’t with Max, she was at the studio teaching and on top of all of that, her mother had forced her to cut her hair for the engagement party. She’d made her cut her nearly hip length hair all the way to the middle of her back.

Now it was the night of the engagement party, being held at one of the ritziest country clubs in all of New York. Everyone, who was anyone was going to be there, not just because a Del Rey was getting married, but because a Vanderbilt was getting married, the oldest to be exact. Everyone including Frankie’s biological father, which meant if there was ever a night she couldn’t fall out of line it would be tonight and her wedding.

She looked herself over in the mirror as she finished trying to make the black eye from last night’s fight with Max, disappear as well as the ones around her neck. She’d done a decent job, she just hoped her make would hold up all night. She finished her make-up, before curling her hair and pinning up one side with a diamond clip, before slipping into her dress.

She’d spent most of the week thinking about Mark, she couldn’t get him out of her head as much as she knew she had to, she just couldn’t. She looked incredibly stunning, the dress mixed with her makeup and hair, she was beautiful and she knew that and a part of her hated it. She was dressed up for the wrong person, the wrong party and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She’d only spent two amazing days with him, yet when he wasn’t around she felt alone and empty.

Frankie slipped into her heels, before heading out to the living room, where Max was bluntly hitting on his assistant. Francesca bit her lip so hard she could taste the blood. She cleared her throat and his assistant, smirked before slipping out of the room.

“Oh come on Francesca, you can’t expect me to stay faithful…when you didn’t.” he said with a wicked smirk. She knit her eyebrows in confusion, was he serious? He crossed the room pulling her close and she turned her head, but he grabbed her jaw, rough enough she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow. He forced her to look at him. “Your beautiful.” He said leaning down and kissing her lips and surprisingly it was gentle and so she kissed him back. “Tell me you love me.” He whispered against her lips as he tightened his grip around her waist. “And make it believable, because you have to fool everyone tonight.” He taunted her obviously know she didn’t love him.

“I love you, Max.” she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck and smirking as she pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply, she pulled away holding his eyes. “I’d love you more if you weren’t such a dick all the time.” She spat and he rolled his eyes grabbing a hand full of her hair making her groan in pain, before slapping her across the face. She let out a small pained noise, but he didn't give her time to react as he grabbed her face forcing her to look at him again, wiping the blood from her nose.

"I kind of think you like it when I slap you around." he smirked wickedly. "You sure as hell egg it on princess." she winced because that was what Mark had called her. "Don't get blood on your dress." he laughed darkly, taking a flask from inside his suite jacket and taking a swig.

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He watched as she reluctantly stepped off his lap and got dressed. He didn’t want her to leave, but he couldn’t stop her. Finally she slipped off his shirt and tossed it to his lap.

"I'm ready when you are." she whispered and he nodded as he stood up slipping it on, before slipping his shoes on and grabbing his keys, cell phone, and gun off the table, before lacing his fingers with hers and slipping out of the room and into the main part of the abandoned warehouse that now was vacant of people and didn’t seem nearly as glamorous or fantastic as it had last night, now it was just boring.

The drive was quite back to her house and when he finally pulled up he lend across the center, placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her deeply, because he wasn’t sure he’d get to see her again, so if it was there last kiss he wanted to make sure, she knew how he felt, so he kissed her deeply slipping his tongue past before pulling away.

“See you later babe.” He smirked.

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After dropping Ryan off he’d tired texting her a few times and they’d carried on a few conversations, but she’d seemed distracted and he assumed it was her mother or Jason who was distracting her or not letting her text him and so eventually he just stopped and only answered her when she texted him. It was agonizing and the single week had felt more like a year and he hated that he felt like he needed to hear her voice to get through the damn day, that wasn’t him.

He’d given his brother the money and paid him back, twice what he’d bought the drugs for and in return his brother had given him extra drugs as a thanks. Spencer had reluctantly slept with Sabrina and managed to get Karin’s number from Sabrina and had hooked up with her once, but it was nowhere near as incredible as being with Ryan and he hoped that Karin wouldn’t open her mouth.

He hadn’t meant to sleep with her, he’d originally just wanted to sell drugs to her again in hopes of selling them for far more than they were worth, because she wasn’t very smart when it came to money and drugs in the same sentence, she just kind of handed him stacks of hundred dollar bills like it was nothing. Then he’d stayed for a couple drinks and they’d gotten fucked up together and when he woke up he was next to her and he hated himself.

So that night he’d gone to the club and nearly overdosed on the drug, which he didn’t even think was possible. The whole week had kind of been one miserable blur, then he’d went back to Karin a second time, because he could fucking get ahold of Ryan and he was pretty sure he was losing it and he just wanted to be numb and fucked up and he knew eventually Ryan would find out and she’d hate him and that killed him.

What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he stop think about Ryan when he was with another girl? he thought as he rolled sat up, it just wasn’t him to get stuck on one girl. Karin’s parents were still gone and they had sex on nearly every bed in the house and they’d fallen asleep on her parent’s bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and he could hear Karin snorting lines behind him, before her lips came down on his shoulder and traced it but he pushed her off and stood up slipping his jeans on.

“What’s wrong pretty boy?” she mocked, like she could read his mind “Can’t get little miss perfect out of your head.” He rolled his eyes. “Forget it, Jason’s got her wrapped around his finger, you were just a fling, she’s already back with Jason.” He turned and glared at her as if she was lying.

“Shut the fuck up.” He spat. “Pay me so I can get out of here.” He sighed slipping his shirt on as he ran his fingers through his hair.

He watched her walk over to him and she shoved a shit load of cash in his pocket and he smirked as she pulled him close, using his belt loop, she pressed her lips to his and he sighed kissing her back, but their was nothing there.

“Ryan’s sister’s getting married, their having an engagement party tonight.” He raised a brow wondering why the hell she was telling him this. “Come with me…as my date.” She smirked and Spencer rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun. You can borrow one of my brothers Armani suites.” She said between kissed. “Dress up.”

“No fucking way.” He shook his head.

“But Ryan will be there.” She whispered and that was the only thing she had to say, she hooked him with that and even though he’d look ridiculous trying to act like he fit in, in her world, he’d get to see her and that’s all that mattered.

“Fine.” He agreed “But you don’t say one fucking word about us. As far as Ryan is concerned, I’m your drug dealer…not your fuck buddy.”

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She glared at him as he taunted her and she was just about to scream at him, she didn’t care if her mother was down stairs getting ready. Her family and Max’s family weren’t strangers to their screaming matches. She raised her head and slapped him across the face but before she could he grabbed her arm roughly pulling her close.

"Get your hands off her you fucking prick." Frankie sighed as Max released her and turned to face Ryan with a taunting smirk. "She might be too afraid to tell mom about you, but I'm not afraid to tell dad, and trust me, there's not a thing I can sell him that dear old daddy won't buy so fuck off Max." Max rolled his eyes, Frankie could tell her sister didn’t look good and she wanted to talk to her, but she knew Max wouldn’t let her leave his side "You look good. When are you going to tell mom that you don't want to marry this dick?" Max had odviously had enough of her attitude and he started after her but Frankie stopped him. "Have a nice party."

Frankie stepped in front of Max glaring at him. “Touch my sister and I’ll kill you.” She said in a serious tone and Max had obviously gotten the hint and he rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed taking another drink from his flask. Frankie walked over to her sister looking her over before sighing.

“Listen sis. I’m not going to force you to go, because I’m not mom.” She teased trying to make light of the situation “But, you’re my maid of honor and it’s be a shame for my best friend not to be there.” She said giving her sister a soft smile. “So, just think about it…okay.” She said wanting her sister to be there.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Max spat as he stood up. “Cut the fucking shit, look at her, she looks as bad as you did when you came home the from fucking that guy last weekend.” Frankie tensed. “You’re really want your skanky ass sister there.”

“I was one fucking night Max…drop it.” She said turning her back to Ryan. “You fuck everything with a pulse so don’t give me shit about one mistake and don’t you ever talk about my sister like that!” She yelled closing the distance, between the two of them. “Don’t act like your all high and mighty, because you a fucking Vanderbilt, your family is shit compared to mine sweetheart.” She smirked wickedly, inches from his face, knowing that once they were alone he was going to beat the shit out of her but she didn’t care.

She grabbed her purse quickly, she could feel his anger and it only made her smirk grow. “I love Ry-bear.” She said kissing her sister’s cheek as she headed down stairs and Max followed after her. “See you at my party.” She called to her sister as she headed down the stairs composing herself like nothing had happened.

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Karin zipped her lips and pretended to throw away the key as she laced her fingers with him and drug him down the hall to whom he assumed was her brother’s bedroom, she ordered him to take of his cloths as she started playing dress up, until she finally had a decent looking suite on him, then against his will she proceeded to give him shoes and then do his hair.

Finally once she was done he looked his self over in the mirror and he was surprised to find that he fit in fairly well. He had the look of the ass hole rich guy and the confidence, the suite just completed his look. Karin smirked looking over him proud of how well he’d cleaned up.

“Damn Pretty Boy, you clean up good. You could fool anyone looking like that.” She smirked kissing him and he kissed her back.

They headed down stairs to where her brother was with another guy and it took him a minuet to realize it was Mark from the club. He ran his hand through his hair as Karin’s brother looked him over a bit confused before smirking.

“Hey are you the ass hole that’s been fucking my sister?” Benji said “And, is that my suite?” he said a little more serious before flicking his eyes to Karin. “What the hell now your letting your boyfriends wear my cloths, god damn Karin stay out of my fucking room.” He rolled his eyes.

“Cool Benjamin, he’s not my boyfriend okay…were just friends…with benefits.” She smirked “And, he’s my date to Frankie’s party…so he needed a suite…you have like fifty.” She shrugged.

“I told her no, but she doesn’t exactly take no for an answer.” Spencer smirked, before flicking his eyes to Mark. “Bartender hanging out with the rich and famous…you didn’t really strick me as that kind of guy.” He laughed before pulling a bag of coke out of his suite pocket and tossing it to Mark. “That ones on the house, for being a loyal customer.” He shrugged. “By the way, I’ve got something I want to show you sometime.” He said causally referring to the club and the drug he’d given Ryan, knowing Mark would fit right in there and he honestly liked the guy. “Well should we head out then?” he said speaking to the three of them.

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Frankie’s ears were ringing, because Max had done nothing but yell at her from the past hour and a hal drive to the Country Club, where their party was being held. He was absolutely infuriating. The honesty of it was, they’d actually been in love when they’d first met. Then they’d gotten tired of each other quickly. He hated the fact that her life revolved around dance and she hated the he was an alcoholic. It’ had just gotten worse from their until Max had hit her the first time and that was it. Now, there were just marrying each other to make their families happy, it was a compromise, a responsibility on both their parts being the oldest of their families.

It was silent as they pulled up out front and Max left the car waiting, because the valet was waiting to park it. Frankie reached for the door but he grabbed her arm stopping her. She took a deep breath, before turning to him, but he was surprisingly not angry. There was a bit of the old Max in his eyes that made her heart jump and she hated that he was about to reel her back in and even as she told herself to fall for it, the second he pressed his lips to hers, she forgot what she’d just been telling herself. He kissed her deeply and although it was nowhere near as intoxicating as Mark’s had been, there was still something there.

She desperately wanted what he was giving her and so she lend in kissing him back, moaning softly. He pulled away resting his head against her and his eyes from once weren’t glazed over or dark, they were warm and apologetic. Which confused her considering not fifteen minutes ago, he’d been telling her how much of a whore she was.

“I’m sorry Frankie.” He whispered leaning his forehead against hers and it was hard not to believe him. “I know I’m a fuck up and I don’t deserve you.” He admitted. “But, I love you.” She closed her eyes and she hated that, just with those simple word, she’d forgiven him.

“It’s fine Max, I’m not exactly easy to live with either.” She said giving him a soft smile, before kissing him softly. “I love you too.” She whispered.

She got of the car then and Max followed her, tipping the valet, before lacing his fingers with hers and for the moment, they were actually a seemingly happy couple and they could pass for actually love, which was all they needed at least for tonight. Inside their were already people there. Not many, but a few. Max’s mother, father, and three younger brothers. A few journalists and Frankie’s dad. Frankie and Max were pretty early there selves.

Mrs. Vanderbilt gave Frankie a hug, telling her how beautiful she looked. Frankie smiled and returned the compliment. Before heading over to see her father, it been three years since she’d seen him last. Her mother was pissed when she found out Frankie had went behind her back and invited him, but there was no way in hell Frankie was having a wedding without her father.

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After Mark and Benji disappeared up stairs, Spencer and Karin had spent the time snorting, smoking, and making out. Karin kept telling him how easily Ryan had gone back with Jason and it was irritating him and so to shut her up he’d given her drugs and shut her up by making out with he and he was thankful when it worked.

Finally Mark had come back down stairs and by then, Karin was high enough that she just kept her mouth shut and was a little dazed. Spencer on the other hand was used to doing a lot more, so he’d barely been affected. When Benji came down stairs they headed out to the car and set off for the hour and a half long trip.

The car ride was mostly silent and Spencer had spent most of it trying to keep Karin from having sex with him in the back seat while her brother and cousin were in the car. He was having second thoughts and he knew he shouldn’t be going to this stupid thing, for one he was uncomfortable in the suite and even though he pulled it off well, he felt ridiculous he’d never worn a suite in his entire life.

“So who are the spoiled bastards getting married?” Spencer said trying to get some kind of conversation going.

“Frankie Del Rey and a dick head by the name of Max Vanderbilt.” Benji answer reluctantly. Vanderbilt…Vanderbilt. Spencer thought to himself he’d heard that name before, why the hell did it sound so familiar.

“Fuck.” He spat realizing who it was. “Vanderbilt as in Jimmy Vanderbilt?” he asked all of a sudden wanting to find an excuse to get out of going to the party. It figured out of all of the rich ass holes in New York city who went to the club, he’d become friends with one, get in a fight with them and then be going to one of their damn parties.

“Yeah, that’s Max’s younger brother.” Benji smirked “Why you got beef with him?” he smirked.

“No, were cool.” Spencer lied. Not only was he going to have to deal with seeing Ryan with Jason, but now he had to deal with avoiding his friend, who he’d pretty much told to fuck off over a girl.

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