"My inspiration was her."
Mackenzie couldn't help but get angry at the thought of spending the summer with her famous brother and away from her home team.
She was 23 for God's sake.
But with her encounter with her brother's bandmate and best frien...
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I rolled over with a pounding headache.
Fuck.
Where the hell am I?
My head is killing me and I mentally curse not being able to recall anything from the night before.
It's been a while since I woke up to this.
I turn my body towards the center of the bed and pull Mackenzie close, mumbling 'I love you's into her neck.
"Well good morning to you too." An unfamiliar voice giggled.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, taking in the different hotel room set up right before my eyes.
My eyes caught a red lace bra and a matching pair of lace underwear hanging from a chair.
What the fuck.
I turn and look back at the dark, straight black hair sprawled on the sheets as a girl that was definitely not Mackenzie just beginning to wake up.
"Who are you?" I growled, my brain still not remembering anything that happened last night.
"Well calm down, you're the one who initiated the sex." She rolled her eyes, crudely getting out- not bothering to cover up her naked body.
"We had sex?" I asked, my heart stopping.
"Yea." She replied before continuing, "I knew you would be good in bed—but not this good."
I cringed at the thought of any body that wasn't Mackenzie's up against me.
I cursed myself.
Is she back there waiting for me?
Is she worried?
This vacation was supposed to be for us- how did it go so wrong?
I looked around for my phone and after finally spotting it on the bedside table, I slipped on my pants from last night.
"Look, whatever you do—please stay quiet about this. It was a mistake. How much do you want?" I asked, looking up at her as she finish clasping her bra.
I let out a prayer as I saw a used condom inside the trash.
This was so fucking stupid.
"Wow, is that all you wanted from me? A quick fuck? I'm not some whore." She scolded, going on a mini rant that I tuned out as my head throbbed from overthinking the situation.
"You were obviously okay with doing the deed with me despite not knowing me. What can I assume? How much will it be to keep your mouth quiet? I'll have a contract written up." I explained.
"I don't need your money. It seems bad enough that you look so fucked up. It wasn't even bad." She stated, slipping on a black low neck shirt.
"You look really familiar." I blurted out, taking in her features as she slipped on her pair of jeans.
