Chapter 10

⚠ tw: light smut ⚠ 

I got off the jet and the fresh air hit my face, a nice break after almost six hours in the air. On the way back to Hollywood Hills, I kept telling myself to think about other things–work, plans, literally anything else. But she kept slipping back into my mind. I hadn’t mentioned to anyone what happened, and I wanted to so bad. But it’s not really like me; I usually go for guys, so the whole thing had been unexpected. The car ride was quiet. Sarah had fallen asleep, claiming she was jet-lagged, and I just leaned back, shutting my eyes. I wasn’t trying to overthink it, but there was something about her I couldn’t quite shake–the way she smiled, her warm, kind eyes, or how she always seemed a little nervous around me, even when she tried to hide it. I don’t know. She felt safe.

We dropped Sarah off at her place. I got out, gave her a quick hug goodbye, then told the driver to head straight to my house. As soon as I walked in, I crashed on my bed and shut my eyes. I was exhausted. My mind went straight to the day she’d come to LA, like she said she would. But then it hit me–how the hell would she even find me? I hadn’t given her my number. Fuck, just fuck. I grabbed my phone and scrolled to my messages, texting Paloma to come over. I needed to tell her what happened. She knew all about the mess with my ex, so I wasn’t sure how she’d take this new piece of information. It’s not like it’s serious anyway. I don’t want to get attached to anyone right now. I barely had time to breathe after my previous relationship, and honestly I just want to keep things casual. Still… she’s just so… ugh. I don’t even know how to explain it. My phone lit up with a text from Paloma; she was on her way. I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes again.

The bell rang and I rushed to the door. The second I saw her, I let out a little scream of excitement and threw my arms around her. “Aw, I missed you too!” she giggled. “So, what happened in New York? Besides, you know, the asshole you call your ex now” she rolled her eyes at the mention of him, clearly annoyed even by the thought. “Well, the shoot went great and…” I paused, looking down for a moment, trying to figure out how to even put it into words. “I met someone”. Her eyebrows shot up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Oh? Who’s the lucky man?”. “Well… she was on set too and we–“. “Wait, a she?!” her eyes lit up and that smile spread wider. “Now that’s an upgrade” she laughed. “Yeah, I guess” I couldn’t help but laugh with her. “What are you waiting for? Tell me everything about this she” She tugged me toward the living room, pulling the door shut behind us. “Her name’s y/n. She’s got two dogs, a really nice apartment, and–“. “Hold up,” she grabbed my wrist mid-sentence. “Did she buy you this? Oh, she’s rich rich” Her mischievous grin made me laugh. “That’s not the point!” I shook my head, still smiling. “Wait, how do you even know she’s got a nice apartment? Ohhh… you’ve been there?” Her grin widened into something wicked. “Did you two…?”. I stared at her, eyes wide–mostly at how fast she pieced everything together–and then broke into laughter, nodding. “Oh my God, Sabrina!” she laughed with me, practically bouncing. “Was she good?” she asked, side-eyeing me. “Oh, yeah. She was good” I dragged the word out a little too much. She burst out laughing even harder and gave me a playful shove. “So,” she said once she calmed down, “how did it happen?”. “Well, I was still sad about what happened with… you know who” it still stung, even though I knew I was done with him. “And there was something else too…”. “What?” she asked eagerly. I didn’t want to worry her, but I took a breath and said it anyway “I thought I heard someone in my hotel room”. “Maybe it was Sarah” she shrugged. “It wasn’t Sarah. Because… when I got out of the bathtub, no one was there”. “Damn… are you sure you heard right? Were you drunk or something?” she asked carefully. “Not really. I only had some wine. But I swear, there was someone in my room that night”. She let out a heavy sigh. “Thank God you’re okay, then” she pulled me into a hug, and I hugged her back. Still, in the back of my mind, I wasn’t completely sure it hadn’t happened. I remembered saying out loud that I knew someone was there… and getting nothing back. Maybe I was just tired, imagining things. Maybe it was all in my head. I ended up telling Paloma everything, including the part where I forgot to give y/n my number so she could reach me when she came here. “Rookie mistake” she teased, laughing. I groaned and rolled my eyes. “We should try to search her. If she’s as rich as this bracelet makes her look,” she pointed at the golden bracelet on my wrist, “Google will ‘honor’ her” she said the last part with mock sarcasm. “Having money doesn’t mean you’re a twisted asshole, you know” I said, meaning every word. Y/n was one of the sweetest, most thoughtful people I’d ever met. “Okay, let’s see…” she grabbed my laptop off the coffee table and typed her name into the search bar. I didn’t know her last name, but it wasn’t exactly a common first name, so it couldn’t be too hard. “That’s her” I said as soon as I spotted it. We clicked, but the results were… underwhelming. “Crypto, huh? And tech? Interesting…” Paloma muttered, looking skeptical. “But why is there so little about her? Like, Wikipedia has two paragraphs on her career, but nothing about her personal life. No socials, no photos, nothing… weird”. “Weird that she wants privacy?” I defended her. “Okay, but if she turns out to be a crazy psychopath stalker or something, don’t come crying to me” she raised her hands like she was done with the conversation. I laughed, and a second later, she joined in too. “Can you imagine?” I said, barely containing my laughter.

Two days had passed, and all I could think about was how stupid I’d been not giving her any way to reach me. Paloma and I had tried searching–her number, one of the companies she owned–but nothing connected directly to her. That night I had plans with Paloma for sushi. On my way to the restaurant, I stopped at a store to grab some tea. I picked up a can, walked to the counter–and froze. Fuck. My. Luck. I blinked twice just to make sure I wasn’t imagining it, then stepped closer. “Y/n?” I said, barely above a whisper. “Oh, hey, you” her whole face lit up with that cute smile. “What are you doing here?” I asked after a moment of just staring at her. “I told you I’d come. I just wasn’t really sure how I’d find you–LA is big” she giggled. “Yeah, it is…” I hesitated. “But wait–how did you know I lived in this area?”. Her pupils widened just slightly, but then she smiled calmly. “I just searched it on Google” she shrugged. Of course she did. It’s not like there’s much about me that isn’t online. Sometimes I wish my digital footprint wasn’t so… much. She looked me up and down with those doe eyes of hers, then let out a quiet breath, “Where are you going?”. “Sushi with my best friend” I said, tilting my head a little. She bit her bottom lip–subtle, but I noticed. “You look absolutely gorgeous, that’s why I’m asking” she gave me that wicked smile again, her eyes roaming back over me. There’s something about the way she looks at me. Not uncomfortable, exactly–but like she’s hiding something behind those eyes. Sadness, maybe. And that smile? It makes me want to fuck her and punch her at the same time. That’s what I like, though–I never know exactly how I feel about her, so I’ll never get too attached. When I reached for my wallet, she put a hand in front of me and gently pushed me back. “C’mon, I’ll pay” she said, almost offended by the thought. She pulled out a card and paid for my tea, then grabbed her own things–gum and a Monster–before turning back to me. She handed me her phone, the notes app already open. “Your address, please?” her brows lifted slightly, that sly smile on her face. “And what makes you think I’ll invite you to my house?” I teased. “Oh no, not that,” she grinned “I just want to know where to pick you up for our date tomorrow”. “Date? Care to explain?” I smirked, loving the little game. “Did I forget to mention?” she said with mock innocence. “Dinner tomorrow. At… seven?” she smiled again, as if to reassure me there was nothing to worry about. And honestly, I didn’t. “No ish?” I teased, reminding her of one of our earlier encounters. “No ish this time” she laughed, that perfect, cheerful laugh. I could’ve listened to it all day. But that would’ve broken my rule; don’t get attached. And above all–don’t fall in love with her. That would be unfair to both of us.

She walked me to my car, and for a second there was this awkward silence. I thought about hugging her but didn’t want to overdo it, so I just waved goodbye instead. “See you tomorrow” she said as I got in and drove off to meet Paloma at the restaurant. When I arrived, I told Paloma everything, and of course she immediately insisted on coming over tomorrow to help me get ready. The night itself was pretty peaceful, but I spent most of it digging around online about her. Paloma’s words kept replaying in my head; nothing about her personal life, no social media, no pictures, nothing… weird. I knew I was probably overthinking it, but it’s hard not to when you’re used to being cautious. I’d had more than a few nasty threats thrown my way before, so maybe it made sense I was a little on edge.

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The bell rang right at seven. I didn’t even need to check the clock to know it was her. Paloma and I had spent the last two and a half hours getting me ready–she curled my hair, helped with my makeup, and picked out the finishing touches. I ended up in a blood-red satin dress with a slit up my left thigh, slipping on some gold jewelry as Paloma rushed to open the door. I heard voices from the hallway. “Oh–hello, is, um, Sabrina here?” Her tone sounded surprised, like she expected me to answer the door myself. “Yeah, she’ll be out in a second, come in!” Paloma chirped. “It’s okay, I can wait here–” she started, her voice a little nervous. “No, come in!”. I walked into the living room just as Paloma was literally dragging her inside by the hand. The second she saw me, her eyes widened. “You look…” she took a slow breath. “I don’t think there are words to describe how beautiful you look, Sabrina”, her gaze didn’t leave me once. She looked incredible too–tight black backless dress, hair pinned up, dark makeup that made her eyes even more intense. The way she looked at me was almost predatory, like a panther studying its prey. It was intoxicating. “Oh, she’s pretty” Paloma whispered in my ear as she slipped past us, leaving us alone. “Shall we?” y/n asked, holding out her hand, which had like a gazillion silver rings on it. I nodded and took it, quietly. As she turned, I caught a glimpse of every muscle she had on her back. I could tell she was fit by the faint veins that she had in her arms, but that was at least impressing. I hadn’t really got the chance to see her body, because of how dark it was that night we spend together in her apartment. Outside, she led me to her car and opened the door for me. I gave her a small, appreciative smile before sliding into the seat. The interior was just as sleek as the outside, and it smelled faintly of vanilla and caramel. She got in and started the engine of the brand-new Maserati. “Nice car” I said with a sly smile. “Thanks” she replied simply. She seemed more at ease around me than the first time we met, but she had this serious look, like her mind was somewhere else. Minutes passed in silence until it started to feel heavy. “Where are we going?” I finally asked. “You’ll see” she said, her tone cool. I rolled my eyes a little, annoyed by the nonchalant attitude–but I had to admit, the idea of a surprise wasn’t so bad. After bout half an hour, we pulled up in front of the US Bank Tower. She handed her keys to the valet and gave me a small nod to follow her inside. We took the elevator all the way up to the 71st floor–she was taking me to 71Above, the fancy restaurant at the top. I mean, I wasn’t complaining, but it wasn’t exactly a surprise either. More like classic. Predictable. And judging by how many staff members greeted her on the way in, it wasn’t her first time there either. We got seated by the big windows and the view was breathtaking. I was so caught up staring at the skyline that I didn’t notice right away that people were staring too. At me. Not at us–at me. Y/n wasn’t exactly a public face, which I loved about her. But me? In LA? It was only a matter of time before someone noticed, and sure enough, phones started coming out. Tiktoks, pictures, whatever. I’m used to it, but that night it made me uncomfortable. And I honestly had no idea how she’d handle it–being filmed without permission, dragged into all this. I just hoped she knew what came with being out with someone like me. We ordered food, and she added a bottle of champagne to the order. I tried to keep it light. “So, you’ve been to LA before?”. “Yes,” she nodded, “for business”. Of course. What else. “Do you like it here?” I asked. Right then, someone’s flash went off so bright it nearly blinded us. That seemed to be the moment it hit her. Her whole posture shifted and she quickly put her hand up by her face. “Yeah… it’s fine, I guess” she muttered, low. Our first course came, but she barely touched it. I tried to hold a conversation, but nothing lasted more than a minute before she’d shut down again. I knew she hadn’t planned for this, but she could’ve at least tried to push past it instead of making me feel like I was sitting there alone. The longer it went on, the more tired I got. At one point, she suddenly stood up and said she had to make a phone call. I watched her pace the small space nearby, phone to her ear. She was calm, at least on the outside. When she came back, she grabbed the champagne bottle, leaned toward me, and said firmly, “Get up”. She reached for my hand, left a stack of hundred-dollar bills on the table, and led me straight to the elevator. “What happened?” I asked, a little worried. “We’re going somewhere better” she said, this time with a warm smile. Back in the car, neither of us spoke the whole drive–but it wasn’t awkward anymore. It was quiet in a way that felt… comfortable. No need to force words. We finally stopped at the Griffith Observatory. “What are we doing here at this hour?” I asked. It was way past closing. “Just follow me” she said with a mischievous smile. What the hell did she have planned?

We stepped inside, and the place was completely empty. Just us, and the guy at the entrance who stayed behind. “How did you even–?” I started, but she cut me off with a grin. “Let’s say I had a friend who owed me big time”. She couldn’t stop smiling, and honestly, I didn’t want her to. We wandered through the halls, her voice filling the silence as she pointed out little details, random facts about the stars, the planets, the building itself. I wasn’t really listening–I couldn’t. I was too focused on how her eyes lit up, how her hands gestured so effortlessly, how the sound of her laugh echoed softly in the dim space. She was so damn cute when she got carried away like that. We even looked at the stars through a huge telescope and she told the names of each one. But with the way she looked at me, I felt like the real star that night. Hours passed without us realizing. Around midnight, we found ourselves in a grand hall where planets hung from the ceiling. Only a few spotlights glimmered faintly, bathing everything in a dreamlike haze. Suddenly, soft music started playing–probably thanks to the guy at the entrance, watching us on the cameras. She laughed, that warm, rich sound and took a step toward me. “May I have this dance, miss Carpenter?” she asked, bowing slightly with exaggerated grace, before looking up at me with a playful glint in her eye. I couldn’t hold back my smile. I placed my hand in hers. “Do you mind?” she asked, hesitating just a little, as her hands hovered near my waist. “You don’t have to ask” I whispered. She pulled me close. Close enough that her warmth wrapped around me, close enough that I could feel the steady rhythm of her breath, the weight of the moment settling over us. We moved slowly, almost swaying more than dancing, but it was perfect. After some time she did a step back and took her hands off my waist. I panicked and not knowing what to do I just pulled her down and hugged her. I wanted this moment to last forever. Everything was so beautiful, so perfect that I didn’t want to let her go even an inch away from me. She smelled nice, like a mix of jasmine, vanilla and something else I couldn’t quite get. She didn’t pull back, she waited for me to decide when the right time was. When I did finally let her breath, she looked at the golden watch she was wearing.  “It’s getting late” she murmured softly. “We should probably go”. I agreed and we walked back to the car. She thanked the guy who let us in, and I’m pretty sure she discreetly gave him money when she shook his hand. And God, that was so fucking hot. I was pretty drunk because I had drunk most of the champagne she took from the restaurant earlier. She was driving so she just took a few ships. I had basically drunk the whole bottle actually.

In the car, I wanted to kiss her so badly. But I kept waiting, hoping she’d be the one to make the move. When we pulled up to my house and I stepped out, I almost lost my balance. “Wait, wait–let me help you” she said, rushing out from the driver’s seat. She closed my door, and before I knew it, she picked me up in her arms and carried me toward the door. She was in heels too. The things she did mixed with the alcohol made her look even hotter every minute, no, no, every second passing. Paloma had already gone back to her place, so it was just the two of us. I fumbled with the keys, opened the door, and we stepped inside. “I should probably let you get some rest” she said softly. A wave of disappointment hit me. Why was she always so damn respectful? “Please… stay a little longer” I said, my voice softer and sweeter than I expected. She hesitated, then smiled gently. “Okay. I’ll stay–just in case you don’t feel well”. Which, in translation, meant; so you don’t end up throwing up and dying in your sleep. But I didn’t want to fucking sleep. I moved closer and kissed her, finally unable to hold back. She kissed me back instantly, and something in me snapped–I pushed her against the wall, my hands roaming, my body pressing into hers. She lifted me effortlessly, her hands gripping my waist and thighs, kissing me like she’d been holding back just as much as I had. We stumbled into my bedroom, and I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her. Everything was heading exactly where I wanted, until she suddenly stopped and gently pushed me back. “I don’t want to do this right now” she said, her eyes dropping like she was afraid of my reaction. “What? Why?” the sharpness in my voice surprised even me. “No, I mean–” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. “You’re drunk. I want you to remember this. And I don’t want it to feel like I’m taking advantage of you”. That sad, guilty look on her face only made me more frustrated. When I want to have sex with you, you don’t say no. I’m Sabrina fucking Carpenter for fuck’s shake. I looked her straight in the eyes. “Just shut up and fuck me already”. Before she could answer, I kissed her hard, pushing her back onto the mattress. The rest of our night was a blurry mix of sex, me screaming and… sex. And damn, I had forgotten how good that girl is with her tongue. The only thing I remember clearly is that when I had an orgasm I crawled to the side of the bed and threw up on the floor. After that I just fell asleep. My dreams only with her– and all the places she could fuck me to.

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Hiiii! I know this one took forever BUT i was on vacation and i had forgotten my laptop 😭 i wrote most of this chapter on my phone lol 😝

Anyways, hope you liked sabrina’s pov!! i really should  be studying rn but im writing this instead lol 🥲

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