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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Aloha To My Heart

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 10K

Summary: You’re known as the mystery woman that Elvis has hidden from the world. You’re oddly fine with it; the idea of keeping your identity safe from media scrutiny comes as no surprise to your fiancé but as the Aloha From Hawaii concert arrives, he asks you to attend.

Warnings: fluff, angst, the colonel and his manipulative ways, the aloha from hawaii concert, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple positions, dirty talk, sensual sex, talks of a wedding

A/N: It’s finally here, babies! I know it took me so long to finally get it done but motivation had left me for a while after the 1K celebration. In spite of the Oscars on Sunday, I wanted to come back and just post a light but angsty fic about a woman who will do anything to fight for her love that she has with Elvis. I hope this fic will bring light into your life just as it did with mine. I can’t even begin to express how much I adore Elvis especially during the Aloha From Hawaii concert because he truly gave his all then. Anywho, to keep from rambling on, here it is! I hope you all enjoy!

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Hawaii is a beautiful and colorful place. The alluring flowers and the fragrant smell of Hawaiian food along the island was something that you were always excited to experience. It was one of the most prodigious places that you never thought you would have the privilege of visiting.

That was until Elvis came into your life.

You were not looking for anything serious in the beginning. In fact, you weren’t even sure you wanted to date him. You were always independent, not needing the help of anybody but certainly, a man. There was also the fact that you didn’t have the time to become another one of Elvis Presley’s women. You could care less about him being the most sought after man in all of the world, only caring about what made him human.

You had to admit though, he was very charming. Once he realized that you weren’t giving him the time of day because of who he was, he became more adamant about being in a relationship with you. He was still the conundrum who could have women falling at his feet, the temptation was too hard for him to resist. After all, he was a man and if there were enough attractive women who wanted to have a piece of him, he wouldn’t be able to fight off the urge.

But there was still you.

When he wasn’t traveling the country and enjoying the life that his fame gave him, he wouldn’t miss a beat calling you whenever he had the time. You were still hesitant, not letting him in but still enjoying his company. It wasn’t until he was completely through with his obligations in Las Vegas that you decided to give him a shot. However, you weren’t comfortable with letting the world know that you were in a serious relationship with their most beloved. Elvis wasn’t able to comprehend your wishes of remaining hidden at first, he would promise time and time again that he would protect you.

You stood your ground, not wanting to endure the scrutiny that came with being his woman. You knew that it would come with baggage, completely tainting your carefree personality. In the end, Elvis came around and honored your wishes by keeping your identity from the media and those surrounding it. The first few years were great; you would enjoy every moment in private with Elvis but you would also have moments in public, away from the prying eyes of the reporters who wanted to speak with Elvis at any moment.

Elvis was still riding the high of his engagement in Vegas, wanting nothing more than to bring his talents to the world. However, he couldn’t seem to get his manager, Col. Tom Parker to agree to his pleas of going overseas. Elvis was getting tired, often flying off of the handle if someone tried to bring up the international tour situation but with you, he would spend nights weeping in your arms and wallowing in his woes about how he wanted to travel the world with you by his side. It didn’t take long for him to get something he wanted, but it didn’t happen the way that he wanted it to go.

The colonel raved about the concert in Honolulu, claiming that it would be the greatest show on Earth. Elvis was enthusiastic about the plan, planning their trek to Hawaii to take in the sights before the rehearsals and concert would begin. You had no plans on going with him, telling him that you would stay back in Memphis and visit with your family. Elvis did not like that, wanting you by his side every step of the way.

“Baby, you have to come with me. Hawaii is a beautiful place and I want to show my woman off.” Damn it. You thought that maybe you would be able to escape, but the man that you loved wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

“You know that the colonel is not going to allow me to come and distract you.”

The colonel didn’t like you, not sparing any pleasantries whenever he came in contact with you. Often, he would use childish tactics to get under your skin but it was usually shrewd comments about how you distracted his client, wanting nothing more than to witness Elvis ‘throw you out on your ass’ so that he could focus on his career. Elvis would fight with his manager, pushing the notion that his manager should respect the woman that he wanted to marry. You weren’t like any woman that Elvis had ever been with, only caring about his humanity and his morals.

“Darlin’, please come with me to Honolulu. You ain’t gonna regret it, I promise ya.” His hands caressed your shoulders as he leaned into the shell of your ear. You knew that you couldn’t refuse him, pushing off the concerns that you had about being in public with him. You let out a sigh, turning to face him with a small smile on your lips.

“Alright, I will come with you. Don’t expect me to want anything to do with the cameras though.” His smile shined as he grinned, his beautiful teeth sent a shiver down your spine as you melted under his touch.

You couldn’t miss his mischievous grin as he left you to your devices, no doubt going to tell his scheming manager that his woman was coming along to Hawaii with him and the boys. You let out a sigh, making your way up to his bedroom to unpack the things that you had packed for what you thought would be for a trip to your parents, substituting for warmer clothing as you knew that Hawaii was much different in a sense of climate than Georgia. Although you were going to Hawaii with Elvis, you were sure that you would end up unhappy nevertheless. The Colonel wouldn’t say it to Elvis, but you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him because he knew that you would do nothing but distract his prized act, with your brown eyes and sweet little smile.

Elvis always defended you against the Colonel’s attacks, stating on multiple occasions that you weren’t distracting him but you were there to keep him company. It just made it much better that you were his woman and that he didn’t have to share you with others, noting that his jealous streak was nothing to be ignored.

The day finally came around for your trip with Elvis to Honolulu and needless to say, you were more excited to visit the island than the reason that you were there in the first place. You sat happily on the jet, conversing with some of the wives who were coming along while Elvis was in the back of the plane speaking privately with one of the members of the mafia. “So, Y/N, are you excited about finally being in Hawaii?” Pat, Red’s wife sat up in her seat, wiggling her brow at you.

“I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii, Pat. I just never thought that it would be Elvis who would make that dream come true.”

“Even if the Colonel could somehow ruin the vacation for the two of you?” Joanie asked, a scowl on her face as she talked about the man.

“Even if he ruins the trip, I will still be by Elvis’ side to support him.” Your arms crossed as you shook your head at the thought that the Colonel was already there in Hawaii with Jerry and that he would surely be unhappy to see you.

However, it was on the flight that you realized that you didn’t care what that bastard thought. You were there for Elvis and even the Colonel couldn’t change his mind about who he invited to Hawaii. You were no exception; in fact, if nobody else would have been invited, you were still the only person that Elvis wanted by his side as he navigated the biggest gig of his entire career. The flight went by smoothly, Elvis had made it back to where you were sitting with the girls and even initiated girl talk while you eagerly bounced in your seat when you took in the coconut trees that littered the island.

“Is it what you expected?” You turned your head to face your fiance, seeing his eyes gleaming with stars in his eyes as he took your hand. You didn’t know that he was watching you, taking in every bounce that you did in your seat.

You smiled at the man that you were madly in love with, taking him by the hand as you softly returned his smile. “Oh darling, it is much more than I ever expected. Thank you for convincing me to come with you.”

The plane finally landed and you were beyond excited about being able to breathe in the Hawaiian air. You noticed that there were crowds of people who were no doubt waiting to catch a glance of Elvis. The girls made their way off of the plane with their husbands, leaving you in the company of your fiance as he took you by the hand. He laced his fingers with yours as he made his way off of the plane, cheers filling the runway as the islanders finally laid their eyes on him. You found yourself proud to be by his side, pushing down your dress as the breeze blew it up over your thighs.

“Are you comfortable holdin’ my hand, honey? I know you want ‘ta keep it under wraps.” He tilted his head down to look at you. You playfully glared at him before nodding your head slightly as the both of you made your way down the stairs onto the runway.

The islanders were beautiful, hopeful that they got a chance to have a moment with Elvis. Their hopes were granted as Elvis made his way down the barricade, shaking hands and kissing the foreheads of those who he could get to. At this point, you were wearing a couple of leis around your neck, standing beside him as he conversed with his fans. You were finally having a taste of what his life consisted of when it came to his fan base. You were afraid that people would give you malodorous glances and whisper about how you were greedy for not sharing their idol with them, but they were nothing but welcoming to you. You were beginning to feel that maybe keeping your relationship with Elvis private was something that you didn’t need to worry about.

All the while, Elvis still held your hand tightly as he conversed with them. He would tug you closer with each moment until you were underneath his arm, his hand resting on your hip. “Aloha! Are you the mysterious woman that Elvis kept hidden from us?” One of the women in the crowd shouted out, earning cheers from the crowd as they began noticing how close you were with him.

Your heart caught in your throat, stammering as you tried to answer to the best of your ability. You couldn’t speak, looking up at Elvis as he laughed at the crowd’s eagerness to know about his private life. Maybe you spoke too soon, but you couldn’t turn back now. Elvis’ fingers rubbed circles on your hip as he turned to face you, his eyes pleading with you to speak, to say something that wouldn’t make him seem vulnerable in front of his fans. You let out a sigh as you turned back to the fans who were waving their arms to get your attention before you mustered up a small smile. “I am. Thank you for welcoming me to your wonderful home.”

You thought that maybe once they heard that you were another one of his women that you would get heckled, but it was the opposite. In fact, they were exhilarated to know that you were there to support the man that you loved. Although they were happy to know that you were the woman that captured Elvis’ heart, you noticed that the Colonel wasn’t returning the festive mood in the slightest. He was standing close to Elvis, a little too close for your liking.

He heard the question that was asked and although he didn’t speak a word, his facial expression spoke volumes. His face wore a permanent scowl as he looked you over, almost as if he was about to blow his top now that it was out that you were Elvis’ woman. However, you didn’t care, you were glad that he felt uncomfortable. The bastard had made you uncomfortable since day one.

Elvis spent a few more minutes with the fans before waving his goodbyes as he led you towards the limo that was waiting patiently for him. As you made it up to the door, you could feel Elvis being pulled away from you. You turned around to see that Elvis was being tugged away from you by his manager, who was angrily whispering to him. Although he was supposed to be whispering, you could hear every word that passed his lips. “My boy, I thought we were going to keep your relationship with Y/N secret, why did you allow her to introduce herself?”

You crossed your arms as you glared at him. “He didn’t allow me to do anything, I wanted them to know who I am. We weren’t being discreet after all.”

You motioned your hand that was still laced with his, pushing your tongue into your cheek as you took in the older man, a look of disgust covering your face as you turned to face Elvis. Elvis sighed, pinching his fingers against the bridge of his nose. You could tell that Elvis wasn’t having it being questioned by the colonel and he also wasn’t happy that you were angry.

He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why you and the Colonel couldn’t get along for a couple of days. “Look Colonel, they asked her and she answered. What do ya want her to do? I invited my woman here and I would think it would be okay if maybe for once y’all could goddamn get along for a couple of fuckin’ days! Now listen, I respect ya and would do anything that ya ask of me, but please get off of her case.”

You stuck your tongue out at the man before removing your hand from Elvis to enter the limo, crossing your arms. Joe turned around to look at you, a look of disbelief covering his face as he peeked out of the opened door, hearing the bickering that was happening between Elvis and his manager. “Sounds like there’s already trouble brewing. What was that all about?”

“The bastard is grilling Elvis about me telling the islanders about my relationship with him. It’s none of his business anyhow, I wish Elvis would kick that son of a bitch to the curb.” You grumbled, looking out of the window as your hands balled into fists.

Joe let out a sigh, patting your knee before turning to look at Elvis who was now scooting into the limo. You could tell that Elvis was upset, the anger burning off of his body as he sat quietly as the limo pulled out of the airport. No one would dare speak as they could feel that Elvis was in his mood so it was best that there were no conversations shared. You couldn’t blame them, but you were also angry at the fact that his manager had his balls in a twist because you came along on this trip.

You placed your hand on Elvis’ knee, smiling softly as he looked over at you. “Not now, mama. I’m so pissed that I could go back and choke that son of a bitch out. It’s not his fuckin’ business on how our relationship should be shared. I’m glad that ya felt comfortable sharin’ our news.”

You raised your brow at his words, but chose to keep your mouth shut because you didn’t want to anger him further. Instead, you smiled at him once more before placing your hand into his. His hand was much larger than yours, something that you always admired when he held your hand in the privacy of his home. You played with his pinky ring, admiring how his cheeks turned rosy pink as he noticed that you were occupied with playing with his fingers. Seeing you happy was all that he needed for the anger to burn away, his hand lacing with yours once more as he started cracking his normal jokes. You could tell that the tension had melted away as he continued with conversation with Joe and Red like nothing had happened.

You weren’t going to allow the Colonel to ruin things for Elvis, so you decided that you would have a talk with him yourself. You knew that it was an awful idea to speak to the man alone, Elvis would never go for it. You would just have to speak with him while Elvis was away at rehearsals, knowing that that was the only time that you could get your point across to the man that you were in Elvis’ life to stay and that nothing he could do would change it. As the limo arrived at the extravagant hotel that the Colonel had set up for Elvis to stay while you were on the island, you had begun to plan out how you would confront his manager.

Elvis could tell that something was on your mind, but you would change the subject as you didn’t want him to worry about you. “I’m fine, Elvis. Let’s go take in some sights, I’m excited to see what Hawaii has to offer.”

Elvis would drop the conversation as he agreed, calling on Sonny and Jerry to make sure that the two of you were safe while you were walking the streets of Honolulu. You made sure that your sundress was wrinkle-free before you put on your sun hat, pairing up your outfit with a pair of sunglasses that had Elvis’ initials in the middle. You grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as Elvis placed his hand into yours. You were ready to see the beauty that was known as Hawaii.

While you thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful sights of Honolulu and being spoiled by your fiance, you couldn’t push the excruciating conversation that you would have with his manager. The first day of being in Hawaii, Elvis had a press conference with his father, the Colonel, and a few business executives who had invested in ensuring the concert happened smoothly. You, on the other hand, were struggling with how you would confront his manager about his issues with you.

“So, you’re telling me that you want to confront The Colonel about what?” You were sitting with Pat and Joanie at the hotel’s poolside, sipping nervously on an Hawaiian drink that you couldn’t remember the name of.

“He clearly has a problem with me being here, so I want to know why.” You placed the drink down on the table as you turned to face the two ladies who stood by your side. You had to admit that you weren’t even sure why you would take that leap of faith and confront Tom, but something had to be done.

“I know the reason why, Y/N. The man is a fucking moron; if it doesn’t revolve around him getting money, everything and everyone in his way is seen as a liability.” Joanie rolled her eyes as she eyed you with a slight glare in her eyes.

You knew that the wives didn’t have much to do with the man, especially since he had issues with their husbands and their constant presence around Elvis. You had been there for them while they expressed their grievances about things that the man in question had said about their husbands on different occasions. It was no secret that your friends could care less about the man and opted that you did the same.

However, you couldn’t push the nagging feeling out of your head that maybe there was something else that made the Colonel hate you more than anyone else in Elvis’ life. You had to get to the bottom of it and nothing that the girls or Elvis could say or do would change your mind about speaking with him to at least get the tension out of the air. You knew that Elvis would be angry once he learned that you had confronted the Colonel, not wanting anything of harm to come your way.

“I don’t care, Joanie. He has to give me a valid reason as to why he didn’t want me to come here. For God sakes, he nearly blew his lid when he heard me telling the fans at the airport that I was his woman and that I was here to support him.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked out towards the beautiful ocean water that was in your sights.

“All I’m going to say is that you should be careful. That man doesn’t have a bottom line, he will use any and everyone to make your life a living hell if you don’t see things his way.” Pat placed her hand on yours, giving you a sympathetic look while Joanie looked disheartened.

You didn’t know why they worried so much, you could take care of yourself. Before you were with Elvis, you took every confrontation with stride. The Colonel wouldn’t be any different.

It was a little bit after 4 PM when Elvis returned to the hotel, wanting to take you out for a private dinner. You decided that you would express your want of speaking with the Colonel because you weren’t sure when you would be able to talk with Elvis privately after the day was done. He had a few days worth of rehearsals lined up and you knew that you couldn’t distract him from ensuring that everything was perfect. As you sat in front of the love of your life, overlooking the beautiful Kahanamoku beach, you placed your hands into Elvis’ before letting out a long sigh.

“Everything alright, mama?” You couldn’t help but smile as you turned to face Elvis as he looked over you with worry. You absolutely adored him, his ocean blue eyes were staring into your soul but you could tell that he was searching for answers of why you were so silent.

“I have something important to talk with you about, Elvis. It’s nothing bad, but I know that it is unfavorable. I want to speak with Tom about his issues with me, to clear the air so to speak. He obviously has a problem with me being here and I want to know why.” You spoke, the word vomit passing your lips as you kept your eyes trained on the man in front of you, taking in his different expressions as he listened to your words carefully.

Elvis was silent for a while, but you could tell that his mind was taking in what you were saying. He let out a sigh before rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby. You know how he is, just leave it at that.” He turned to look out at the beach, but you knew that something was bothering him.

However, you weren’t pleased hearing that Elvis was against you speaking with his manager. In fact, you were a bit frustrated that he wanted you to leave it alone. You pulled your hand away from Elvis, earning a frown as he turned back to face you. “Elvis, this man has been against us since the beginning. It may not bother you, but it sure as hell does bother me. I know you want me to leave it alone and let it continue, but I’m not sure if I’m able to. You may not like what I’m about to say but I’m going to say it anyway.”

Elvis’ brows furrowed into his hairline, sitting back in his chair as he watched you. His cerulean hues returned your gaze as he started to speak, but he closed his mouth in fear of ruining the night that he had planned for the both of you. You knew from the expression on his face that he wasn’t pleased that you would go against his word, but he knew that you were as stubborn as an ox when you set your mind to something. It was one of the reasons that he fell in love with you and he knew it would be one of the reasons why you would get in trouble one day.

“I’m going to talk to him and I’m going to let him know that I’m here to stay permanently. He has to see things from a different perspective, Elvis. Not everything is about money and I’m not with you because you’re Elvis Presley or because I want your money. I could care less about any of this, I just want to be happy with the man that I love.” You shook your head as you balled up your fists on the table.

“Honey, I already knew that you ain’t with me because of who I am or what I can offer ya. ‘m just sayin’ that you shouldn’t get way over yer head about his feelings about ya.” With those words, he went back to looking at the waves that crashed along the shoreline, leaving it up in the air whether or not he gave you his blessing about conversing with his manager.

The dinner went without a hitch, keeping the conversation about speaking with Tom to a minimum as you decided that you were going to go through with it regardless of whether Elvis approved or not. You could tell that Elvis was still thinking about it, from his hands twitching as he laid them on the table and how he would take some time to respond to you when you asked him a question. Once dinner was over, Elvis suggested that you both walk on the beach. You were walking beside him along the shoreline, your hands laced with his as you held your sandals in your other hand.

Elvis didn’t speak a word, letting out multiple sighs from time to time as he took in the cool Hawaiian air before he turned to face you. He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head as he pulled you into his arms. His nose was buried in your neck as he breathed in your scent, the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla filled his body as he held onto you tightly. “If yer goin’ to speak to Tom, please promise me that you’ll be careful. He might not take kindly to your stubborn personality. I would hate to have’ta shoot the son of a bitch cause he talked to my woman disrespectfully.”

“Don’t worry, Elvis. I’m not going to be rude, I’m just genuinely curious as to why he doesn’t approve of me. I’m a big girl, remember? I decided to come with you and I decided that I will have an adult conversation with him so that we could at least find some common ground. I’m not here to stir up any problems and ruin your big day. I know how much this means to you.” You looked up at him as he towered over you, his blues sparkling under the moon that shone in the night.

Elvis nodded, pulling you closer in his embrace as he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “Well, I’m glad to hear it, darlin’. Let’s get back, I have a lot to do tomorrow.” He sighed, sticking out his tongue as he mocked the man in question, but you couldn’t help but to feel as if Elvis was still worried about your upcoming conversation with the Colonel.

As the next two days went by, you spent time with the girls as you got pampered with spa days so that you could look your best at the concert that was happening the next day. You hadn’t seen Elvis much, knowing that he was busy with rehearsals and getting his jumpsuit ready but you missed him. The concert day had finally arrived as you woke up in the bed that you shared with your fiance, knowing that he wasn’t there. You groaned as you got out of bed, the sun shining in your face as you started your day.

“Still haven’t spoken to the colonel?” Red sat by you as you indulged in the wonderful breakfast that was complementary of the hotel.

“Nope, I’m going to talk to him before the concert starts though. I haven’t been able to find him.”

Red sighed as he placed his hands on the table, scooting up to the table as he shook his head. “You’re one stubborn woman, but that’s what Elvis needs after all.”

His friends were always poking fun at you about being headstrong and not stopping until things were settled your way, but that’s how you were and you didn’t see a problem with it. You ignored him, scooping up the fluffy eggs that blessed your palate before turning to face Red with a brow raised. You didn’t have to say anything, knowing that Red knew that you were waiting for him to elaborate about what he meant.

“I mean that you are the woman that Elvis needs, maybe you could get to the bottom of why the Colonel doesn’t like us or anyone else who comes into Elvis’ life. I can only wish you luck though, the man is just as stubborn as you, maybe more.”

“In that case, maybe we should be the main ones getting along. I just wish I could tell what the man is thinking. He has everything that he could want, Elvis takes care of him just like he takes care of us, so what is his problem with me?” You sighed.

“His problem with you, Y/N, is that you make Elvis happy. Elvis was a wild man before you came along, he didn’t have any problems messing around and being a bachelor. I believe that the Colonel thinks that if Elvis settles down, he ain’t gonna have a place in Elvis’ life anymore. Which is probably the reason why he hates the guys so much.”

“I’m not with Elvis because of fame or fortune. I’m with Elvis because I genuinely care about him, I love him. Shouldn’t that count for something?” You turned to face the man, tears burning at your eyes as you shook your head.

“It counts for everything, Y/N. If Elvis has an issue with you speaking with the Colonel, I support your decision wholeheartedly. After all, you’re the only woman that was ever in his life who doesn’t take it lying down. Also, if it helps you, I can find the Colonel for you so you don’t have to run around like a headless chicken.” Red laughed, eliciting a laugh from you as well.

“Thanks Red, I appreciate it.”

Red kept up with his end of the bargain, letting you know that the Colonel would be at the International center before everyone else as he wanted to know if everything was perfect before the show. You made your way inside of the center, looking in every crevice of the building for the man before you saw him. He exited from backstage, a cigar sitting on his lips as he puffed away. His face was in a permanent scowl, but it seemed to have deepened once he took in your form standing in the middle of the room.

“Ms L/N, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” He spoke, his eyes narrowing at you as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I wanted to have a conversation with you about something, Colonel.” You didn’t miss the glare that crossed his sunken eyes as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I think I know what you want to talk about, Y/N. Let’s not pretend that I don’t know, what is it that you want to speak about?”

You suddenly had the urge to slap his trademark smirk off of his face as he watched you with slitted eyes, tapping his cane across the floor as he stood close to you. You had never met someone so conceited, someone so sure of themselves as much as this man was. Not only did he look at you like you were a piece of dirt under his shoe, but he had a hidden agenda in those eyes and you knew exactly what it was. He thought that you were less than him, less than Elvis, and even less than the world that you both lived in.

“You don’t know shit, Colonel. You think you could just waltz around and give orders only because you’re the infamous manager of the most famous man who walks this planet. I don’t appreciate how you are treating me for loving Elvis. I also don’t appreciate how you treat him, you don’t think I know that you are secretly going behind his back to mess with everything he worked hard for?”

So much for not being rude.

His smirk faltered from his lips as his eyes changed into daggers and if they were real, you would be as good as dead from the hatred that flashed in his eyes. You weren’t going to stand down, crossing your arms against your chest as you returned his angry stare with your own. “That’s where you’re wrong, girl. I can waltz around and give orders because without me, there would be no Elvis Presley. You wouldn’t have even met him if it wasn’t for the plans that I have for him.”

The bastard was so sure of himself. It disgusted you.

“If anything, you should be thanking me. This little game that you call a relationship wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for me. How do you think Elvis is able to freely show you off? It definitely isn’t because of free will.” He chuckled with conviction, bringing his cane up before rubbing the bottom of it against your leg.

You stepped away slightly, appalled that he had the balls to be this close to you. Your mouth dropped but shut soon after as you were speechless. This was not what you had in mind, you were so sure that he would have been the one speechless at how you were standing up for yourself and for Elvis.

“You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own his relationship with me. Who the fuck do you think you are?” You spat out in anger, pushing his cane away from you before balling up your fists at your sides.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, little girl. I own Elvis and if you’re in his life, I own you too. I could snap my fingers and your relationship would be good as gone. There’s nothing in the world that I can’t have, and if you’re in the way of it, you’re seen as a problem. So tell me, Y/N. Do you want to be the cause of Elvis losing everything that he worked hard for?” He spoke firmly.

That’s not what you wanted, not in the slightest. You were happy knowing that Elvis had everything he wanted in life, but you weren’t pleased that the man that stood in front of you could take it away. You found yourself shaking your head, your body shivering with anger as you bite your tongue to keep your thoughts from pouring out of you. You wanted nothing more than to knock him down a few notches, but it wasn’t the time knowing that Elvis had a big show later that night.

“You don’t own me, Colonel. You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own what God has placed in his life. You’re sorely mistaken if you think that you can scare me. I’m in his life now, so it’s in your best interest to stay away from our relationship.” You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but you took a deep breath before continuing.

“You have nothing to lose and neither do I. I will go down fighting for him and if I have to drag you to hell along with me, so be it. Stay out of our relationship, I’ll stay out of your way. It’s that simple.” You glared before turning your back to him, stomping out of the convention center. You saw red, knowing that if you didn’t get away from him, you would do something that you would soon regret.

You found yourself back in the convention center later on that day, filled with nerves as you watched everyone run around to ensure that Elvis had everything that he needed for the show. You could hear fans packing the center, their cheers and excitement filled your body with happiness as you noticed Elvis making his way over to you. He was filled with nerves, playing with his rings on his fingers as he spoke with Sonny about security protocols.

“You’re gonna be fine, baby. You’re gonna do just fine.” You spoke as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, standing up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I-I-I don’t know about this, baby. I haven’t performed in front of a crowd like this, especially now that it will be seen around the world.” He whispered against your lips, his body shaking in your arms.

“Baby, you are more capable than you realize. They are all here to see you, keep that in mind. You’re one talented man, Elvis. You can do this, I’ll be in the front row supporting you.” You gave him a smile as you felt Red’s hand on your shoulder.

You knew that it was time for you to find your seat, giving Elvis one last look before leaving him. You wish that you could have held him in your arms, but you knew that he was needed by everyone else other than you. You found your seat, sitting down as you stared towards the backstage, knowing that Elvis was soon to make his entrance.

The Hail Elvis song kicked off, cheers filling your ears as Elvis walked out on stage with a smile on his face. You were madly in love, seeing how he walked with such confidence. His american eagle jumpsuit fit him in all of the right places, the belt shook with each step that he took. His eyes roamed the crowd before they fell on you, a small smile crossing his lips as he took in your form as you waved to him. You held on to the yellow lei as you watched him conform to the rush that he always felt when he was in front of his fans. You sat with a smile on your face as he performed, completely taken by the fact that he was in his element.

As he performed Fever, you couldn’t help but be captivated. Here was the man that changed your world in more ways that you could ever imagine. You were truly in awe of how he could command a room with only one look. He was an enigma, but you were his woman so you knew differently.

Elvis, the man far beyond the enigma that people knew him to be was only a simple man. He loved guns, he loved southern food, and he loved southern women. The fact that you were lucky enough to be in the crowd to witness him in all of his glory was enough to prove to him that you were meant for him. He would spoil you, that was no lie. He never asks you for anything in return, but when he needed you there for support; he knew that you would never let him down. After all, you were his Belle, his queen, the reason for his being.

As he graced the stage in his American Eagle suit, your eyes lingered longer on his body. His chest, the little drops of sweat glistening on his skin as his jet black chest hair made your mouth water with need as you pictured him above you. You wanted nothing but to watch his chest heave as he took you again and again, but now wasn’t the right time. Elvis, noticing you watching him, sent a sultry smile in your direction as he continued in song but there was something there: desire.

He made his way over to you, leaning down to face you as you stood mindlessly from your seat. You held the lei in your hands, fingers shaking with need as he pushed the pinkish lei that rested around his neck over his neck before handing it off to Charlie. You raised a brow, chuckling as he tilted the crown of his head down towards you. You placed the lei over his neck, smiling slightly as he leaned into you. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, not wanting to let up as he smiled against you. He chuckled, seeing how flustered you were before pulling the microphone from up under the lei.

He stood back up, much to your chagrin before making his way back to where he stood. After the song ended, he smiled brightly before pulling the microphone back up to his soft and plump lips. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. You’ve been great so far.”

“I want to introduce you all to my reason for being here tonight. She has been by my side for some time, but I-I honestly don’t see myself with another woman other than this person. I would like ‘ta introduce ya to my beautiful fiance, Y/N. Stand up for me, honey.” He turned his head towards you, smiling softly as you stood up from your chair as you waved to the crowds of people who were clapping and cheering.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing before he made his way over to you once again, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing softly as he whispered sweet nothings in your hair. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones in front of everyone, but you knew you had to keep some form of decorum about yourself.

The concert continued on after your introduction. You knew that your face would be plastered over the newspapers back home, but you didn’t care anymore. You were so glad that Elvis loved you and that you loved him just the same. Red made his way back over to you as he finished up his last song, whisking you away from the adoring fans that sat around you. You made your way to Elvis’ awaiting limo, sitting on the cool leather seats as you waited for your man to make his way back into your arms.

You didn’t have to wait long. The opening of the limo and the shuffling noises that were made indicated that Elvis was back. Elvis immediately pulled you into his arms as he nuzzled his sweat-drenched face into your shoulder. As the limo pulled away from the convention center, you could barely make out what was going on but all you knew was that he was back into your arms as the promoter spoke the famous words that put an end to his performances.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.”

Elvis decided that he didn’t want to attend the after party with the rest, making up an excuse that he was tired from the stress of the show. You had returned to your hotel suite, knowing that the following day that you would have to return to Memphis. The beautiful island becomes nothing but a memory as you would soon go back to reality. You stood at the glass that overlooked the island, taking in everything that was happening outside of the hotel walls.

Elvis made his way over to you, wrapping his slender arms around your waist as he took in the scenery with you. “You know this isn’t the last time that we will be here, lil.” He spoke softly into the shell of your ear as he pressed heated kisses along your shoulder.

“You mean it? It’s beautiful here, I don’t think I would be able to visit any other island that isn’t Hawaii. It doesn’t hold a candle to how beautiful this place is.” You whispered, turning around to wrap your arms around his shoulder, playing with the gems that adorned his jumpsuit.

Elvis smiled softly, his blue eyes staring into your soul as the desire that was in his eyes during the show had returned once again. “Baby, if you want to visit again, we will visit again.” He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pressed his lips to yours heatedly.

He pushed you against the glass, lacing his arm around one of your thighs before moving it to wrap around his waist. You hummed out as you ran your fingers down his sweaty chest, his hairs glistening as you stared into his eyes. Elvis had cut off the enigma that he was when he was on stage, now standing before you was the man who was responsible for capturing your heart. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of tellin’ the world that yer mine, mama. Ya looked so beautiful tonight.” He whispered as he nuzzled his face back into your shoulder.

You let out little gasps as his lips nipped and sucked on your shoulder, leaving little bruises on your skin that you knew that you would have to hide the next day. He lifted your other leg, wrapping it around his waist as he held you up against the glass. You shivered, knowing that it didn’t take much for him to get the fire in your loins burning. His body pressed against yours, the gems of his jumpsuit rubbing against the thin material of your dress. His fingers pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders as he left no skin untouched by his lips.

“Elvis, please.” You whimpered, reaching down to unzip his jumpsuit allowing the cool air to kiss his tanned skin.

“Tell me what you want, Satnin. Tell Buntyn..” He whispered into the shell of your ear as he pulled your dress down over your torso, revealing your breasts to him.

He wrapped his lips around one of them, the other was teased by his finger as he ran his callused digit around your areola. You shivered, tightening your legs around his waist as you grind your hips against his crotch. “Please, p-please fuck me, Elvis.” You whispered into the air that you shared with him.

He hummed, his tongue lapping up your nipple before he tugged on it with his teeth. The pain ached so good, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you held on to the man that you loved. He pulled your body off of the glass before making his way over to the bed that you shared, laying you down gently. He pulled your dress off of your body, eyes glazed over with hunger as he took in your half-naked body. His fingers played with the line of your panties, drawing circles along your pelvic area before lingering over the wet patch that soaked through the material.

He chuckled, seeing your body squirm from his touch before he palmed over your clothed pussy. “You’re so wet for me, mama. How long have ya been feelin’ like this?” He questioned, sinking down to his knees as he pulled your quivering legs up to rest on his shoulders.

“Since you walked out on that stage, baby. Please just do something, I feel like I’m going to explode.” You muttered, squirming over the sheets as you tried your hardest to get him naked.

He pushed your hands down, giving you a warning with his eyes before the tearing of your panties graced your ears. “Elvis!” You screamed out, completely shocked that he had destroyed your panties.

“Don’t worry baby, I can buy ya the whole store when we get home.” He chuckled, sinking down further as his tongue licked a stripe up your slit. You shivered, gripping the sheets tightly as he wrapped his hands around your thighs to push you forward against his lips.

The sounds that left his lips were pornographic as his tongue danced against your pussy. He hummed in pleasure as his tongue tangled around your quivering bud. “You taste so sweet, mama. I can’t get enough.” He muttered against you as he sucked on your clit gently.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your lips let out moans and mewls from the pleasure of his mouth sucking your pussy. His rings dug into your skin as he pushed forward, lapping up your juices as it pooled out from the slit. The slurping and smacking noises that he made brought you closer to an orgasm before he removed one of his hands from the grip on your thigh as he pushed his index finger inside of you.

“Oh Jesus, Elvis.” You whimpered out.

He chuckled as his finger curved inside of you, wiggling mindlessly as it drugged against your tight walls. His digit hit against your g-spot repeatedly as his lips tightened around your quivering nub, your body shaking with fervor as your orgasm surprised you, crashing over you hard. You could feel your juices spurting out of your pussy, coating his lips and chin with your essence as he lapped you clean.

“Sweet like a Georgia peach, Satnin. Goddamn.” He whispered as he pulled away from you, your juices glistening on his lips as he licked you clean from his finger.

He got back on his feet shortly after, pulling the zipper down from his jumpsuit as he eyed you with yearning in his eyes. He yearned to have you in many ways, but tonight wasn’t any different.

He had to have you and if he had to go against the Colonel, he was going to do it.

As Elvis thought about how he wanted you, you laid there before him with a smile on your face as you returned the longing. You knew that he knew that you had a conversation with the Colonel, but maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Who would want to talk about their manager while being intimate? Surely not Elvis. Elvis removed the jumpsuit from his body, leaving his body bare for you, his hardened length pressed against his stomach as he crawled on top of you.

“Are ya ready for me, baby? Fuck, I need ya badly.” He whispered as he lined up to your entrance, plunging deep inside of you as a shakened breath released from his lungs.

You couldn’t speak, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sending your soul soaring as his hips slowly pushed all of his cock inside of you. You could feel every vein that adorned his length as it rubbed against your walls gently. He pulled himself away from you, eyes darkened with lust as he began moving inside of you.

Little grunts and moans passed his soft lips as he rutted on top of you, his hands rubbing at your sides. The pleasure was different; the intimacy that was happening between the two of you was different than before. He was in love and you could see it. You returned it as your hands moved the onyx colored hair that was stuck to his forehead. His hips picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he slammed into you harder. Your body jolted from the newfound pace, holding on to his biceps tightly as you threw your head back from the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. Such a good little girl for me.” He spoke into the shell of your ear as he continued the assault to your wet cavern.

His lips moved from your ear, his tongue dragging against your neck as he lapped up the sweet taste of your sweat that was mixed with your cherry blossom perfume that he adored so much. The skin slapping filled the room as he grunted against your skin, still pounding deep into your pussy, the tip of his cock hitting your spot repeatedly. “Oh God, Elvis. Please don’t stop!” You screamed out, digging your manicured nails into his skin.

“I’m not gon’ stop, baby. You’re gon’ limp by the time I’m finished with ya.” He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your stomach before plunging back inside of you.

He pulled you up against his chest, his hand wrapping around your neck from behind as he slammed harder inside of you. His other hand wrapped around your waist, his digits flicking your clit as he held you into his arms. Your body shivered, legs numb as you bounced with him on the bed. “You’re gonna take this fuckin’ cock like a good girl, aren’t ya?” He whispered.

“Yes, please give it to me, baby. I need you.” You mewled out in pleasure, hips snapping against his as he continued forward.

“Go ahead mama, give me one more. You have one more in ya, I know ya do. You were drippin’ wet at my show. I want ya to show me how wet you were.” He muttered into your ear as his hips snapped into your ass with rapid thrusts.

You whined as you nodded your head, placing your hand down between your legs where his hand laid. You placed your hand on top of his, moving along with his digits as he mindlessly rubbed your clit swiftly. You could feel your walls clenching around his cock, throwing your head back to lay on his shoulder as you let yourself go. You shivered, your vision blurring as your juices poured out of you, coating his fingers and the sheets as you squirted.

He chuckled, removing his hand from your pussy as he placed his fingers into your mouth. “Suck it clean, baby.” He whispered, watching with hooded eyes through the mirror that sat above the headboard of the bed as you sucked your juices off of his digits.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, pushing you down on the bed as he continued slamming his hips into yours. “Fucking. Take. This. Cock.” He roared as his fingers tangled into your locks, his balls slapping against your ass once again.

You screamed out in pleasure, clenching around his cock mindlessly as you shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling. “Oh fuck baby, if you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna fucking break into two.” He grunted, not letting up the relentless pace he had set.

You clenched around him once again, eliciting a groan from him as he picked up the pace once more. You could tell that he was close, his thrusts were becoming sloppy as he grinded against your ass. “Fuck, ‘m bout ‘ta burst baby. Here it comes.” He roared as spurts of his cum filled your walls, the warmth familiar to you by now.

Elvis grunted as his hips slowed as he continued to shoot his load into you, tugging you up by your hair. “Look at me, I want ya to fuck–look at me while I’m claiming ya.” He whispered into the shell of your ear as his hips stilled inside of you.

He pulled out of you, the spurting noise of his cum spilling out of you filled your ears. “Fuck, that was amazing, Satnin.” He whimpered as he pulled you into his arms.

Elvis stepped away from you, only for a moment to get a washcloth. It felt like forever as your legs shook from the aftermath. He returned seconds later, wiping your body clean of his cum and your juices as he kissed your forehead. “So, what is this about ya talkin’ to the Colonel this mornin’?” He asked, an amused look over his features as he pulled the cool washcloth from between your thighs before he cleaned himself off.

“I just told him that I will fight for our love and that he should stay out of our way.” You curtly replied, scooting up in the bed as you eyed him. He threw the washcloth in the laundry bin beside the door before returning to you.

“I heard, I just never thought you would be so fiery while speakin’ to him.” He chuckled, crawling into the bed with you as he pulled you into his arms.

“Well, I’m tired of him makin’ me feel like I’m invalid. I’m your woman, Elvis. Eventually, we will be married. It’s time for him to respect me.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest, playing with the necklace that rested on his chest.

His ring clad hand caressed your arm as he listened to you, nodding slightly before looking down at you. Elvis wasn’t upset, he was far from it. In fact, the reason that he was so eager to get into bed with you was because he was turned on by the fact that you stood up for him. He knew how independent you were and that you weren’t easily convinced about allowing the world to know that you were his, but he adored how you took the change in stride.

“There will be a lot of changin’ once we head back to Memphis, mama. First, we need to start plannin’ the wedding. You’re more than qualified to become Mrs. Presley. It’s time for everyone to know that too.”

You smiled, nodding your head as you tilted your head back up to look at your fiance. “Let’s get some sleep so we can be ready for the trip home. Once we get back to Graceland, we can talk about the wedding.”

The next morning, you were all packed and ready for the return to Memphis. As Elvis handed your bag to Red, you noticed a smile that crossed his lips once he noticed that you were glowing. “Someone had a wonderful night, I presume?” He chuckled, earning a glare from Elvis as he pushed him towards the plane.

“It’s none of ya business, ya son of a bitch. Just get her bag situated on the plane.” Elvis grumbled, eliciting a giggle from you as Red rolled his eyes before walking away from you.

“Don’t be mean, it was Red who helped me find the Colonel.” You playfully swatted at him, smiling as Elvis shook his head at you.

“I see one of my men could help ya out better than me, hm?” He chuckled, taking your hand as he led you up the stairs towards the jet that awaited the two of you.

“Wait, let me get one last look before we leave.” Elvis turned to face you, his brow raised as he watched you take in one last deep breath of the Hawaiian air before you turned your back towards the beautiful island that was your home for the last couple of days.

“We will be back, baby. I promised ya.” Elvis smiled as he let go of your hand, waving at the fans who were watching him board.

“I know, honey. I know you did.”

For the first time in your life, you could thank Hawaii for giving you the strength of fighting for your love. Your heart wouldn’t give up until you had your rightful place in his life without the intrusion of his slimy manager. Until the next time that you would grace the beautiful island, you could only hope that you would return as Elvis’ wife.

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Under the Hawaiian Sun

Pairing: Chadwick Gates (Elvis Presley) x reader

Word count: 7,6K

Summary: You and Chadwick have been best friends ever since you could remember but after the two of you added some benefits to the relationship, neither of you have the guts to confess your true feelings.

Warning(s): smut; thigh riding, public sex, fwb vibes, mutual pining i guessss, jealous/a lil petty reader, a lil bit of angst, movie spoilers, usage of lines from the movie (judge me, idc!), does follow most of the plot of the movie but obv not everything.

Author’s note: i’m helplessly in love with chadwick and i ain’t ashamed to admit it. there will be a part two to this, i won’t let you guys hangin’ like this ;) enjoy my luvs! <3

Before you read: A Luau is a Hawaiian party/feast accompanied by forms of entertainment. The word ‘’Pupule’’ means ‘’crazy/mad/insane’’ and ‘’Wikiwiki’’ means ‘’to hurry; fast, quick’’.

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There was no other place in the world where you’d rather be than Hawaii. Having been born in the tropical state, you were naturally biased as this was your home, but the person that made it even more feel like home was your best friend, Chadwick Gates. When it came to you and Chad, most people around you were convinced you were made for each other and would get married and have children sooner or later─the whole shebang. You didn’t blame anyone for thinking so since you and Chad acted like an old married couple most of the time already, and you had been tangled up in his sheets more times than you’d like to admit to anyone, but you and your best friend hadn’t put any labels on it. And you had no idea if you ever would.

You knew Chadwick was a ladies man and a free spirit at heart, so when he enlisted into the military and was away in Europe for two years, you knew he wasn’t sitting pretty in his room whenever he had free time, waiting by the phone for you to call. You hated thinking about how he was probably all over any pretty little thing that looked his way and how you were definitely not on his mind in those moments, maybe not even at all, but you didn’t exactly have the right to say anything about it. Yes, you were definitely green with jealousy, but you were not a couple. You didn’t belong to him and he unfortunately didn’t belong to you.

On the day he would be arriving back in Hawaii, you were up before the sun would even rise. You didn’t waste a second longer in bed and took a long shower, putting more effort in your outfit, hair and make-up than usual. You hadn’t changed that much in the two years Chad was gone, but you still wanted to make sure he’d have to do a double take when seeing you.

All your fantasies and daydreams about his arrival back home were shattered right in front of your eyes when the doors of the plane opened and you saw your best friend sticking his tongue down some blonde stewardess’ mouth. You knew what he was like, knew all of his antics and tricks he used to get under your skin, and he had you right where he wanted to. He was looking right at you while kissing her, a grin on his face when you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning away from the scene. He pulled back from the kiss and laughed softly to himself, picking up his bags before he ran down the stairs and you turned back around, though instead of facing him, you raised your chin and looked the other way.

‘‘Hey honey, I’m hooomeeee,’’ he sang tauntingly, his grin only growing wider at the way you were acting as he looked down at you.

‘‘I’d welcome you home but I’m not speaking to you,’’ you told him as you pushed away his arms when he was going in for a hug, turning around and walking away from him. You couldn’t get very far as he was hot on your trail, getting in front of you as he dropped his bags to the ground and gently grabbed your shoulders, that stupid grin still on his face. When you looked at him, you noticed how there was a playful twinkle in his eyes─one that would always swim in there when he was messing with you.

‘‘I was only messin’ with you,’’ he laughed and even though you weren’t really mad at him, you were still jealous and he knew it. This man knew you better than you knew yourself, could never hide anything from him. Well, most of the time. He was still completely oblivious to your feelings and how embarrassingly head over heels you were for him.

‘‘You knew I’d be waiting for you!’’ you exclaimed annoyed, frowning your eyebrows as you tried to keep up the angry act, but he didn’t miss the way your lips pouted a little. ‘‘Why did you kiss that girl?’’ you mumbled, surprising yourself with the question. You and him could talk about everything, about any topic─whether it was about something completely random and pointless, or about deeper things. Well, other than the feelings you both carried for each other. But you felt a little silly asking this now, because it made you sound jealous and even though he already was well aware of your jealousy, you didn’t want to just blatantly admit it.

‘‘It was easy,’’ he blurted out, shrugging his shoulders a little. You widened your eyes a little, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment as you twisted away from him, but he pulled you back, keeping you in front of him. ‘‘I-I-I mean.. you call that a kiss?’’ He stuttered, his voice falling back into its smooth and confident state so easily that the stutter didn’t even register in your ears. You let out a huff but before you could once more try to sneak your way out of his grip, he had pressed his lips softly against yours and you felt butterflies flutter hysterically in the pit of your tummy.

You had been in this position, and others that involved way less clothing, so many times before he was shipped off to Europe but it made your knees grow weak every time. You tried not to think about how it probably meant absolutely nothing to him, not this kiss and not all the other ones. You were completely and stupidly oblivious to the feelings Chadwick Gates had for you.

Pulling back, his tongue made another appearance by swiping over his lower lip before he gave you a smug smirk. ‘‘Now that’s a kiss,’’

You tried to give him an angry glare, but honestly, he had already cracked you within the five minutes he had stepped off of that damned plane. You could never stay mad at Chad for long, not even during an argument, but those luckily never lasted long. They’d always be about small and petty things too, he had never done anything that got you so riled up you couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore. You had a weak spot for him, wanted to be around him every second of the day if you could.

‘‘Oh, how I want to slap your face so badly right now,’’ you hummed as you squinted your eyes at him, making him let out a laugh as his thumbs caressed your bare shoulders. ‘‘Now that’s no way to greet your best friend, is it?’’ he wiggled his eyebrows playfully and you rolled your eyes, not able to bite back a laugh as you slapped his arm. ‘‘Alright soldier, you win,’’ you sighed theatrically, a grin appearing on your own face now as you put the lei that had been hanging on your arm around his neck, your eyes meeting his.

‘‘Welcome home,’’ you told him, this time without the jealousy and hint of annoyance lingering on your tongue. The stewardess was already forgotten─after all, you’d be the one leaving the airport with him and she’d be left behind, jetting off to another state or country and you’d finally have your best friend all to yourself again. He pulled you closer by your shoulders he was still holding onto and kissed your lips and then your cheek, reaching down to his bags before he swung his arm around you and tugged you away from the plane.

‘‘You don’t want to drive?’’ You asked him as he threw his bags on the backseat of his red 1960 MGA Convertible, jumping in the passenger seat before you even had the chance to hand him the keys. After all, it was his car but he made you promise him with your hand on your heart that you would take care of his baby during the two years he was gone. ‘‘Uh-uh, I’m fine right here,’’ he grinned as he hung one arm out of the vehicle, slipping the other one behind you as you got behind the wheel. ‘‘That plane ride took hours, I need to rest my little head,’’ he feigned a yawn, rolling his head back as you rolled your eyes and laughed softly, driving away from the airport and onto the public road.

You turned the radio up a little, making him rise his head again and he looked at you with a smile on his face─he took in every detail of your face he had to miss so much in those two years. You hadn’t changed much, you were still as pretty as you were when he left but there was.. something about you. Granted, there always had been. Just like you had a weak spot for him, he had one for you as well. He wasn’t sure how you two managed to slip past the terrority of just friends, but he was happy that it happened. Before going away, he had been all tangled up in his feelings and while confessing them like any other normal person would had been on his mind, he kept his mouth shut. He was afraid that things would change between you and him as soon as you’d put a label on whatever you two had going on. While he loved you more than anything and you were one of the few people he truly trusted with his whole heart, you were still his best friend. If you would reject him, for whatever reason, he had no idea if he'd ever get over it. Maybe part of him would rather live with his feelings in silence than losing you completely.

His hand reached out to your shoulder, fingertips dancing against your warm skin and when you turned your head to look at him and smiled happily, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a second. The way you were looking at him, the way your hair was dancing in the wind… you were goddamn near ethereal.

‘‘You sure kept them both in good shape,’’ he said as you were looking ahead at the road again and you raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. You could guess what he meant by ‘both’, but you liked teasing him just as much as he liked to tease you, and you wanted to hear him say it. ‘‘Both?’’ You asked, trying to sound clueless, but your smile was betraying you. Still, he played along.

‘‘Your body and that of my car,’’ he said with a laugh and when you looked at him again, his eyes were wandering down your chest to your bare sunkissed thighs. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head a little and laughed, looking at the road again in hopes he didn’t see the heat rushing to your face. ‘‘Pupule,’’

‘‘I’ll show you who’s crazy. Step on it, baby!’’ he laughed excitedly and you were happy to oblige, pressing your foot down harder on the gas pedal to bring him home. You couldn’t wait for life to start falling in its normal pace again, meeting up with Chad pretty much every day and unfortunately, having to face his very annoying mother whenever you’d come over. It was worth having to listen to her blabbering if it meant you could stay close to her son.

Chadwick on the other hand had other ideas and reached his hands out to the wheel, steering to the right to take a turn off of the main road. ‘‘Chad!’’ You yelled in shock, looking at him with wide eyes as your fingertips clenched around the wheel and he just laughed, sitting back down as you managed to get the car under control again. ‘‘I’m not going home now. Wikiwiki, to the beach,’’ he grinned as he bit his lip, raising both eyebrows at you suggestively and playfully before he turned up the volume of the radio even higher and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a laugh. You still did as told though, making your way to the small beach you and him had claimed as your secret hang out spot. It wasn’t swarmed with tourists and rarely visited by locals─the perfect place for you and Chadwick to have privacy.

You let the vehicle come to a stop right next to the little hut on the beach, killing the engine as you looked at Chadwick. He was already out of the car and grabbing his bags, eager to get out of his military clothing and into the water. ‘‘Chad, don’t you want to go home and see your parents? We can go for a swim later today,’’ you asked as you looked at him, your hands still on the wheel and he shook his head determinedly, closing the car door with his hip. ‘‘Definitely not, baby. I just got back, I want to have some time for myself before I get bombarded with questions and they start plannin’ my future the way they want to,’’

You sighed and opened the door, getting out of the car to walk around it and stand in front of him. You placed your hands on his chest─nothing about it was sexual in any way, but it still made goosebumps arise on Chad’s skin, despite the heat of the island.

‘‘M-Maybe I’ll just stay here for a while,’’ he said, nodding his head to the hut and you frowned, shaking your head.

‘‘C’mon, Chad. You’re not gonna stay here! You’ve got a beautiful house in Kahala and a family,’’ you reminded him, as if he didn’t already know. He sighed as he rolled his eyes, stepping away from you to walk further onto the sand, dropping his bags on the few steps that led up to the hut.

‘‘For the whole time I was overseas, I got a letter from my folks every week reminding me of my beautiful home and my beautiful future in my dad’s beautiful pineapple business,’’ he said theatrically as he looked back at you when you were in front of him again, hands on your hips. You knew how he felt about his parents wanting him to follow into his fathers’ footsteps─the idea of it made him want to gag. He was often very stubborn and smug about it, telling anyone who’d ask that it definitely wasn’t happening, but you knew how it frustrated him to no end because he was unsure about his future. He cried to you about it before and you’d hold him in your arms, telling him he could be and do anything he wanted in the world and he believed it. He always believed you.

‘‘And the more they reminded me, the more I knew I couldn’t come back here with the rest of my life laid out for me,’’ he sighed, his shoulders slumping a little and you gave him a sympathetic smile, squeezing his bicep softly. ‘‘I wanna do things on my own, make something of myself,’’

‘‘You’ve been feeling this way for a long time, Chad. You have to tell them eventually,’’ you said, trying to ignore how firm his bicep felt under your palm. Calm down, Y/N─you’re comforting your friend, now is not the time to think unholy thoughts about him. Chadwick barely noticed the inner battle you had going on.

‘‘I will!’’ He said matter of factly, making you raise your eyebrows. He definitely wouldn’t.

‘‘When?’’ You shot back at him, raising an eyebrow as you tilted your head a little.

‘‘When the time is right,’’ he grinned, leaning closer in to you and you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. ‘‘Please do it fast, Chadwick,’’ you told him, trying to sound stern, but you giggled as he pressed you firm against his chest, tickling your neck with kisses. ‘‘I don’t know how long I can wait for you to grow up,’’ you said playfully, maybe even a little challenging. Chadwick definitely took it as the latter as he pulled back and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. He was about to throw a playful threat at your head but you already pushed him off of you and kicked your heels off in the sand, running closer to the water. You weren’t planning on actually getting in, since you had to go to work soon and wouldn’t have time to go back home to get changed, but Chadwick had other plans.

He ran after you and grabbed your arm, tugging you along into the water, making you scream and gasp. ‘‘No, Chad!’’ You shrieked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, throwing you away from him deeper into the water. You sputtered for a second, gasping with wide eyes as you came back up. You were soaked to the bone, your hair sticking to your face. You were quick as you made your way back to him and before he could get out of the water, you jumped on his back to make him fall, getting your revenge. You laughed devilishly, running out of the water but ofcourse, he was quick to follow.

When he managed to grab your arm and you lost your balance, you took him right along with you onto the sand. He laughed happily as he hovered above you, planting his lips onto yours again. This time, you felt his tongue prodding at your lips and you were quick to gain him access, letting out a deep sigh in his mouth. His hand ran down your side, finding its home on your hip as he shamelessly explored your mouth like he had done so many times before. You never wanted this moment to end but when your boss’ face flashed in front of your closed eyes and you were reminded by how soaked you were by sand sticking to places you’d rather not mention, you pushed him off of you and sat up, laughing a little.

‘‘What’s so funny?’’ He grinned, sitting up with you, his hands trying to tug down the straps of your dress.

‘‘I bought this dress just for today and now it’s completely ruined,’’ you pouted and he pecked your lips.

‘‘You know something? On you, wet is my favorite color,’’

Rolling your eyes, you laughed but placed a hand on his chest to prevent him from leaning in and kissing you again. He grabbed your wrists, trying to fight you off but you managed to get back on your feet, keeping him at bay. ‘‘I really have to go, Chad. I have a job, you know?’’ you grinned playfully, sticking out your tongue as you pulled your dress down a little, visibly cringing by how uncomfortable the wet fabric felt against your skin.

‘‘You can’t,’’ he said simply, getting up from the sand as he placed his hands on his hips, grinning widely and smugly as if he was in on some kind of secret. ‘‘You’re not getting in my car like that,’’ he hummed, walking up the steps to grab his bags. You cursed under your breath as you let your arms hang next to your body, squeezing your eyes shut as you threw your head back. You weren’t about to ruin his car just because you were stubborn and after thinking it over for a few short seconds, you figured that you just couldn’t leave… right? Right?!

Your boss could wait.

‘‘C’mon, I even bought you a bikini and everything,’’ he wiggled his eyebrows when you looked at him again and to you, he wouldn’t even have to say another word to convince you. Bathing suit or not, you would’ve stayed─it wasn’t like you had much of a choice, anyways.

The two piece bathing suit he bought came from Paris and was very… skimpy. Not something you’d usually wear, but since it was just you and Chadwick, you didn’t care much. He had seen you in less.

When you stepped out of the hut after putting it on, his back was turned to you as he stood on the steps, looking at the way the sun sparkled on the clear blue water. He was wearing nothing but little white swimming shorts that hugged his ass perfectly. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t made you want to slap that full ass or sink your teeth into his thighs.

As you cleared your throat and he turned around, the feeling was definitely mutual. He had seen you in swimwear plenty times before, but it got him riled up every time. You posed for him by placing your hands on your hips and raising your chin, a smug grin on your face─the two piece didn’t leave much up to the imagination and he was quick in his movements as he strided toward you, snaking his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against his chest.

‘‘Don’t you want to swim?’’ You asked him, hoping his answer would be no as you wrapped your arms around him, fingertips playing with his still wet hair.

‘‘Not anymore,’’ He said with that signature smile of his, leaning in to kiss you again before you even had another chance to speak. You weren’t complaining, you’d gladly let Chadwick Gates shut you up at any time of the day.

You hadn’t planned to be in the position you were currently in, but ofcourse Chad had persuaded you as he always did. Your worries about work and Chadwick not going home to his family as he should completely disappeared like snow in the warmth of the winter sun as your best friend’s hands were on your hips, guiding your rhythm as you were shamelessly grinding yourself on his thigh on a public beach. He had pulled out a random chair from inside the hut, sitting down on it as he simply told you to get yourself off on him─after seeing you in that bikini, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore and while it looked beautiful on you, you looked even better without it. The pieces of fabric were currently laying somewhere on the deck in front of the hut, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable for your best friend to admire. Perhaps you would’ve been a little more shy, but you were so turned on and you were so over the moon about the fact that he was back home, that you simply not gave a damn right now. All you cared about was how he was motivating you to go faster, chasing your high.

‘‘Oh, baby,’’ he hummed, slipping one hand up your side, his large palm perking up your boob by squeezing it softly, leaning forward to swirl the tip of his tongue over your nipple. ‘‘Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,’’ he whispered against your skin and despite the wildness of the water behind you, you heard him perfectly fine and it got you moving even harder on his thigh. The feeling of your clit rubbing against his flexing thigh made it impossible for you to keep quiet and he certainly wasn’t complaining about that, the sound of your moans and whines tightening his already tight shorts.

Your hands flew into his hair as you looked down at him, watching how he was lapping at your nipples, switching between breasts as his other hand joined with squeezing them. He looked up at you, lips tugged into a grin as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive buds before he’d bite and suck on them softly. He kept his eyes on your face the entire time, making you grip onto his locks even harder but he wasn’t bothered by it for a second.

‘‘Oh my God.. Chad,’’ you moaned breathlessly, your hips picking up speed as you were getting so close to coming undone on his freaking thigh. So close you could almost touch it, taste it. He felt it by the way your hips stuttered, faltering in rhythm a little and his hands flew back to your waist as his muscles underneath your flexed harder. His lips found yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth as you hadn’t been able to close your mouth with how you were becoming a moaning and panting mess on top of him more and more by the second. He drank in every sound that rolled off of your tongue and you loosened your grip in his hair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to push him against you firmly. He let you squeeze him in your embrace as he fed you a moan of himself when he felt your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks behind as you dragged them up his back in between his shoulder blades.

You pulled back from the kiss to gasp for air and moan embarrassingly loud when your orgasm washed over you so deliciously underneath the warmth of the Hawaiian sun. Even though you and Chad weren’t a couple, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone in two years. You hadn’t been intimate with anyone ever since you fucked your best friend, simply because you couldn’t. You couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else other than him anymore and you lied to yourself, telling yourself that he felt the same and hadn’t been with anyone else in the meanwhile either. You figured living a lie was better than have your heart broken.

He was mimicking your facial expressions automatically, but you knew it wasn’t out of mockery. He was so captivated by you and your beauty, especially in a position like this, that he was focused on you and only you. He hadn’t noticed his friends in a rowing boat coming closer to the beach until they were waving and shouting, trying to catch his attention. They were succesful and when he saw them, he widened his eyes and lifted you up from his lap. He quickly got up and grabbed one of the towels he had randomly thrown on the ground, wrapping it around you. You were still a little wobbly on your feet, but as you caught sight of his friends and how close they were getting, you widened your eyes in the same shock and gathered your bikini from the floor, as well as your dress that had mostly dried up in the sun. You moved so quick that it made your head spin─putting on your dress in the hut, throwing the towel into Chad’s direction before you ran over to his car. You threw the bikini and your shoes in the backseat, practically jumping in the vehicle as you started the engine.

‘‘Hey! I don’t get a kiss?’’ He yelled playfully at you, awkwardly holding his towel in front of him to hide his hardened cock that was very visible in his shorts. You blew him a kiss, laughing as you waved at him before you drove off, finally going to work.

You were still reeling from the orgasm you just had, your heart drumming in your ears, but you knew you and Chad would pick up right where you left off upon seeing each other again.

It took Chadwick a week to go home and face his parents, pretending he had just come home from the military. His father knew his son had been home for longer but knowing how hysterical his wife could get, he kept his mouth shut. Mr. Gates also knew that Chad mostly spend his time with you, so he did not mind it all too much─you were a nice girl. A nice, working girl, who could possibly persuade his son into rolling into the family’s pineapple business. In that week, you did manage to get Chadwick a job, but it certainly wasn’t the type his parents were hoping for. But Chadwick loved it─he knew Hawaii like the back of his hand, so becoming a tour guide seemed only logical to him. It was a business he could see himself growing deeper into and exploring further and when his parents found out nonetheless, he still didn’t give it up.

You liked working together with Chadwick and you thought he was a marvelous tour guide, but you hated yourself for putting Miss Prentice and her four female students in his care. You were too busy to take care of them yourself as you were mostly stuck at the agency with your boss, who lived in his own world most of the time. Sometimes you thought you were the one running this business.

You knew that you didn’t have to be at Chadwick’s appointment with the five ladies tonight, but your jealousy got the best of you so you dressed up in your best dress and made your way to the Island Inn where you knew he’d be to show the girls their first ‘Luau’. You could be totally reaching and overreacting, but you hadn’t missed the way Miss Prentice and her students nearly undressed your best friend with their eyes. Ladies man or not, you weren’t going to let your Chadwick be eaten alive by a bunch of horned up tourists.

As you arrived at the festivities that were held at the Inn, the tourists weren’t hard to spot, wearing lei’s as they sipped their mai-tai’s, probably too drunk to walk straight by the end of the evening. Chadwick immediately spotted you from the small stage he was on, playing his little ukelele as he was entertaining the guests with a song. You always knew he was a good singer and often tried to convince to actually do something with his talent, but he’d always wave you off. He shot you a grin and a wink and you were relieved he didn’t seem annoyed at your presence. You almost felt guilty for coming here, for not trusting him although he didn’t have to explain himself to you in any way, until you walked over to Miss Prentice’s table and saw all of their flirty smiles and dreamy eyes focused on Chad.

‘‘Miss L/N, come sit,’’ Miss Prentice smiled happily as she pulled a chair back out for you and you mustered up your most friendly smile, sitting down. ‘‘I thought you weren’t coming tonight?’’ she questioned and you wondered if that was disappointment that you heard. Instead of attacking the poor woman, you kept your cool and played your part. ‘‘I wasn’t, but Chadwick called me earlier asking me to come,’’ you lied smoothly and she just nodded, placing one of the untouched drinks in front of you.

As Chadwick finished his song and came back to the table, he smiled brightly at you as he leaned down to kiss your cheek before sitting down next to you. ‘‘What are you doing here?’’ he asked in a whisper. His tone was neutral, but to your ears it sounded like something else entirely.

‘‘Why? Do you not want me here?’’ You whispered back hurriedly, looking away from him with a small eye roll, putting your attention back on the girls at the table who were complimenting him on his performance. His hand disappeared underneath your hair, fingertips squeezing the back of your neck softly as he grinned at you. He knew exactly why you were here.

Ellie, one of Miss Prentice’s girls, didn’t seem so supportive and you didn’t miss the way she’d mumble under her breath, throwing annoyed glares Chadwick’s way. You squinted your eyes at her, putting your drink down.

‘‘Is there a problem, miss Corbett?’’ You blurted out before you could stop yourself and Chad squeezed your neck a little harder, silently warning you. He knew you had a bit of a temper at times, especially when it came to him, and he’d usually feel flattered. Hell, he’d even cheer you on when you got into it with someone, but right now you and him were working and the company couldn’t risk to lose a group of tourists. You’d both be fired on the spot. You ignored him, keeping your eyes on the blonde seventeen year old across from you.

‘‘Would you care if there was, miss L/N? You’re not my tour guide,’’ She said nonchalantly, but the tone of her voice obviously hinted that she was challenging you. She even raised a cocky eyebrow, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

Your nostrils flared a little in anger, muscles tensing and Chadwick suddenly grabbed your hands, laughing as he pulled you up from your seat. ‘‘Let’s dance, you little rascal,’’ he hissed through his teeth, already pulling you to the dance floor before you could protest. You shot Ellie a glare over your shoulder but your attention was pulled back to your best friend as he twirled you around, catching you in his arms.

‘‘What’s happening here, Y/N?’’ He questioned, raising an amused eyebrow as he looked down at you, swaying you to the music. You were barely moving along on your own accord, making things a little harder for him. You huffed and looked away from him, your eyebrows tensed with annoyance. He licked his lips, an amused smile falling on his face. ‘‘Are you jealous?’’ He spoke softly as he leaned in closer to you, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You shot your head back in his direction, nearly scoffing in his face. Yes, you were goddamn jealous, but he didn’t need to know that.

‘‘Jealous? Tsk. I wouldn’t know of what,’’ You said, trying to sound casual, having to look away from him again to not raise any suspicion. He already knew you were jealous with how you were practically turning green, but he decided not to expose you. Yet. Instead, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, lips moving dangerously closer to yours and you planted your hands on his chest. ‘‘Chad, we’re working,’’ you hissed as if you hadn’t almost gone head to head with a client a minute ago. He looked over your shoulder, shrugging as he then grinned at you. ‘‘They’re not looking, baby,’’

You sighed and pushed him away, giggling softly. You weren’t in danger or in need for help in any way or whatsoever, but apparently a drunk tourist thought you were and decided to take on the role of your hero. You were pulled out of Chadwick’s arms by a much older man who held onto you, looking at you with dazed eyes.

‘‘Is this man bothering you, sweetie?’’ He slurred, nodding to Chadwick who raised his eyebrows. He knew you could handle yourself, but he was still ready to step in when needed.

‘‘No, sir, he’s not,’’ you said, trying to be polite as you tried to peel his hands off of you. He wouldn’t budge, holding onto you as he squinted his eyes at Chadwick. ‘‘You keep your filthy hands off this young lady!’’

‘‘Hey, I ain’t the one touchin’ her now, am I?’’ Although a question, the comment didn’t come out as one and you heard how his voice dropped an octave or two, sending a chill down your spine. The drunk tourist turned to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his side to take you away from Chadwick. Before your friend could come after you, you pushed the drunk off of you and slapped him across the face. The man gasped in shock, stumbling on his feet a little─drunk or not, he raised his hand, about to hit you but he was stopped as Chadwick grabbed his wrist and landed a punch straight across the man’s jaw. You gasped as the drunk seemed to recover sooner than you would’ve thought, wanting to return the favor to your friend but Chadwick ducked just in time, the man’s fist connecting to a waiter’s nose.

Before you knew it, the Island Inn had turned into utter chaos. People were getting pushed around and slapped left and right, food and drinks flying through the air. Even the musicians and waiters were getting in on it and if you wouldn’t have seen it with your own two eyes, you would never believed how a watermelon was thrown by someone, flying right by your nose. You leaned back, stumbling in Chadwick’s arms and he pulled you down as the same drunk man from before was coming for him again. You grabbed his hand and laughed as you felt adrenaline rushing through your veins, pulling him back to Miss Prentice’s table. Most of the girls were hiding under tables and your eyes fell on Ellie who was joining any fight she could get into. You let go of Chadwick’s hand, striding toward her with a mai-tai in hand.

‘‘Y/N, NO!’’ Chadwick yelled as he ran after you but he was too late─you threw the beverage right into the blonde’s face as she turned around, making her scream hysterically as she squeezed her eyes shut. She had no idea who it came from and as she reached out her hands to grab onto the culprit, Chadwick wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off of the floor, taking the chance to make a run for it. He took you out of the restaurant and hotel, but he couldn’t get very far as a few cop cars pulled up and the both of you were stopped by two policemen. ‘‘I oughta beat your ass myself,’’ he threatened in your ear with a laugh and all you could do was laugh like an absolute fool, waving at him as he was tugged to one of the police cars and you were pushed in the other one.

You had expected for your father to throw a fit in the middle of the police station when he bailed you out the next morning─you knew that he was probably already aware of your arrest last night but he let you stay in there overnight for you to learn your lesson. You probably didn’t learn any lessons at all, but you did apologize to your father, thanking him for getting you out of there.

‘‘What about Chad?’’ You asked as he took you out of the station and to the car. Your father sighed and looked at you from the other side of the vehicle, unlocking the doors. ‘‘I am sure Mr. Gates cares enough to get his son out of jail. Now let’s go home to your grandmother so she knows you haven’t turned into a full blown criminal,’’ he said, chuckling softly about his own attempt at a joke and you rolled your eyes, looking at the police station. You had no idea if he was still in there or not, but you didn’t exactly have a choice other than to get in your fathers’ car and go home.

Chadwick was indeed bailed out of jail by his father who was livid at his actions and the situation. On the entire drive home, Mr. Gates went on and on about how it was time to give up on his own silly dreams and he had to quit his job, making sure his son would get it through his head that there was no steady future in the tourist industry, nor with you. Chadwick didn’t say a word, but his anger and annoyance were eating at him on the inside─he wanted to yell and scream, tell his father to get it through his thick skull that he would never ever get into the pineapple business. He’d rather die than become the vice president of a company he didn’t give a damn about, having people talk behind his back and smile in his face because he was the boss’s son. The thought of every single day being the same almost made him want to roll down the window and throw up.

Ofcourse, his mother was in hysterics when he came walking through the front door with his father and he barely had time to step inside the house as she practically threw herself in her son’s arms.

‘‘My baby!’’ She cried out, squeezing him firmly in her embrace and he let out a groan, rolling his eyes at his mothers’ antics. ‘‘Oh, my baby’s home from the big house,’’ she said dramatically as she squeezed his face in her hands, as if he had been gone for years and this was the first time she was finally able to see and hold him again.

‘‘Sarah Lee, will you forget those old movies?’’ Mr. Gates sighed, tired of his wife’s ways as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, giving his wife an annoyed look.

‘‘Oh, are you okay, my Chadwick?’’ She sighed as she ignored her husband and released her son’s face, grabbing onto his hands instead. ‘‘They didn’t grill you under a lamp or anything?’’

He couldn’t do anything else but laugh─honestly, he had no idea how she came up with most of the things she said. ‘‘No, mom. No grilling, no lamp. I’m just fine,’’ he chuckled, trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes once more. She nodded and let go of his hands, sighing deeply and theatrically.

‘‘Oh, I do hope this doesn’t get back home. Daddy, there hasn’t been a Gates in jail since the revenuers caught your moonshinin’ uncle squeezing corn,’’ she said matter of factly as she looked at her husband and Chadwick bit his tongue, though he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from raising into a smile. ‘‘He was your uncle, Sarah Lee. He was a Polk,’’ he threw back at her, groaning softly and Chad chuckled, turning back to look at his mother.

‘‘Mom, I’m sorry, honestly, but it wasn’t my fault,’’ he said, giving her a soft smile as he tried to sound as innocent as possible. All in the hopes that she’d just forget about it and let him go. He was getting impatient, wanting to go to your house to see if you were there or if you were still in jail. He doubted it though, knowing your father wouldn’t do that to you.

‘‘Oh, I know that, dear. It’s those people you hang around with,’’ she smiled lovingly at him, caressing his cheek. ‘‘Mostly that L/N girl, she’s the one to blame,’’ she said as if it was totally obvious. As if he knew that too. He frowned his eyebrows as he pulled his head out of her reach, taking a step back. He was aware how his mother felt about you but he never allowed her to speak badly about you before and he wasn’t about to start now.

‘‘Y/N had nothing to do with it,’’ he defended you, clenching his jaw a little. His mother shrugged innocently, smiling. ‘‘Well, she was there, wasn’t she? And you got that job working in her tourist place… Who else can we blame?’’ She sighed, keeping her eyes on her son as she was ignoring the warning glare from her husband. ‘‘She’s pulling you down to her level. You’re above her, Chadwick, when will you realise that?’’

‘‘I won’t listen that kind of talk,’’ Chadwick said, stepping away from his mother. Before he was able to leave, his father grabbed onto his arm.

‘‘Well, then listen to this,’’ Mr. Gates spoke up, raising his voice and Chad sighed, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling for a second before he turned around, pulling his arm out of his fathers’ grip. ‘‘You’ve tried it your way and you’ve made a mess of it. Now you’ll try it our way and our way means no more wasting your life away on the beach with your friends, no more brainless jobs and no more Y/N. Do you understand what I’m saying?’’

Chadwick squinted his eyes a little at his father, annoyance making his bones tingle as he squeezed his hands into fists before sprawling out his fingers. ‘‘Yes sir, but I can’t promise I’ll go along with it,’’ he spat back stubbornly.

‘‘If you remain in this house, you’ll go along with it,’’ his father told him matter of factly and Chadwick sighed, looking his father dead in the eye. ‘‘I’m sorry, sir. You just made the decision for me,’’ he said, doing his best to keep his voice under control and steady. Before the fight could go any further, he brushed by his fathers’ shoulder and strided to the front door, hand grabbing onto the doorknob.

‘‘Chadwick! Think of who you are!’’ His mother exclaimed desperately and he sighed, turning around to look at his parents. ‘‘Remember, you come from a fine family!’’

‘‘Yeah and you’ll do enough remembering for both of us, Mom,’’ he spat at her, turning the door knob in his palm. Before he could get a reaction out of them, he swung the door open and stepped outside, letting the door slam shut behind him loudly. In the process, he bumped right into your frame.

You heard the entire conversation, pacing back and forth on the other side of the door. You heard him fight with his parents before, but right now you felt like you were partly to blame for all of this. You had gotten him a job as a guide at the place you worked at and if you hadn’t shown up at the luau, there probably wouldn’t have been a fight and he wouldn’t have gotten arrested.

‘‘Chad..’’ you whispered and he nearly broke down at the pity on your tongue and the sympathy in your eyes. Instead, he just shook his head and got into his car that you still drove around seeing he liked driving the company’s car

‘‘Just get me out of here, please,’’ he mumbled as he sat down in the passenger seat, waiting for you to take him away from his family home as far as you possibly could.

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