Meredith's standpoint I'm going on a date! I can't believe it! It's not like I haven't been on dates, it's just that I was on THE date with the man of my dreams. Chelsea and Brianna were dressing me up. Brianna was applying my makeup while Chelsea was searching for the shoes that would go with the dress she chose. She said she didn't want it to be too much but yet she went all out in excitement. So technically, I was wearing a ridiculously tight dark red dress, the same color as red wine. The dress had a French cut in front of it. Like seriously, the dress was strangling my hips and showing the world why I'm Meredith Olsen. The neckline of the dress was plunging, cutting deep below my ribcage and shielded by lace material, though you could still see a lot of skin, and by skin, I mean my boobs. The sleeveless hand of the dress was lacy, as well as the back. It was just there for design because it didn't cover anything. Chelsea made sure I didn't wear a bra since the dress didn't need

Meredith's standpoint You know, people would say on their first date they need to be calm and hold back a little information. It was logical. As for me, I never succeeded in pulling that off. One thing that scared most of my date off. Even though I started out trying to play sexy, I lost myself in talking. It wasn't nice as Angela already talked him into frustration but I couldn't stop my mouth from spilling out roll after roll of words. Aaron sat on his chair, one hand supporting his cheek while the other either unconsciously or consciously stroked my open thigh. I don't know because I was busy telling him my life story. He was a patient listener, although I doubt he was even listening with the—maybe fake or sincerely—amused smile plastered on his face the whole time. When he ate and I talked, he chuckled here and there and made small comments. He wasn't a talker, I knew that so I was glad to do the talking for him. "And I said I didn't care, but he still claimed that I love him. I

Meredith's standpoint I captured his lips with mine, and ran my tongue over his bottom lip, sucking it playfully and teasingly, loving the way his body shook violently, and how he was growling with frustration. I smiled in satisfaction, someone was indeed hungry for me. I pushed myself up to my knees only for him to growl with displeasure. "Hold on," I said, grabbing the band of the panty I didn't understand but Brianna made me wear it because she claims it's sexy—which it is because Aaron's eyes said it all. "Aaron, let me take care of you for tonight—" "Aren't I supposed to be the one doing that since this is your first time?" He questioned with one brow raised. "Yes, but this is also the moment where everything I do matters to decide your sexuality, I need to have this satisfaction that I tried," I explained as I straddled him again. "But it isn't right, I should take care of you," he argued. "Shut up," I said as I rolled my eyes indifferently, "you are going to enjoy this or

Brianna's standpoint Jacky was just parking his black and yellow Ferrari when I came out. I was walking to the car when I spotted a photographer taking pictures before the gate closed. They followed the idiot. Jacky bounced out of the car, completely oblivious to what he did. It wasn't bad though, at least I looked sexy in my mini-dress. I placed my hands on my hips as he walked to me, a sheepish grin on his face. "I don't want to know how you got my address, just quietly tell me why you are here." "So you still haven't seen the news?" "Why? I have better things to do." Yeah, stalk you on social media. "Then I guess you'll have to sit down to hear this," I shrugged and spun around before he got to me. Lead the way, my beautiful ass, this is your moment to shine. "How was work?" He asked. I looked over my shoulder and caught his eyes following my behind. I turned around and smirked. "Glorious," "Very, very," he murmured to himself. I walked past the front door and went to sit

Autumn's standpoint I tapped my foot in the air as I hummed and typed on my computer. Cai was pacing around my office anxiously. So this is what has happened so far. We arrived back in Washington DC early and he insisted we go straight to the hospital because I threw up in the plane after eating a French dip which is one of my absolute favorite normal foods to take for breakfast. At first, he freaked out that I might be sick but then went back to his "you're pregnant" conclusion. Then I reminded him that the night at Daddy's, he spilled on my thighs, not inside me. So unless thighs can get someone pregnant, it wasn't possible. Then he gracefully reminded me that when he drove me home that morning, he parked and we had a quickie in his car—I forgot about that part. And yes, he did spill inside me so that was a point. And we had unprotected sex every time. Technically, I couldn't tell him no so it was time to prove him wrong once and for all. So once we were out of the plane, I drove h