~Sloane~
She sauntered into the shop, completely at ease... like she didn't just ruin something that was never going to happen.
How can a guy this hot remain so untouched?
Lisa Windsor, my one and only..... emphasis on only,...sick friend from college. She's now a nurse, which is actually no surprise. Lisa always had a good nature to giving care to everyone. Probably the only thing I like about her.
Fake people everywhere.
I'm great at reading people, and she? She's an open book. No one can be that nice. No one!
Her days are probably numbered. Hehe. Nothing really brings me to life like a good suffering and demise.
We sat around a table, six of us. Ava, Lisa, Lyra, Avery, Skyler, .. including me.
The atmosphere cried out for help as silence made me gasp for air.
"So Ava, how's Theodore doing," I had to break the silence. "Still looking good,huh?".
"We broke up ages ago"
"Really? Why?"
"Sloane, you slept with my boyfriend..... Goddamn multiple times".
Hehe. Right. Who could resist that hottie? And who could also resist me? I'm effortlessly beautiful and sexy.
I felt the rage in her voice, typical Ava.
"I was just helping you keep his dick warm. Pretty considerate of me. Hehe".
"Bitch, I will punch you by accident on purpose". Ava looked right into my soul with that disgusted look in her eyes. She's always hated me from the beginning. "Once a bitch, always a bitch".
Giggles. Giggles. Giggles. They keep giggling at something. Lyra and Avery.
Turns at they were just giggling at pictures of naked guys. Sigh.
Lyra is a certified slut,....like I'm not even exaggerating. While Avery, her bestie,...is just in between. Plus she works here at Levi's coffee shop.
"Aren't you dating Jeremiah, Lyra? Why do guys keep streaking you?". Lisa just had to ask, curiosity-driven.
"We broke up. He kept talking to me about how he doesn't want me exposing my body. I don't need someone who's going to question my life just because I post nudes," Ava's gaze lingered until it finally fell on Levi's, hinting at him to bring more coffee. "I have this perfect beautiful boobs and all, Can't let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my true love".
"Preach Gurl, the tea is clocking". Avery declared, her voice husky with admiration like a devoted fan. "I always say, boobs are meant to be seen".
That's cool and all...but I can't help but notice Levi and Lisa exchanging glances.
Let's ruin the moment, shall we?
"Guys, let's talk about some memorable moments from our past....you know, to keep the flow".
"I fell in love with a beautiful girl in Miami, but she later turned out to be Freddy".
....
Skyler.. Oh sweet innocent Skyler. Literally left everyone's jaw on the floor.
"At least you guys didn't..." Lisa probably wanted to clear her doubts.
The guilty, yet suspicious look on his face said everything. They probably did it.
A guy on wheelchair happened to come across those pictures Lyra was looking at. He face was ashen, eyes that aimed at disappointment and disgust. He probably guessed it.
"It's not what you think,... please don't jump to conclusions".
"The guy doesn't even have legs, how do you expect him to jump to conclusions," ...
WOAH!!!! AVA!
Ava's been devoured by anger. The loud sound that made our ears bleed when she hit the table, and those eyes filled with fury. She sprung out of her seat.
"Can we all just stop acting like we've not been in touch!? Reunion? Oh please! Micah and River aren't even here! Avery fucking works here, Sloane is a total ass parasite who feeds off her friend, Lyra is viral everywhere on the internet, Lisa is just two blocks away from me,...and Skyler?...Well he's still stupid as usual. I'm leaving. Lisa, you coming?".
Ouch! Straight to the heart. She's right though. Guess this was just a waste of time. Sigh.
I never did realize this but Lisa is actually really pretty. Beautiful brown hair, warm hazel eyes. A cute little spread of freckles over her cheeks, and a little nose that's a bit red.
A smile crept up her cheeks as she talks to Levi at the counter, her piercing eyes burn with inner intensity like two glittering stars on a moonless night.
This woman....is really dangerous.
**********
It's been a couple of hours since we ended our gathering.
Isla's staying over at Silas' place tonight, which means.. I'm home alone. Perfect moment for cliched horror movie disaster. Hehe.
Like many young adults, I used to think nighttime was for sleeping...until I met insomnia. Too many things ringing in my head like church bells.
A healthy sleeping schedule? ...Yeah I don't know her. Sigh.
I'm so glad I decided to put on my hottest underwear today. My hot stalker has arrived. I could tell by the continuous ringing of my doorbell.
Damn, I just got wet thinking about it.
I gingerly walked over to the door and flung it open,....and yes, I liked what I saw. Even if I have to die this night, I'll make it worth it.
He dressed so nicely, spitting wealth all over my broke ass home. Is he rich? Would love that.
Thoughts are still processing when he slammed my body into his'. A thick swallow shifts in the column of his throat.
I don't know how but I'm suddenly in his arms..... walking up the stairs...to my bedroom. What's happening? Seems like a scene yanked out of a movie.
I'm lying on the bed digging in the pleasure of his tongue as he went down on me, exploring every bit of me.
He traces back to my face, eyes soldered on my lips, before we clashed.
His lips are soft but his kiss is dangerous. This man knows what he wants....and I'm definitely going to give it to him. For some reason, I want him so bad.
I feel myself getting gobbled up by temptation and desire. It hits me as though it's been waiting patiently to strike. Oh he's good at what he's doing to me.
I moan when his hand explored my neck, down to my body. Feeling him undoing my buttons before dipping his hand beneath my bra.
His eyes are dark, hooded, a lightless void. I run my fingers through his thick but soft dark hair,....that perfect hair.
His fingers now were deep inside me, swirling and withdrawing, and I let out a moan.
Fuck!
He pulls away from the hot kiss, held down both my arms over my head while he takes off every piece of fabric on my body. Damn! He has a strong grip.
It's probably my imagination...but I've been hearing the sound of my doorbell for a while now. Probably just my imagination. Yeah.
It's cold- yet warm, his tongue on my nipple... tasting, while his fingers played with my left nipple.
"Goddamn it! You're like an angel," I blurted that out with an intense sound.
He paused, a cute little smirk silently kissed his lips, as his gaze found it's way to me.
"I'm no fucking angel," He slid down a little, enough to have my legs spread wide on his shoulders, gripping my slender waist with his wrists. "I'll teach you, Sloane. Be a good girl and make some noise," he says, then passes one long slow lick over my center. "Because I'm about to ruin you".
A little deep into the night and I've never been more worried about my bed than right now. Endless fearful shaking matching the rhythm of our thrust.
With every shallow thrust, he push deeper, pausing whenever I try to hold back a moan.
"More! I need more!" I cried out, practically begging him to destroy me completely.
He smirked, "Eyes on me, Sloane. Watch how I make you mine".
**********
I jolt out of my bed to the sound of my jarring, now annoying alarm. Was that a dream? Did I actually spend the night with him?...Was definitely convinced by the pain I felt between my legs. Aftereffect.
Somehow feels as though I'm forgetting something.
While I'm still reliving those chill moments of last night, my ringtone snaps me back to reality. This early blessed morning, someone chooses to be at my neck.
I pick up the phone and yes,...my weapon fashioned against me....I mean, Rowan was after my life.
Knew I was forgetting something. Tsk.