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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 💟Here in Wehear, vampire/werewolf/billionaire tells their own love affairs! Join 5m female and listen to the best romance! | Rory's Pov 15 years ago My fur rubbed against my mother's soft skin. I kept whimpering, scenting her blood in the air. It made my wolf shiver, it frightened me. I wasn't like the other children from my pack. I had gotten my wolf when I turned 10 and my parents feared the worst for me. With the way the world changed after the start of the war, any little thing perceived as different, dangerous, or out of the norm was usually hunted down, locked away, or killed. Even I knew that at 10 years old. The war started when I was a toddler. Still a pup but not old enough to understand what was going on in the world. It wasn't long after the bears were defeated, the supernatural council disbanded that the Dark Witches made their first attacks. It started off slow. Wolves disappearing in the middle of the night. Then the infertility wave hit. No one knew what was happening or who was responsible. Then came the plague. They call it the Lupine Plague and it only affects our females. None of the pack doctors could figure out why it was only females, or why there was a 100% mortality rate but if you caught it, it was a death sentence. The once plentiful werewolf population went from flourishing to near extinct. There were hardly any females left and the ones that were born were protected, cherished in most cases. But then you have those who were greedy to have a female of their own. They were coveted. They were stolen. Being a female in this day and age was dangerous. I was luckily born into a pack that cherished me, cherished my mother. Valued us, protected us. The wolves who suffered the most from this attack were Alphas. The Dark witches thought they were too powerful, too plentiful. So along with the infertility, they changed the biology of alphas. Still, no one knows how they did it but Alphas can now only mate with Omegas. They can only procreate with Omegas. Sure they can mess and play with any ranking wolf but if they wanted heirs, if they wanted pups of their own it had to be with an omega. With females already being in high demand, it brought even more danger on omegas. They were hunted by alphas, packs, traders and collectors, and even the witches took it upon themselves to hunt omegas down to prevent alpha procreation. The ones who were captured were either enslaved, killed, or sold to the highest bidder. It wasn't a glamorous life. Being an omega was just as bad as being different now. It wasn't long after the Plague started that the witches came forward and made their demands. They started the Plague. They started the female infertility. They wiped out nearly all female werewolves with just a wave of their hands. No one knew how they did it but we did understand that it was extremely powerful magic. Dark magic. We gathered up the Light witches we could trust, when I say we I mean the royal family. They weren't able to reverse the curse. They weren't even able to reverse the infertility plague. Witches were therefore hated by most wolves, those light witches that could be trusted were shunned, wolves were wary of them. The royal family, in an attempt to protect the packs, assigned a loyal Light Witch to each and every pack in the world. They protected the packs against any further damage, any new curses, and helped with pack defenses against the dark witches. Our pack's light witch was strong. She was the most powerful person that I knew. She was kind and gentle to us, especially to me. I was the only omega born in my pack in years and my pack took their duty to protect me seriously. So when the hoard of witches who found out about me came knocking they fought. So many were slaughtered from both sides that day. Our alpha, his mate, warriors, all killed. Witches too. They weren't coming out of that unscathed. My father, who had been my idol, perished that night too. He hugged me tight before tossing me into my mother's arms and forcing us to run. I felt it when he died. My wolf whimpered and cried. We almost died that night too. They had us surrounded until Perla, our Light Witch sacrificed herself to save us. To save me. My mother, bloodied, and wounded, commanded me to shift. We walked for miles, days even. It had been a week since the attack on our pack. The Yellowstone pack. My mother even shifted for a bit to speed up her healing. We stayed hidden. We stayed in the woods, away from roads, people. We didn't want to risk being found by the witches. Most of the journey we walked on our paws, trying to blend in with nature. I didn't know where we were headed but every time I asked my mother hushed me. When I refused she would pick me up by my scruff and carry me that way. My coat, that had once been white, looked nearly gray or brown with all of the dirt and mud caked onto it. I hadn't been released from the command to shift and I didnt have the desire to be in my human form. “There is a creek ahead. We will find shelter for the night.” my mother said through our family link into my mind. My wolf, the size of a younger pup, huffed in response. She licked my muzzle and closed her eyes as she pressed her head to me. “Come now, Rory. Just a little further.” My bones ache, and my little body is sore from walking for so long. How far had we traveled? How much further did we need to go? Once we got to the creek we drank our fill, mother hunted a doe for us to feast on and she found shelter in a small cave. There were large rocks everywhere and so many new scents I had never smelled before. I knew based on the geography of the land around us we had to be somewhere in the mountains. “Momma, where are we?” I asked through the link as I laid my body on the ground and wrapped my fluffy white tail around me to keep me warm. It was fall and the leaves were starting to change to beautiful reds, oranges, and browns. “We are in Colorado.” she stated looking out into the distance. “Why are we so far from home? Will we not go back? What about the pack?” I asked rapid firing questions. She placed her paw on me and closed her eyes. I could feel the despair and sorrow pouring off of her in waves. “In another time, in another age, I would have waited to tell you but times have changed. The world isn't the same that I grew up in. I never wanted any of this for you Rory. I wanted so much goodness and happiness for you. But you need to understand something. The world is dangerous. Alpha is dead. Luna is dead. Your father is d….. he's dead. They died to protect you.” “So… it's my fault.” I whispered in the link back. Having a conversation in your head always felt so weird but after a while it felt more natural. “NO! None of this is your fault. Were you a catalyst, possibly but none of this is because of you. This was because of greedy people, ignorant people. People who want what doesn't belong to them. You may be an Omega Rory but you submit to no one, do you understand me. No one but your mate, if you ever find them and I pray that you do. What I'm going to tell you is very important. And I need you to listen to me. I need you to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?” her tone was firm, commanding. I felt the shivers of authority run over my skin and fur. I nodded my tiny pup head and she let out a breath. “Tomorrow we will finish our journey. I was supposed to bring you to the Royal Pack in Colorado. The King of all Werewolves would have protected you but I don't know who to trust anymore. It wasn't just witches who attacked us before. There were wolves working with the Dark witches. I've thought long and hard over this. Prayed to the goddess above. I have even prayed to your father. All signs are telling me to hide you. To keep you hidden. At Least for now.” “But why does…” “Hush. Listen.” she started. “Do you know what happens to wolves when they lose their mates? Some can handle it. The stronger the wolf, the more likely they are to pull through but I am not capable. I can feel myself fading. I can feel my time coming to an end.” I stood up on all four paws and whimpered while tucking my tail between my legs. I didn't like this. I didn't like it at all. She's my mother. My best friend. The only family I have left. Now she's saying she's dying? That she's abandoning me too? “I have enough willpower to see you to safety Rory. Understand that I love you with all of my heart. Your father loved you with every fiber of his being. You were his pride and joy. I am so sorry that I won't be able to be with you for much longer. It's just not in the fates. I will always be with you in your heart and the Goddess is always in your mind. The journey tomorrow is important. I have a plan. It's crazy and I don't know if it will work but I have an idea to keep you safe. There is a zoo, not far from the Royal Pack. I know I said I don't know if we can trust them but if the need ever arises they are right there. I know a zoo sounds crazy but do you remember your school field trips to the zoo back home? There are wolves there. I plan on surrendering you to them. They will take care of you. They will protect you. But you must stay as your wolf. You must not shift. Perla helped me ensure you couldn't shift. She gave me the potion that only another powerful witch could undo. Stay hidden, stay disguised. It's a wild plan but we're wolves. The only difference is our size. With you being an omega your wolf is naturally small. You can blend in. You must. Do you understand?” Despite my unwillingness to separate from her, I nodded. I didn't want to live like an animal for the rest of my life. But I didn't dare question my mother. I knew times were crazy. I knew it was dangerous to be a female omega. I knew that my life was in danger from the moment I was conceived. I would miss my family, my pack, and my home terribly. I would be broken without my mother and father. There was still so much I didn't know, so much I had to learn. Would I die living as a “Real wolf” living in a zoo? Would I ever get the chance to live, make friends, find my mate, and help stop this war? Only time would tell. We woke up before the morning light brightened the sky. Dawn was upon us and my mother shifted to her human form. Her skin looked pale, her eyes had large bags under them. I could see the effects the broken mate bond had on her. The effects from having our pack slaughtered had on her body. She was dying. I could sense it, smell it, feel it. She picked up my furry body and snuggled me close to her chest, running her face against my plush white fur. She looked into my icy blue eyes and smiled sadly with tears in her eyes. “I love you, Rory.” she said out loud and I whimpered. I linked her back to how much I loved her and how I would never break her promise and we left the cave. We walked for miles before we reached the big sign that said “Cheyenne Mountain Zoo” workers were coming into work, animals were crowing, roaring, and screeching with the first morning activities. It wasn't long before a security guard and workers spotted my mother carrying me. Well, me in wolf form. “I found this wolf. I got into an accident. I think I hit the mother. I didn't see any other pups. I didn't know what else to do.” I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “I'll take her. Well, have our staff look her over. Where was the accident? We would like to verify mom is dead and look for any siblings." My mom rattled off a location that didn't make sense to me but she smiled sadly at me. The guard looked at her with questions in his eyes but he looked at the worker then at me. “Remember how much I love you, Rory Bug.” she whispered in the link and the worker and the guard looked up and gasped. “Where did she go?” I looked over the worker's shoulder and sure enough, my mom was gone. Likely shifted and sprinted out of there. I was alone. Truly alone. Rory's Pov Present Day When my mother said I would have stability, safety and routine in the zoo, she meant it. I never once shifted and there were times I tried. I remember taking the elixir potion that Perla had made. 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Want more exciting chapters 👉🏻👉🏻👉🏻 | At the wedding, I looked at my boyfriend's dad and asked, "Just one more time, do you want me to marry your son, or you?" My ideal lover would be a guy who is not in a hurry to get laid, loves literature and books, and is polite. My sister says that such men are extinct in the 21st century. But, Daniel has shown up. We've been dating for a few months now after falling in love at first sight at a bookstore. He's thoughtful and attentive and a good listener, which is often the role I play - after all, my specialty is counseling. Today, in the bookstore where we first met, I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look over my boyfriend. Daniel always dresses so nicely, today in perfectly-pressed grey pants, a shining silver watch at his wrist. Wait, I bite my lip, wondering why my boyfriend has a diamond watch. There’s movement over Daniel’s shoulder, and as I look, my eyes go wide. “Daniel, there’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us.” Daniel turns to look directly at the brawny guy, well over six feet and chorded with muscle. His professional suit does nothing to disguise the roughness of his hands, the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. “Oh, um,” Daniel says, shrugging. “Don’t worry about him.” “Don’t worry about him!?” I whisper, a little scared. “Daniel, he’s looking right at –“ “No, I mean, he’s with me.” Daniel gives me an apologetic smile as my mouth falls open in shock. “That’s Parker, he’s…well. He’s kind of my body guard.” “Oh,” I say, pulling my mouth shut into an awkward O. I stare at Daniel. He needs a bodyguard? How rich is he? “Yeah, just ignore him,” Daniel says, giving me a cool smile. “My dad gets overprotective,” he rolls his eyes at this. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” Daniel laughs at this, lightening the mood. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Daniel’s wealth and my church-mouse status. I’ve never met anyone before who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Both Daniel and I look up at the baristo who smiles down at us, a really handsome blonde-haired guy who has an apron tied around his waist. “No thanks, Colin,” I say, giving him a big grin. “Actually, can we both get refills?” Daniel says, giving Colin a slow smile. “Oh, actually…“ I say, looking up at the clock and pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m definitely going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin back to the coffee counter. I start to pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I try to puzzle it out, the phone rings again – the same number. On impulse, I grab Daniel’s phone and sling my packed bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. “Daniel,” I say, slipping behind the counter, “you’re getting a phone call –“ But there’s no one back here. I look around, confused – I definitely just saw Colin and Daniel head this way… I hear a noise from the storage room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door, maybe they both – Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Colin up against the wall of the storage room, one fist wrapped in the fabric of his shirt – kissing him passionately - Colin’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button of Daniel’s pants, his belt already undone, whispering his name – my boyfriend’s name – “Are you kidding me!?” I yell, not even thinking as I hurl the phone at Daniel and his lover. Both boys jump, leaping apart. “Fay – I – “ Daniel’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Fay!” Daniel spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing - it’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve –“ “So what,” I asked, surprised. “You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!? Sorry,” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please, Fay!” Daniel calls after me as I run away. “Please – I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million? I can-" I see him pull the checkbook out of his pocket. "I don't want your money!" I say, my voice mocking. Daniel blinks and I turn away. "I’ll keep your secret, you don’t need to pay me off. I just don't want to see you again." And just like that, my fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my eyes dried up and my hair tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves and, I think, a little bit of aftershock. I still can’t believe what Daniel did to me. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly nervous about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far, but today I have to make an assessment of Kent Lippert, the man known as our city’s Mafia King. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he takes to protect his power are infamous in this town. I hear the hallway door clang open and stand up from my chair, pressing my hands against my blazer to straighten it. This is the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Lippert around the corner and I’m surprised – I expected Lippert to be a fat, old, balding man – the kind of greasy lowlife who belongs in our city’s underworld. But this man is trim and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his uniform, the way that the guards quail, a little, as they unlock the cuffs on his hands. I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Lippert’s face, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes. OH MY GOD!! I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today, in a picture on my boyfriend’s phone – And again, younger, etched in the features of my boyfriend’s own face. Daniel isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the Mafia King. “My name is Fay Thompson? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I said. “Hello, Fay,” he says, his voice low and hungry as he moves forward and settles into his chair. “Where do we begin?” I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality. Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. The mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves. Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. “So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?” “I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his impudence – he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in this city knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same – but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Kent’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and focus. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations –“ “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state which qualifies me for this position. “Here,” I say, returning his glare. “If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him, terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then – Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says. Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “you must be a virgin.” My lip trembles in shock, in awe. His eyes eat me up, savoring the tremble of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. A guard flies through the door “Hands off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt – just…shocked. I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. I give Lippert a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. At least, I hope I am. I pick up my pen again, grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see,” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and it’s the perfect length to –“ “Please, sir,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out in a shaky little growl. “I demand your respect in this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” “Darling,” he says, leaning forward. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried. “ My mouth falls open and I blink at him, shocked, but it quickly turns to rage. I slam my hand on the table, but he only laughs harder. “Sir!” I say. “This is an important process!” I hit the table again for emphasis, my hand stinging. He just watches my every movement. “I understand, Doc,” he says. “I’m here, aren’t I? Go ahead. Assess me.” He waves a hand at his body, his powerful muscles, his unyielding gaze. I stare into his eyes and feel overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor – anywhere but at him. “You looked away first,” he murmurs, studying me. “On the battlefield, this means you’d have died by my hand. Weak.” Riled, I raise my eyes again to him, determined. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” God damnit – I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His eyes move to my chest, as if he knows it, the hum in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I say, decided, gathering my papers as fast as I can and shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. I can hear him laughing softly at me as I hurry. I pound twice on the metal and the guard lets me out. “Oh, Doctor,” I hear his voice echo behind me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I murmur, my voice trembling as the guard opens the door and I storm out. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again, and good riddance. When I got home, my sister and father were eating. I take the final steps down into the kitchen and give dad a kiss on the cheek, sitting down in the chair next to him. “Come down to the club with me,” Janeen says, reaching out and taking my hand. “I’m not working tonight, and we can go have some fun! We’ll get free drinks and you can meet the girls!” I look up at her, hesitating. I love Janeen, but we live in totally different worlds. While I’ve spent my life at school and coffee shops, Janeen has been a night owl, working at various clubs as a stripper. She’s very talented, and she makes a ton of money. “Come onnnn” she whines. “We’ll get you more in touch with your body, get your blood flowing.” She dances in her chair, showing us some of her moves, ending with a sexy flick of her long purple hair. I laugh. Janeen has such an effervescent personality, it’s hard not to want to go wherever she’s going. “I’ll think about it,” I say, finishing my plate. “I’ve got some work to do –“ “Work work,” she says, rolling her eyes and scooping up her plate and mine. “You work way too much. Have some fun, baby!” I roll my eyes at her and pat dad on the shoulder as I head into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. In the living room, I open my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red and I find myself – bizarrely – typing Kent Lippert into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that dad watches every night calls Lippert the Mafia King, always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another…god, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? “Whatcha looking at?” Janeen says, flopping onto the couch and grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I say, snatching at it. “Janeen, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Kent on the page. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure,” she says, nodding appreciatively. “Who is this guy?” “Kent Lippert,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day. He was…unnerving.” Janeen flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Fay,” she says, coming across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard week with your gay boyfriend and scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. “You having fun, baby Fay?” she asks, giving me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. But then Janeen stiffens next to me. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. As I look, he starts to walk over. Janeen gets quickly to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. “Dean!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Janeen,” he says, pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Fay?” she asks, gesturing towards me with a big smile. “Fay, this is Mike Dean, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Dean’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by this little dress. Uncomfortable, I try to tug it down lower with my fist. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Janeen by her elbow. “Come on,” he says. “We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Janeen murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry.” I give her a little smile and nod. With that, Janeen follows Dean into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switch blade that I’ve hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. Half an hour more and the door opens. Dean come out of it but my stomach drops. Where’s my sister? “Janeen’s sister, right?” “Yes?” “She got sick,” he says. “She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says, “she won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you some place where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I totter after him, confused and worried, as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit – a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. “Wait here for a bit,” Dean says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink and I take a sip of it, but then, realizing that it might be laced with something, I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some…well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, though, Dean comes through it again. “Where you going, baby?” he says, rubbing a hand up and down my arm. Instinctually, I jerk my arm away from him. Dean keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Dean whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. 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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 👉𝐓𝐇𝐔 𝐇𝐎̂̀𝐈 𝐓𝐈.𝐄̂̀𝐍 Đ𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐄̂𝐍 𝐂𝐀́𝐂 𝐍𝐄̂̀𝐍 𝐓𝐀̉𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐔̛̣𝐂 𝐓𝐔𝐘𝐄̂́𝐍 ✅ 𝐂𝐀.𝐌 𝐊𝐄̂́𝐓:𝐡𝐨̂̃ 𝐭𝐫𝐨̛̣ đ𝐚̂̀𝐲 đ𝐮̉ 𝐩𝐡𝐚́𝐩 𝐥𝐲́ 𝐭𝐡𝐮 𝐡𝐨̂̀𝐢 𝐯𝐨̂́𝐧 *** 𝐋𝐮̛𝐮 𝐲́: 𝐠𝐢𝐚̉𝐢 𝐧𝐠𝐚̂𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮̛̣𝐜 𝐭𝐢𝐞̂́𝐩 𝐯𝐞̂̀ 𝐓𝐊 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐝𝐢̣𝐜𝐡 ✅ 𝐏𝐇𝐈́ 𝐓𝐑𝐀̉ 𝐒𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐀̂́𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐀́𝐍 ✅ 𝐓𝐡.𝐮 𝐡𝐨̂̀𝐢 𝐭𝐢.𝐞̂̀𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞̂𝐧 𝐜𝐚́𝐜 𝐚𝐩𝐩 đ𝐚̂̀𝐮 𝐭𝐮̛,𝐬𝐚̀𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐮̛𝐨̛𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚̣𝐢 đ𝐢𝐞̣̂𝐧 𝐭𝐮̛̉,𝐦𝐚̣𝐧𝐠 𝐱𝐚̃ 𝐡𝐨̣̂𝐢..... 𝐂𝐡𝐮́𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨̂𝐢 𝐡𝐨̂̃ 𝐭𝐫𝐨̛̣ 𝐥𝐚̂́𝐲 𝐥𝐚̣𝐢 𝐭𝐢𝐞̂̀.𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚́𝐜 𝐜𝐚́ 𝐧𝐡𝐚̂𝐧 đ𝐚̃ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐚 𝐜𝐚́𝐜 𝐧𝐞̂̀𝐧 𝐭𝐚̉𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮̛̣𝐜 𝐭𝐮𝐲𝐞̂́𝐧. Đ𝐚̂̀𝐮 𝐭𝐮̛ 𝐜𝐡𝐮̛́𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐚́𝐧,𝐥𝐚̀𝐦 𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐞̣̂𝐦 𝐯𝐮̣ , 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐞, 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐨̛̀𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐮𝐲𝐞̂̉𝐧 𝐦𝐚̂̃𝐮 𝐧𝐡𝐢́, 𝐭𝐡𝐮 𝐚̂𝐦, ...𝐯.𝐯 đ𝐞̂̀𝐮 𝐜𝐨́ 𝐭𝐡𝐞̂̉ 𝐭𝐡𝐮 𝐡𝐨̂̀𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚̀𝐧𝐡 𝐜𝐨̂𝐧𝐠. 📩 𝐈𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐲 đ𝐞̂̉ đ𝐮̛𝐨̛̣𝐜 𝐡𝐮̛𝐨̛́𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚̂̃𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐮 𝐡𝐨̂̀𝐢 𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨́𝐧𝐠 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Hỗ Trợ Trực Tuyến Đa Nền Tảng 2025 | https://www.facebook.com/61553342405296/ | 135 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481045490_1010076437851065_7639674271803896399_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=onNCrtZFNOEQ7kNvgFhH8SO&_nc_oc=Adgtk1ZV2pNLSSKAMMxW1z2QNM47ewn-u_Vb_k0fsTd1wK0PebTW4Q6t3RixU6A18pkbzFAyHfdIFQy77-fzfx54&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AP5_ue9W2BhNZed5Rj4A8HZ&oh=00_AYDbUUVSyg5AQL6qrFuZxVtnXIDBcpm-jmR3GzocJT3SQg&oe=67CBCF77 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Hỗ Trợ Trực Tuyến Đa Nền Tảng 2025 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 🎁 Giảm ngay 30% => Để lại số PHONE 👉 | 🌈🌈 Tin cực vui cho ai đang bị #Đau_Nhức_Xương_Khớp #Thoát_Vị_Đĩa_Đệm #Loãng_Xương #Tê_Bì_Chân_Tay ❌ Không cần uống thuốc hay phẫu thuật. ❌ Không cần đi gặp bác sĩ. ❌ Không tốn kém chi phí. 📞 Liên hệ ngay [🛑HOTLINE Chính Hãng] 👉 (+1) 585 868 9186 🎁 Nhận ngay voucher giảm 30%. ------------------------------ 👉 Uống 2 ly sữa ZextraSure - Sữa non xương khớp số 1 Hoa Kỳ ✅ Hiệu quả sau 14 ngày sử dụng. ✅ Giúp giảm đau nhức, tê bì tay chân. ✅ Giúp đi lại vận động thoải mái. ✅ Giúp ăn ngon ngủ khỏe. ✅ Giúp xương chắc khỏe, khớp dẻo dai. ✅ Làm chậm quá trình lõa hóa xương. ------------------------------ 👉 Ngoài ra: 👍 Sữa còn có 13 loại vitamin và 11 khoáng chất cần thiết cho cơ thể giúp tăng cường hệ miễn dịch nâng cao sức khỏe toàn diện 👍 Người bị tiểu đường, cao huyết áp, mỡ máu dùng đều rất tốt. 👍 Áp dụng công nghệ Nano hiện đại giúp thẩm thấu nhanh gấp 10 lần. 👍 Hàng triệu khách hàng ở các thị trường Mỹ, Nhật, Hàn, Canada... đang sử dụng mỗi ngày. ------------------------------ 🌎 Vinh dự khi sữa ZextraSure rất được ưu chuộng tại 9 thị trường khó tính nhất thế giới: Mỹ, Nhật, Hàn, Thái Lan, Đài Loan... 👍 Hơn 1 triệu khách hàng tin tưởng sử dụng mỗi ngày. 👍 Sữa dinh dưỡng chuẩn khoa học, không lo táo bón với vị Vani ngọt thanh dễ uống. 👍 Dễ dàng sử dụng - Tiết kiệm thời gian - Hiệu quả bất ngờ. ------------------------------ ️🏆 Đạt đầy đủ các giấy chứng nhận của các tổ chức uy tín nhất về an toàn thực phẩm trên toàn cầu. ️🥇 FDA của Hoa Kỳ ️🥇 GMP ️🥇 ISO 22000 ------------------------------ ️🎉 Chúc mừng: Đơn hàng thứ 1000 trong ngày 🎁 Em Tùng dành tặng 69 suất ƯU ĐÃI ĐẶC BIỆT duy nhất dành cho Anh/Chị nhanh tay để lại số PHONE ở phần Gửi Tin Nhắn hoặc dưới phần Bình luận. 🚛 Miễn phí vận chuyển trên toàn Hoa Kỳ. 📞 Anh/Chị chỉ cần để lại số PHONE em Tùng sẽ giao tận tay cho Anh/Chị chỉ sau 3-5 ngày. ------------------------------ #thanh_tùng_zextrasure #sữa_xương_khớp | MESSAGE_PAGE | Thanh Tùng ZextraSure - Sữa Non Xương Khớp Chính Hãng Tại Hoa Kỳ | https://www.facebook.com/zextra.sure.chinh.hang.tai.hoa.ky/ | 1,109 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send Message | 0 | DCO | +1.761.824 Người đã mua | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481676295_649001194269209_7106355958376106800_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TC6f-CNi2MYQ7kNvgHmJVg2&_nc_oc=Adih7fvtB-My7QYLRlcKG8bG-2G95VlMPwJHXmkcPG6TS7BvgqrjyP7xzAJndqSbAatlwmR5UMJ-gk-M4jtjNkda&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYDvTO5EsusDpfO-mtk4N79EaQXn-TMtdJKpCzLOKd2J9g&oe=67CBC83C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Thanh Tùng ZextraSure - Sữa Non Xương Khớp Chính Hãng Tại Hoa Kỳ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 🎁 Giảm ngay 30% => Để lại số PHONE 👉 | 🌈🌈 Tin cực vui cho ai đang bị #Đau_Nhức_Xương_Khớp #Thoát_Vị_Đĩa_Đệm #Loãng_Xương #Tê_Bì_Chân_Tay ❌ Không cần uống thuốc hay phẫu thuật. ❌ Không cần đi gặp bác sĩ. ❌ Không tốn kém chi phí. 📞 Liên hệ ngay [🛑HOTLINE Chính Hãng] 👉 (+1) 585 868 9186 🎁 Nhận ngay voucher giảm 30%. ------------------------------ 👉 Uống 2 ly sữa ZextraSure - Sữa non xương khớp số 1 Hoa Kỳ ✅ Hiệu quả sau 14 ngày sử dụng. ✅ Giúp giảm đau nhức, tê bì tay chân. ✅ Giúp đi lại vận động thoải mái. ✅ Giúp ăn ngon ngủ khỏe. ✅ Giúp xương chắc khỏe, khớp dẻo dai. ✅ Làm chậm quá trình lõa hóa xương. ------------------------------ 👉 Ngoài ra: 👍 Sữa còn có 13 loại vitamin và 11 khoáng chất cần thiết cho cơ thể giúp tăng cường hệ miễn dịch nâng cao sức khỏe toàn diện 👍 Người bị tiểu đường, cao huyết áp, mỡ máu dùng đều rất tốt. 👍 Áp dụng công nghệ Nano hiện đại giúp thẩm thấu nhanh gấp 10 lần. 👍 Hàng triệu khách hàng ở các thị trường Mỹ, Nhật, Hàn, Canada... đang sử dụng mỗi ngày. ------------------------------ 🌎 Vinh dự khi sữa ZextraSure rất được ưu chuộng tại 9 thị trường khó tính nhất thế giới: Mỹ, Nhật, Hàn, Thái Lan, Đài Loan... 👍 Hơn 1 triệu khách hàng tin tưởng sử dụng mỗi ngày. 👍 Sữa dinh dưỡng chuẩn khoa học, không lo táo bón với vị Vani ngọt thanh dễ uống. 👍 Dễ dàng sử dụng - Tiết kiệm thời gian - Hiệu quả bất ngờ. ------------------------------ ️🏆 Đạt đầy đủ các giấy chứng nhận của các tổ chức uy tín nhất về an toàn thực phẩm trên toàn cầu. ️🥇 FDA của Hoa Kỳ ️🥇 GMP ️🥇 ISO 22000 ------------------------------ ️🎉 Chúc mừng: Đơn hàng thứ 1000 trong ngày 🎁 Em Tùng dành tặng 69 suất ƯU ĐÃI ĐẶC BIỆT duy nhất dành cho Anh/Chị nhanh tay để lại số PHONE ở phần Gửi Tin Nhắn hoặc dưới phần Bình luận. 🚛 Miễn phí vận chuyển trên toàn Hoa Kỳ. 📞 Anh/Chị chỉ cần để lại số PHONE em Tùng sẽ giao tận tay cho Anh/Chị chỉ sau 3-5 ngày. ------------------------------ #thanh_tùng_zextrasure #sữa_xương_khớp | MESSAGE_PAGE | Thanh Tùng ZextraSure - Sữa Non Xương Khớp Chính Hãng Tại Hoa Kỳ | https://www.facebook.com/zextra.sure.chinh.hang.tai.hoa.ky/ | 1,109 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send Message | 0 | DCO | +1.761.824 Người đã mua | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481676295_649001194269209_7106355958376106800_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TC6f-CNi2MYQ7kNvgHmJVg2&_nc_oc=Adih7fvtB-My7QYLRlcKG8bG-2G95VlMPwJHXmkcPG6TS7BvgqrjyP7xzAJndqSbAatlwmR5UMJ-gk-M4jtjNkda&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYDvTO5EsusDpfO-mtk4N79EaQXn-TMtdJKpCzLOKd2J9g&oe=67CBC83C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Thanh Tùng ZextraSure - Sữa Non Xương Khớp Chính Hãng Tại Hoa Kỳ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Muốn trẻ đẹp phải xem ngay video này! | 🥰 Bà chủ quán nhậu mạnh tay chi tiền khủng để tân trang nhan sắc, khiến chồng cũ ‘tiếc', phải quay về yêu thương vợ vì quá trẻ đẹp. Các chị xem clip kiểm chứng nhé! ---------- MEGA GANGNAM ĐO NI SẮC VÓC - ĐẸP VƯỢT KỲ VỌNG ☎️ Hotline: 093 227 8888 🏦 Hệ thống Mega Gangnam tại Việt Nam ▪️ Cơ sở 1: Toà nhà Mega Gangnam 454 Xã Đàn, Quận Đống Đa, Hà Nội ▪️ Cơ sở 2: Toà nhà Mega Gangnam 29 Nguyễn Khắc Nhu, P. Cô Giang, Q.1, Tp HCM ▪️ Cơ sở 3: Tòa nhà Mega Gangnam 68 đường 3/2 (cuối vòng xoay Dân Chủ), P.12, Q.10, Tp HCM ▪️ Cơ sở 4: Tầng 2, Mường Thanh Luxury Sông Hàn Hotel, 115 Nguyễn Văn Linh (sảnh mặt Hoàng Diệu) P. Nam Dương, Q. Hải Châu, TP. Đà Nẵng GPHĐ: 00129/HCM-GPHĐ do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh cấp CCHN bác sĩ Lee Kil Sun: 041260/BYT-CCHN do Bộ Y tế cấp CCHN bác sĩ Trần Anh Đức: 0036216/HCM-CCHN do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh cấp CCHN bác sĩ Bùi Thị Ân: 005424/HNO-CCHN do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hà Nội cấp | MESSAGE_PAGE | Minh Thông - Chuyên gia trẻ hóa Mega Gangnam | https://www.facebook.com/100094017548810/ | 27 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480972549_1311038043783462_221034114643676362_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=e-uELDF2710Q7kNvgGekKnm&_nc_oc=AdgGheKp58PUDIuuaNCffFiZNN39LVD0vwBdbmKp5MRH0ehRe4tVv4di_9BOcgXLG_qxtAQQvVNGnMa8GoeouAEQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYA1SQXAniw_QmERA-xzWW4DEqguCRSB-jnTyZ3ufyTmbA&oe=67CBC083 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Minh Thông - Chuyên gia trẻ hóa Mega Gangnam | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 🔥CHỈ 5 TRIỆU | HÚT M.Ỡ BẮP TAY CÙNG BÁC SĨ VĂN | 💥CHỈ 5 TRIỆU | HÚT MỠ BẮP TAY CÙNG BÁC SĨ VĂN 💥 👉 Hiệu quả r.õ rệt " NGA.Y T.ỨC THÌ ". 👉 K0 đau, k0 tái bé.o, k0 cần nghỉ dưỡng, làm xong đi chơi ngay. ➤ Để lại SĐT để nhận PHÁC ĐỒ ĐIỀU TRỊ 1:1 miễn phí! | MESSAGE_PAGE | Bác sĩ CKI Trần Đình Văn | https://www.facebook.com/61571077269498/ | 4,189 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480829210_1689648128653790_8379174346891406552_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BXMz-RTgtiYQ7kNvgEvMhMn&_nc_oc=AdheIwuR6lJHGbkUOOdZIgOjoqZvGI40Mxr_icmAgt8_ueNHeUInHwLqZUl32Ynf07i-8bz9bTXFaRzNE38igPUW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYCo2VEFTq_b1h2KaQMz_mpas1pZ-Fz32z6jIKdT0sW_tA&oe=67CBE769 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Bác sĩ CKI Trần Đình Văn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | ❤️Click To Read More👉 | In a "F**king Plane"! No amount of alcohol could subdue the violent swirling that wreaked havoc on my insides as the Boeing 747, jutted violently from the runway saying “Goodbye” to Texas. White knuckled, panting erratically as the massive metal cylinder on steroids, climbed high into the cloudy blue horizon as Houston became nothing but a distant memory. Finally, hearing the mechanical ding signaling we could resume our normal air-traveling activities. Grabbing my ear buds, while switching my Samsung over to my music playlist as my laptop fired to life with its majestic background screen of the Supernatural Zodiac. I know… I am a dork but something about the supernatural always drew my attention, wondering what it would be like to shift into a creature regardless of what it was. Keep Dreaming Elicia. “Are you okay, sweety?” The well-aged woman with soft jade eyes and creamy ivory-tanned skin, smiled softly as she tapped my white knuckles with her slender finger. “Yes, for now. I’m not a big fan of planes.” Laughing nervously as the soft, gray leather captain’s chair embraced my trembling body that was a last-minute change from coach. Why not fly comfortably? “I could tell by that “Death Grip” you had on that poor armrest. Would you like a drink?” She smiled softly as her soft floral fragrance graced my nostrils, recognizing the “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor that the head mistress of the orphanage wore like a second layer of clothing. “I’m only nineteen.” I whispered to her softly, noticing how the royal blue silk blouse draped delicately over her slender frame like a dancer’s physique. “Shush. Our little secret.” She motioned to the flight attendant working the First-class cabin, watching as the middle-aged woman brushed her hand delicately down the forearm of a gentleman as she approached with a condescending smile. “Umm…Mary. Could I get a whiskey on the rocks and a coke for this young lady?” The lady spoke with a regal tone as she tapped her warm hand against mine. Tilting her head enough to read the name tag “Mary”, pinned to the blue double-breasted suit jacket that flashed her cleavage with a “sultry” peek-a-boo of the red lace bra. Her curly brown locks with heavy blonde highlights, nodded firmly as she quickly turned with those red tinted lips that was “so the wrong color” for her skin complexion. “She seemed “pleasant”.” Her soft chuckle made me feel at ease as I scrolled through my acceptance letter for the International School of Fine Arts in London with full scholarship. “More condescending than pleasant.” Laughing lightly as her eyes flashed with a beautiful hue of jade, gazing down at my laptop with a perked brow. “I’m Elicia by the way.” Holding my hand out to shake as her slender fingers, cupped my hand between hers with a gentle embrace like a polite southern greeting between two dear friends. “Eve Arkas.” She smiled softly as her eyes studied my screen with a bright glint of excitement. Her soft facial features spoke care-free, a woman of wisdom. “Nice to meet you, Eve.” Smiling as the flight attendant returned with a whiskey on the rocks and a coke, smiling politely at the fake Mary as she went back to the gentleman in the front row. Smirking as Eve switched our drinks, slipping me another coke from her bag as she motioned for me to drink the whiskey, while the flight attendant was busy flirting and chatting with the tailored suit gentleman with a man-bun of golden locks. Sighing heavily as the warm burn gently coated my throat, swirling darkly as it hit my empty stomach with a soothing burn of relaxation. “Thank you.” Whispering softly as she waved her hand softly at my remark, pointing to my laptop with a bright smile. “Fine Arts. What area?” She smiled brightly, sipping her coke as the ice clinked hollowly against the cheap glass. “Oh, Dance and Music.” Looking back at my screen, studying the information provided for check-in, housing, and start date, wanting to make sure I had everything in order before landing in London. “Dance and Music, what a unique combination. What do you play?” Her voice held a certain calm, and gentleness that made me want to laydown in her lap and let those slender fingers brush gently through my purple and blue ombre locks that hung in gentle waves past my shoulders. “Piano and everything else. I always had a natural gift to learn, and music was my “safe zone”.” Smiling softly at those jade eyes as she nodded in a soft agreement. “It’s always good to have a “safe zone” but why would a beautiful young lady like you, need a “safe zone”?” Her question hit hard, debating if I should share my story with a stranger or just keep it simple. F**k it! New Life, New me. “I was abandoned outside a firehouse in DeWalt Texas and placed in the care of a local orphanage as an infant.” Looking out the window as the sun’s golden rays, illuminated the cotton ball field of white puffy clouds as Eve’s warm hand gently rubbed along my forearm. Closing my eyes as her warmth stirred something deep within, feeling the hot prickles at the corners of my eyes as tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. “Oh, Sweet Girl! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eve gasped softly as she reached into her purple leather Chanel purse, retrieving a soft ivory handkerchief with delicate embroidery of “EVE” stitched in a dusty blue scriptwriting along the corner. Waving my hand as she patted at my puffy cheeks, nodding “Thank you” as she leaned back, hissing lowly as the flight attendant increased her flirting with an obnoxious laugh that sounded more like a dying cow. “I’m sorry, it’s just my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be on this flight with me but here “I am”, alone.” Sighing heavily, closing my laptop as my ear buds blinked “ready”, looking up at the soft illumination of the cabin trying to settle the mess of emotions that swirled dangerously in my consciousness. Abandoned again. “It sounds like he hurt you badly.” Eve sipped her coke, side glancing me as my body went rigid at her words. How the “Hell” could she tell? Was she some kind of “Psychic”? Side-glancing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, smirking at the fact I was not the only passenger that found the flight attendant “Mary” desperate for attention annoying. “Relax. People don’t realize they wear their emotions so openly; plus, the tone you speak of “him” is less than pleasant.” Her smile tilted as she leaned back gracefully with her fingers laced delicately across her lap. “Yeah.” Replying shortly, leaning back into the cool leather seat as images of Bain and Krystal flooded my thoughts, feeling a strange swirling heat creep along my body. Miss Clay, the head mistress of the “Guiding Light Orphanage” allowed me to move out at sixteen because I was academically stable, and she knew living in a small-town orphanage was no place for a “Talented Soul” as she referred to my love of the fine arts. So, the little studio apartment above the garage became my “home” for the next two years. Bain was a drummer, funny, well-built with dark sandy locks that highlighted his natural amber eyes. He was the classic “Bad Boy”, so I was always getting an ear-full whenever Miss Clay saw him over at the apartment. Rolling my eyes at the fact she was right that entire time. It was weird, the whole time we went to school he never even acknowledged my existence, until the summer of Senior year. I was in the school auditorium, playing “Clair De Lune” on the baby grand that stayed hidden in the stage left access. The tight twang of the cords as they reverberated off the tri-level tiers, sang tenderly to my heart as a shadow sat silently in the third level balcony. Scaring the shit out of me as I covered the baby grand with the black velvet sheet, clapping with that smug smirk that made his dimples pop cutely. Kick-starting the rollercoaster of our relationship for the remaining Senior year, deciding to surprise him after graduation with an International trip to explore the history of Fine Arts abroad. He always made me feel “special” so expect my f**king surprise, when I stood in the doorway of my apartment, listening to the sickening moans of Krystal as her legs wrapped tightly around Bain’s thrusting hips. Swallowing the bile that crept up angerly, turning quickly on my heel as the door slammed violently behind me. Hearing that “Bitch’s” voice call for Bain as he rushed after me in his ripped, stone washed jeans that I “F**king” bought for him with my “F**king” tips, working at the diner during the dinner rush. Gasping loudly as his hot, sweaty palm gripped my bicep turning me around to face his flushed, sweaty torso that glistened against the hot Texas sun. Thanks to his cardio with that slut in my bed, in my apartment. Slapping him forcefully before any words could leave his mouth. “Enjoy.” Was all I said as the “Lyft” driver pulled-up in a metallic blue Jeep wrangler, quickly getting in with my duffle bag clinched tightly to my chest, tossing my hiking bag to the side. “Elicia, open the f**king door.” Bain commanded as his hot palm, tapped on the tinted window with a ghostly outline of steam as the Texas heat evaporated the sweat from his palm on touch. “Houston Airport, please.” Speaking softly as the tears finally broke past the barrier, watching as Bain ran along the sidewalk, holding up his jeans as they drifted down those muscular hips that always drove me wild. Thank the “Gods” I managed to keep my virginity, but I still sinned. “There’s bottled water in the back.” The driver spoke softly as he navigated the highway traffic, taking me to the airport to start the next chapter of my life without Bain. I was stupid not listening to Miss Clay and the others, warning me about Bain and his past. Krystal was his girlfriend before we got together, knowing “full-well” she had cheated on him with a friend only made it sourer. “Elicia?” Eve’s soft voice broke me from my treacherous thoughts as her warm hand, smoothed out the strange tingling that seemed to have intensified while I thought back on Bain and his betrayal. “You’re better off. Besides, you are young, beautiful, and who knows what London holds for you in the future. Enjoy it.” She smiled brightly with a playful shrug of her shoulder. “Beautiful is pushing it.” Laughing lightly as the short blonde haired flight attendant, carted our complimentary meals around with a flamboyant smile that radiated his joyful personality. I could eat that “all” up. OH MY GOD! Elicia, you deserve a better guy! Get yourself together. The Watchmen Elicia: “Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur. “Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware. “And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky. “I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green. “Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said. “Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric. “Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum. Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue. Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly. “Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr. His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest. “How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin. “I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer. “Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming. “Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun. “Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink. “Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist. “Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing. ~~ “Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh. Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes. “OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses. “Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust. “What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness. “Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat. I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men. No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”. Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark. I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body. ~~ Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London. “Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips. I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders. “DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers. If only he was not “Gay”. Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones. “Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof. “I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life. And I thought American drivers were crazy. Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front. Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin. How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully. Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing. “I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies. “London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command. “Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka. “Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze. Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist. The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat. “I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity. Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted. Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short. “Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name. “Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine. Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down. Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly! An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year. Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors. Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka. Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes. Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar. “Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat. Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh. “Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips. “Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other. “The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria. 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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | ❤️Click To Read More👉 | In a "F**king Plane"! No amount of alcohol could subdue the violent swirling that wreaked havoc on my insides as the Boeing 747, jutted violently from the runway saying “Goodbye” to Texas. White knuckled, panting erratically as the massive metal cylinder on steroids, climbed high into the cloudy blue horizon as Houston became nothing but a distant memory. Finally, hearing the mechanical ding signaling we could resume our normal air-traveling activities. Grabbing my ear buds, while switching my Samsung over to my music playlist as my laptop fired to life with its majestic background screen of the Supernatural Zodiac. I know… I am a dork but something about the supernatural always drew my attention, wondering what it would be like to shift into a creature regardless of what it was. Keep Dreaming Elicia. “Are you okay, sweety?” The well-aged woman with soft jade eyes and creamy ivory-tanned skin, smiled softly as she tapped my white knuckles with her slender finger. “Yes, for now. I’m not a big fan of planes.” Laughing nervously as the soft, gray leather captain’s chair embraced my trembling body that was a last-minute change from coach. Why not fly comfortably? “I could tell by that “Death Grip” you had on that poor armrest. Would you like a drink?” She smiled softly as her soft floral fragrance graced my nostrils, recognizing the “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor that the head mistress of the orphanage wore like a second layer of clothing. “I’m only nineteen.” I whispered to her softly, noticing how the royal blue silk blouse draped delicately over her slender frame like a dancer’s physique. “Shush. Our little secret.” She motioned to the flight attendant working the First-class cabin, watching as the middle-aged woman brushed her hand delicately down the forearm of a gentleman as she approached with a condescending smile. “Umm…Mary. Could I get a whiskey on the rocks and a coke for this young lady?” The lady spoke with a regal tone as she tapped her warm hand against mine. Tilting her head enough to read the name tag “Mary”, pinned to the blue double-breasted suit jacket that flashed her cleavage with a “sultry” peek-a-boo of the red lace bra. Her curly brown locks with heavy blonde highlights, nodded firmly as she quickly turned with those red tinted lips that was “so the wrong color” for her skin complexion. “She seemed “pleasant”.” Her soft chuckle made me feel at ease as I scrolled through my acceptance letter for the International School of Fine Arts in London with full scholarship. “More condescending than pleasant.” Laughing lightly as her eyes flashed with a beautiful hue of jade, gazing down at my laptop with a perked brow. “I’m Elicia by the way.” Holding my hand out to shake as her slender fingers, cupped my hand between hers with a gentle embrace like a polite southern greeting between two dear friends. “Eve Arkas.” She smiled softly as her eyes studied my screen with a bright glint of excitement. Her soft facial features spoke care-free, a woman of wisdom. “Nice to meet you, Eve.” Smiling as the flight attendant returned with a whiskey on the rocks and a coke, smiling politely at the fake Mary as she went back to the gentleman in the front row. Smirking as Eve switched our drinks, slipping me another coke from her bag as she motioned for me to drink the whiskey, while the flight attendant was busy flirting and chatting with the tailored suit gentleman with a man-bun of golden locks. Sighing heavily as the warm burn gently coated my throat, swirling darkly as it hit my empty stomach with a soothing burn of relaxation. “Thank you.” Whispering softly as she waved her hand softly at my remark, pointing to my laptop with a bright smile. “Fine Arts. What area?” She smiled brightly, sipping her coke as the ice clinked hollowly against the cheap glass. “Oh, Dance and Music.” Looking back at my screen, studying the information provided for check-in, housing, and start date, wanting to make sure I had everything in order before landing in London. “Dance and Music, what a unique combination. What do you play?” Her voice held a certain calm, and gentleness that made me want to laydown in her lap and let those slender fingers brush gently through my purple and blue ombre locks that hung in gentle waves past my shoulders. “Piano and everything else. I always had a natural gift to learn, and music was my “safe zone”.” Smiling softly at those jade eyes as she nodded in a soft agreement. “It’s always good to have a “safe zone” but why would a beautiful young lady like you, need a “safe zone”?” Her question hit hard, debating if I should share my story with a stranger or just keep it simple. F**k it! New Life, New me. “I was abandoned outside a firehouse in DeWalt Texas and placed in the care of a local orphanage as an infant.” Looking out the window as the sun’s golden rays, illuminated the cotton ball field of white puffy clouds as Eve’s warm hand gently rubbed along my forearm. Closing my eyes as her warmth stirred something deep within, feeling the hot prickles at the corners of my eyes as tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. “Oh, Sweet Girl! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eve gasped softly as she reached into her purple leather Chanel purse, retrieving a soft ivory handkerchief with delicate embroidery of “EVE” stitched in a dusty blue scriptwriting along the corner. Waving my hand as she patted at my puffy cheeks, nodding “Thank you” as she leaned back, hissing lowly as the flight attendant increased her flirting with an obnoxious laugh that sounded more like a dying cow. “I’m sorry, it’s just my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be on this flight with me but here “I am”, alone.” Sighing heavily, closing my laptop as my ear buds blinked “ready”, looking up at the soft illumination of the cabin trying to settle the mess of emotions that swirled dangerously in my consciousness. Abandoned again. “It sounds like he hurt you badly.” Eve sipped her coke, side glancing me as my body went rigid at her words. How the “Hell” could she tell? Was she some kind of “Psychic”? Side-glancing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, smirking at the fact I was not the only passenger that found the flight attendant “Mary” desperate for attention annoying. “Relax. People don’t realize they wear their emotions so openly; plus, the tone you speak of “him” is less than pleasant.” Her smile tilted as she leaned back gracefully with her fingers laced delicately across her lap. “Yeah.” Replying shortly, leaning back into the cool leather seat as images of Bain and Krystal flooded my thoughts, feeling a strange swirling heat creep along my body. Miss Clay, the head mistress of the “Guiding Light Orphanage” allowed me to move out at sixteen because I was academically stable, and she knew living in a small-town orphanage was no place for a “Talented Soul” as she referred to my love of the fine arts. So, the little studio apartment above the garage became my “home” for the next two years. Bain was a drummer, funny, well-built with dark sandy locks that highlighted his natural amber eyes. He was the classic “Bad Boy”, so I was always getting an ear-full whenever Miss Clay saw him over at the apartment. Rolling my eyes at the fact she was right that entire time. It was weird, the whole time we went to school he never even acknowledged my existence, until the summer of Senior year. I was in the school auditorium, playing “Clair De Lune” on the baby grand that stayed hidden in the stage left access. The tight twang of the cords as they reverberated off the tri-level tiers, sang tenderly to my heart as a shadow sat silently in the third level balcony. Scaring the shit out of me as I covered the baby grand with the black velvet sheet, clapping with that smug smirk that made his dimples pop cutely. Kick-starting the rollercoaster of our relationship for the remaining Senior year, deciding to surprise him after graduation with an International trip to explore the history of Fine Arts abroad. He always made me feel “special” so expect my f**king surprise, when I stood in the doorway of my apartment, listening to the sickening moans of Krystal as her legs wrapped tightly around Bain’s thrusting hips. Swallowing the bile that crept up angerly, turning quickly on my heel as the door slammed violently behind me. Hearing that “Bitch’s” voice call for Bain as he rushed after me in his ripped, stone washed jeans that I “F**king” bought for him with my “F**king” tips, working at the diner during the dinner rush. Gasping loudly as his hot, sweaty palm gripped my bicep turning me around to face his flushed, sweaty torso that glistened against the hot Texas sun. Thanks to his cardio with that slut in my bed, in my apartment. Slapping him forcefully before any words could leave his mouth. “Enjoy.” Was all I said as the “Lyft” driver pulled-up in a metallic blue Jeep wrangler, quickly getting in with my duffle bag clinched tightly to my chest, tossing my hiking bag to the side. “Elicia, open the f**king door.” Bain commanded as his hot palm, tapped on the tinted window with a ghostly outline of steam as the Texas heat evaporated the sweat from his palm on touch. “Houston Airport, please.” Speaking softly as the tears finally broke past the barrier, watching as Bain ran along the sidewalk, holding up his jeans as they drifted down those muscular hips that always drove me wild. Thank the “Gods” I managed to keep my virginity, but I still sinned. “There’s bottled water in the back.” The driver spoke softly as he navigated the highway traffic, taking me to the airport to start the next chapter of my life without Bain. I was stupid not listening to Miss Clay and the others, warning me about Bain and his past. Krystal was his girlfriend before we got together, knowing “full-well” she had cheated on him with a friend only made it sourer. “Elicia?” Eve’s soft voice broke me from my treacherous thoughts as her warm hand, smoothed out the strange tingling that seemed to have intensified while I thought back on Bain and his betrayal. “You’re better off. Besides, you are young, beautiful, and who knows what London holds for you in the future. Enjoy it.” She smiled brightly with a playful shrug of her shoulder. “Beautiful is pushing it.” Laughing lightly as the short blonde haired flight attendant, carted our complimentary meals around with a flamboyant smile that radiated his joyful personality. I could eat that “all” up. OH MY GOD! Elicia, you deserve a better guy! Get yourself together. The Watchmen Elicia: “Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur. “Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware. “And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky. “I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green. “Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said. “Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric. “Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum. Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue. Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly. “Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr. His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest. “How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin. “I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer. “Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming. “Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun. “Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink. “Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist. “Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing. ~~ “Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh. Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes. “OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses. “Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust. “What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness. “Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat. I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men. No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”. Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark. I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body. ~~ Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London. “Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips. I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders. “DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers. If only he was not “Gay”. Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones. “Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof. “I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life. And I thought American drivers were crazy. Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front. Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin. How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully. Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing. “I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies. “London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command. “Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka. “Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze. Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist. The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat. “I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity. Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted. Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short. “Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name. “Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine. Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down. Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly! An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year. Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors. Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka. Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes. Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar. “Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat. Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh. “Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips. “Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other. “The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria. 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