2 years later...
My head is pounding, I really need to stop this. Clubbing, drinking, hooking up and being hungover. The last part really sucks. I've fallen into this routine shortly after I mastered my flame, falling in love is way to painful and I don't want to do it again. I sit up, making sure that I keep my bare chest covered with the white sheet. I look over at the built dark haired guy that lies next to me, the sheets covering him from the waist down. Not bad, I think to myself, not bad at all.
He takes a seat across from mine. Looking me in the eyes as he introduces himself which is a feat that not many can accomplish, they either look at my cleavage or their feet. "I'm Scott Branson," he introduces himself with a friendly smile. "I already know who you are," he adds when he sees I'm about to introduce myself. "Raven Black, powerful, intelligent and if you don't mind me saying gorgeous." I can't help the blush that creeps up me neck. Flattery will get you everywhere. Not that I Jude a book by its cover but his charming smile and respectful eye contact has me swooning,"So what expe
I'm standing outside my apartment in a red dress that hugs my waist and flows freely to my feet with cream colored heels. I have silver hoop earring handing from my ears and a silver choker adorning my neck. My hair flows around my face in gentle curls. Scott is in a mouth watering black suit as he jumps out of a black Mercedes with freshly polished back shoes. Cars aren't often seen around these narrow streets and dark alley ways so I'm impressed. He walks around to the passenger door and opens it with a cheesy bow. That mess me chuckle and swoon at the same time, if that's even possible."M
"Will you go get us gals some shots," Jen asks as she bats her eyes at her boyfriend Max, "sure babe, come on bro, let's get the girls some shots," he and Scott go to the bar as I chat with Jen. Scott and Max are best friends and Jen is Max's girlfriend. We often hang out all four of us at the 'Sapphire club'. Imet Jen through Scott but she is probably the closest thing I've ever had to having a girl bestfriend. I never really got on with most girls, I don't know why."So how's the nest going?" Jen asks as she fiddle with a napkin, tearing a little piece of the corner. That girl can nev
I lean my head against the tiled, steamed shower wall as the warm water cascades through my hair and down my body, the water is scorching but thanks to my flame I can't feel it and it doesn't affect my skin. I block out the sounds of the world and focus on the drops of the shower that pelt and massage my skinSuddenly I hear a screech. "What the hell Raven, why is the shower so fricken hot." I don't answer as he pulls my back against him so we both fit under the stream. Thankfully he's kept his boxers on but I'm completely naked and exposed. We've been naked around each other plenty times but
I walk into the Dining room as my deep blue dress flows around me. This is the dress that Scott picked out for me so it's the dress I'm wearing. Even if it is extremely revealing, I don't feel like upsetting him again. It has a deep v neckline that plunges all the way to my belly button, revealing the sides of my breasts.The leg slit goes all the way up to my hip, thankfully only on one side. And the back is completely bare until the top of my butt. I wore 6 inch white heels to match. "Take a seat Babe," Scott says as he comes in behind me, pulling out my chair. "You look absolutely delectab
I remain in bed, pretending to sleep until Scott gets up and leaves. "I have a meeting with the prince babe, oh and by the way, I broke the mirror. I'll get us another one soon." he says as he kisses my 'sleeping' figure. "Don't get up to any mischief while I'm gone, I wouldn't want to hurt you Raven." He adds as he adjusts his tie and leaves the bedroom. Thank goodness he is gone.Only when the front door slams shut do I sit up from bed and rub my teary eyes. I feel weak when I'm with him but weaker without him. I can't explain it. Its almost like he has my energy and when he goes it leaves
I wake up to my phone buzzing.Unknown: hey, it's JasonMe: we need to keep our messages to a minimumJason: dealMe: I've gotta go, Scott is comingI text hastily as I hear Scott's footprints coming back into the bedroom.
I wake up the next morning with a heavy arm draped over my waist and putrid breath fanning my neck. To be fair most morning breath is putrid but his rotten personality seems to make it that much worse. I don't remeber him coming to bed but iguess that's a good thing. I try and wriggle out of bed but that only makes his arm tighten and he drapes his leg over my thigh. I'm pretty sure he is not asleep but what difference does it make?Well this sucks. I try to distract myself. I think back to my first kiss with Jason. His hands on my waist and my hands in his hair, his tongue exploring the crev