LOGIN"I am not a good person. I'm not who Atlas ends up with. It's just a fact of life. The good guy ends up with someone good, the hero with the heroine, and the villain is left to die." Or rot in jail, as it is in my case. "And I'm not the hero of this story, Eli. I'm the villain. And the villain never gets a happy ending." Lavender is a stripper with a dark past. A year ago, she ran away from her abusive husband and changed her identity. She thought she was finally able to start over, when her husband finds her and demands that she goes back to him. However, before he can take her back, he is shot in the head by a mysterious stranger with mismatched eyes. Lavender runs away, knowing the cops are going to frame her for the murder. Still, she decides to learn how to protect herself in case the stranger ever finds her, but finds herself getting close to her annoying and overly enthusiastic self-defense teacher, despite knowing that he would hate her when he found out the truth about her.
View MoreWhen I wake up, my head is killing me.I groan, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and attempt to roll into a ball, only to find that I’m unable to do so, because of a heavy weight pressing down on me. I feel nauseous for a second, but not sick. I’ve already completely emptied out my stomach last night.I open my eyes microscopically and see a tanned chest directly in front of me.Oh, god.Slowly, I take in deep breaths and let them out so I don’t start hyperventilating. I’m cuddling with Atlas. I’m cuddling with Atlas. I’m cuddling with Atlas.How did this happen?Oh, I hope he’s asleep. I squeeze my eyes shut and start gently pulling my legs away from underneath him, but he stirs and I freeze, praying to God that he doesn’t wake up.He hums and repositions himself, almost crushing me. I groan and he slowly opens his eyes as I curse to God. Of course he didn’t listen.I barely dare to breathe as I wait for Atlas to lay his eyes on me, and when he does, his dark curly hair is ruffled in a
I gently put my hand on top of the hand he has on my waist, and I slowly trace my fingers over it, then lift it off my waist. To the beat of the music, I turn around so that my back is to his front and I put my hands on his thighs, then slowly trail them down his legs as I slowly squat. I could swear I felt his leg twitch, and I smirk, standing up and turning around.I put my hands on his chest, pushing him backwards and down into a sofa, then climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. I throw my hair on one side and grab his hair, pulling his head backwards and exposing his throat. His lips part and his tongue darts out, wetting them and my eyes focus on them, as I gulp. Subconsciously I feel his hands as they grab on to my hips. “Holy shit. What are you, a stripper or something?” He asks quietly and my nausea intensifies. For a second, he looks like he’s not joking.“Oh, fuck! Go get a room, guys, this is public space!” I hear Jack’s voice shout over the sound of the music, and I
Few things in my life gave me as much pleasure as watching James’ expression as he realizes he’s not getting rid of me after all. Eli sat down next to me and we explained our situation to the confused men around us.“We grew up together because we were both at the same orphanage back in California. I and she never got along because I was afraid of her.” Eli explains. “I was really fat when I was a child so I got bullied a lot.”“He really was, the kids were so mean to him.” I add, shaking my head.“Yes. Well there was this group of kids that just straight up hated everyone. L-Marissa was their friend for some time. But then one time, it was Friday, we got this big cake. It was really big and we each got a piece to eat, but there was still loads of it left, so they wanted me to eat the rest. I was really full, but they said that if I didn’t eat the whole cake they would rip apart Benji, my teddy bear. So I tried to eat it.”I huff in anger. “He got down four pieces then started to cry
“Eli.” I blurt out, trying to stop him, then frantically try to think of something to say. “It’s Marissa, do you remember me?”I can see how confused he is by the way his parted mouth closes slightly and he quickly looks around the room.Oh, please, Eli, you’re smart, go along with me. James looks just as confused but in a much less cute way.“Marissa. Yes.” Eli finally stutters and tilts his head to the side a little. Awkward silence has spread around the room. I clear my throat. “H-How have you been?”It takes almost a minute for him to reply. “I – Well.” He takes a breath. “Would you mind stepping outside with me for a second?”“Yes, of course.” I stammer and grab my jacket. James grabs Eli’s arm and looks at him, unhappy, but he reassures him. “It’s okay, I know her.”I make it a point not to look at James as I pass him by and follow Eli outside. When I close the door, he jumps at me and wraps his arms around me and I feel tears run down my eyes. “Eli. Oh, my God. Is it really you
Like a child, I stomp outside, completely dark now except for the streetlights and quickly make my way towards the car. "What a fucking bitch! I hate her so much!" I breathe through clenched teeth. "She didn't have to do that! I go out once in the last hundred years and she doesn't let me pass thro
I sigh. “I don’t really-“ I start to say, but the way she’s looking at me gets to me. So I step in and close the door behind me.I help her stand up, put down the toilet seat, and sit her on it. “Why are you crying?”“I don’t want to do this.” She sniffles.“Is this your first night?”She wipes her
“Don’t be a child, c’mon.” he holds out his hand, and I look at it and then at his face.“No. I’m going to fall on my face.”“I promise that you won’t. I’ll throw myself under you if I see you’re falling, okay?”I debate about it for a few moments. God, I’m going to have to hold on to him all the t
“So, how have you been feeling since the last time we saw each other?”“Like shit.”“Have you been taking your medication?”“Yes.”She jots something down, and I sigh, picking up on the black goo behind my nails. I need to manicure them. The atmosphere in the office is relaxed. This is not the firs






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