The Man With A Façade

It has been a week since I have last seen Raven. My body has not forgotten the craving that I feel for her, the absolute desire. I know her body desires me, but that mind that always gets in the way soon pushes me aside. Who would have thought that her stubbornness runs so deep?

My irritation has grown past a level that I cannot handle. So much to my own very annoyance, I find myself staring at the dance floor as I have done so for the past week. Then a few moments later, I see her coming through the door with another man on her arms. I will rip this man apart if he so much as lays his lips on her. But then again, I do not have the right.

Yet, the way she carries herself as she walks onto that dance floor in those goddamn stilettos drives me insane every time. Deep red, why did she decide to deep red today? Why does she do this to me every time I need to stay mad?

Mason only but looks at me with an amused smile on his godawful face, “Hunter, you are going pop