DAWN. I'm breathing hard. Too harder than I should normally be, and you can say it's for the fact that something is crushing me, pinning me too deeply into the bed or rather, should I say someone? Muscular, good-looking, obviously have the strength of a thousand men with his famous signature smirk and oh, let's not forget he's an asshole? Yup, that's him. Ryder fucking Smith! He's fucking crushing me and when I mean he's crushing me, I don't mean he's just crushing me, like his whole entire weight is on me. His entire fucking weight and the ludicrous position that we are in right now makes it so hard to get him off. How we made it into this position we are in right now is something that seriously baffles me, and I'm absolutely confused about. Like the last time, if I do remember clearly, we went to bed with me in his arms and when I mean in his arms, I mean with me hugging myself to his chest a

 DAWN. "Stop staring at me. " I groan, and he lets out a chuckle before finally deciding to get off the bed which he has been the whole time we have been awake. It's currently after ten, and I'm surprised I slept that much but with what happened earlier, I know that sleep is just what I needed. We woke up to a different position from what we slept off just like earlier but this time, he wasn't pinning me down with his weight. I was on him, my body sprawled across his with my head against his chest and our legs tangled. Trust me when I say I have no idea how the hell we woke up to be in that position. I've been trying to get him out of here ever since we woke up, so I'll be able to dress up freely without his eyes boring holes into my skin but being an asshole, he refused to listen and actually took his time laying against the headboard and watching me every damn minute. I ha

 DAWN."Sorry, who are you?"I ask the guy that's sitting casually on the couch. He stands up, giving me a tight smile. He looks just two or three years older than me, which means he must be in college. Even his dressing which is crazed jeans and a white shirt that clings tightly to his body shows that he isn't in any way old. After finally leaving Kira, we arrive to meet a car... A different one from the one we went in, in the compound, only to come in and meet this strange guy. How he entered is the thing that baffled me, that the door was locked before we left."Hi, you must be Dawn. "He smiles once again. He has a British accent that I can't help but admire as he walks closer to me, extending his hand forward for what I presume should be a handshake.I look at him awkwardly before politely following his offer and shaking his hand. His hand is cold against mine and for some weird reasons, h

 DAWN. "I'm glad you're getting the hang of it. Seems like you'll be better than me pretty soon. " Sinclair says as he looks through my work and I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. It's been a week and some days since he's been coaching me and I can proudly say that I really enjoy his teachings apart from the stares he keeps giving me which I'm glad has stopped a little over the days. Nine days since that might, and we haven't really be talking. I try my very best to avoid him, and it seems he isn't bothered about it either which is perfectly fine with me. It's almost two weeks since I've been here and the deal was for a month, so I'll be out of here before we even know it and then, we can go back to being complete strangers which is also alright with me. "Okay, so I'm just going to give you this to go through, so we can discuss it tomorrow. Your e

 RYDER. Her lips move fast against mine as I grip the back of her thighs, rubbing slowly and drawing circles around it before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her off the stool, she clings tightly to my body for dare life, so I don't drop her off and I would have laughed at her if I am not in a dire need for her. Even as she wraps her arms around my waist, bringing her chest flushed against mine and her tiny arms going around my neck, I still can't help but to ponder over the question that's been going on in my head for weeks. What is it about her? What is it about her that makes me want to hold on to her? What is it about her that makes me want to bring her close? What is it about her that's so fucking special? I just don't get it, what is it about Dawn Meek? The girl that's in my arms right now.  I pull back, pushing her body back to hit the wall, and she's staring at me. Her