DariaAfter I've drenched the blonde girl's hair in vodka, I take a step back to observe the damage I've done. She is fuming, glaring at me with those painstakingly beautiful eyes.Funny how her hair is blonde and angelic, yet she resembles something fallen, like a demon, more than she does an angel. Her eyelashes are glued together, not framing her eyes any longer, and her hair is sticking to her makeup-smeared cheeks. Black lines are running down the sides of her face, bringing life to the bitter blue in her irises.She is beautiful on the outside, but the same can't be said for her soul."Do you know what you've just done?!" She is yelling at me in this cruel voice with her eyes sparkling flames of war. "You've given me a perfect reason to have you fired! You're such a useless and ugly waitress! And the irony of you calling me a bitch is uncanny! You're shit in my eyes, do you hear me?! Absolute dog shit!"Tears are prickling behind my eyelids,

WilderI'm in complete shambles when I get home, shaking as I'm thoughtlessly removing my clothes in the shower. I forgot to take them off before entering the stream, and now hot water is pouring over me, raining over my shoulders yet doing nothing to remove the tingles, the remembrance of Daria's lips on my skin.My heart is beating like I've spent the entire day at the gym when, in reality, all it took to set my body on fire was a woman.I change the temperature to cold, hissing with my eyes closed as the streams hit my flushed cheeks."Daria Withers..." Her mere name on my tongue wrecks me and sends me down memory lane.I'm assaulted by flashing images of Daria's emerald eyes, creamy skin, and perfect, pink nipples standing on full mast against my tongue. My knees buckle, and I'm forced to stretch out an arm and lean against the tiles not to tipple over. I'm already wrapped around that woman's finger, and she probably doesn't even realize it yet

DariaLoud banging sounds from my door, waking me up from my slumber with drool still slipping down my chin. My dark hair is a bird's nest on top of my head, and one eyelid is stuck close as I make it to the door like a zombie, only wearing an oversized t-shirt."Daria?" Wilder's voice cuts through my morning confusion after I've unlocked the door. "I'm coming in!"I step back, and by the time the door opens, I'm so nervous and unsure of how to behave that I freeze. The epitome of male beauty steps inside my humble home, glancing around until landing on me.Wilder tilts his head back to see me better and comes inside without withdrawing from our interlocked gaze. Despite his otherwise gym-rat appearance, he is wearing a business suit this morning and looks rather formal and collected in it."Good morning," A half-smile, one that isn't sure how to greet me, takes the toll on his lips."Morning," I fold my arms underneath my chest, hoping it w

Wilder Never once in my life have I painted a room. Now I'm wearing cheap clothes we found at a second-hand shop, rolling out grey paint on Daria's wall while music comes out through an old stereo we found. "Okay, so you paint the top half of the wall, and I focus on everything close to the floor because I'm shorter than you." I flash her a grin. "Shortie." Daria reaches out her arm, streaking a grey line on my arm, causing me to snort-laugh. "Oh, you've done it now!" I assault her, squeezing her to my body with both my arms while she laughs in panic. I'm stronger than her, effortlessly holding her while using the roller to paint her front grey. I lean my chin against the top of her head, relishing the scent of her shampoo as I torture her. "Ah, you will look so pretty with some more paint!" Daria howls at me, laughing so much that she is vibrating and flailing like a fish out of water. My heart swells inside my chest. Seeing her cheek

Wilder"Uh, devour me, huh?" Daria swallows thickly, watching me intently through hooded eyes. She is eating me up with her sheer gaze, roaming her eyes over my body, but trying to hide it by feigning innocence. If I could, I would snap a picture of her face, keep it on my wall to annoy her and point at it whenever she claims my appearance doesn't affect her."What?" I ask, amused by her shy demeanor. "Isn't that allowed?"I'm standing on the floor, stretching to crack my shoulders. A light pink color has seeped into Daria's cheeks, giving her an ethereal glow that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Little Wilder loves the attention she is giving me.I'm so lost in her.Daria is checking me out like so many have women have done before her, yet something is different. I'm attracted to her too, which is incredibly rare. Our chemistry is unimaginable, and my chest pangs with need every time she flicks her eyes my way.I've spent all day trying t