Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

I watch in blurry vision as tears well up in my eyes with my hand over my mouth. What have I done? I should have known better… I do know better… The crippling pain of my heart being ripped out of my chest stiffens me into a shocked, naive woman. My eyes clash with the redhead as she slowly pries her eyelids open. “I don't do threesomes!” She says, ripping her lips away from Alessandros’ in a nasty tone. Alessandro turns around to face me, his stormy blue eyes narrow into thin slits, and he takes two steps forward before coming to a halt when the redhead places her hand on his arm, gesturing him to stop.

“But this got hard! It got hard, didn’t it?!” Red released her from the hug. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t have the strength. I couldn’t fight them.” She faced him. “You could, but because you’re promiscuous, you didn’t.” “Is that really what you think of me?” “Yes! What else could it be?” “Fine,” Red said. He grabbed Katleya. “I’m promiscuous, right?” “Let go of me! What the hell, Red?!” “No.”

His face flushes with red, but he doesn’t look mad or angry like he usually does by clenching his jaw and balling his fists. “No, Aaliyah that is not true at all.” He says calmly catching me off guard. I’m surprised he didn’t flip a table or anything about just being accused of cheating on his fiancé or more so on the idea that he’s dating his lawyer. He’s always surprising me. Now Aaliyah’s face turns beet red and I can hear her swallow hard beside me. The once excited body now sits still beside me. She knows she messed up. “Oh um, I…ah yeah just...um ignore that please.” Aaliyah says looking everywhere but at us.

The physical response his body had even though his mind was screaming at him to stop. 'I did that to him. I made him feel that way.' His eyes were red now, whether from shame or unshed tears, I couldn't tell. "I feel so ashamed, Kelly. I'm so sorry. And I'm not going to hide it or pretend. I am attracted to Sexy Red. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because of the mystery, maybe because I don't really know who she is. I've always felt drawn to her in ways I don't fully understand."

Shit … that word again. She’s already tugging at the knot on my apron, and I’m clumsy in my rush to match her. Fabric drops to the floor in a dark heap. I yank the band from her hair, and it falls in a spill of soft, copper curls over her shoulders. For a second, I forget how to breathe. What is it about redheads? My fingers fumble with the zipper of her pants, dragging them down with her underwear in one swift motion. She chuckles — a low, wicked sound that slides under my skin and detonates in my chest.

Heat rises in my cheeks, making me lower my head. “I… I kinda like you, but… I just got out of a terrible relationship and I’m still kind of nursing my heart and not looking to…date.” I explain, feeling my face flame up even harder. Why do I feel ashamed when I’m the one that was wronged? Marcus and Nora are the ones who should feel ashamed. Not me. Finn brushes his knuckles against my cheeks softly. “I’ll be patient for as long as it takes. I’m here for you, Rhea. Never forget that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Aliyah shook her head in surprise, “I can't believe Miss Sanders is that desperate.” Juliet smiled, “Well, why wouldn't she be.” She turned to Red and proudly without shame said, “Have you seen my man?” “Oh please.” Romero hissed seeing the stupid smile on Red's face, Aliyah elbowed him in his stomach, shooting him a pointed look. “Sorry.” He mouthed. Red laughed, pulled his tongue out at his best friend before he raised both his hands and flexed his muscles which reflected greatly under his sleeves, Juliet roared in laughter falling on him.

A noticeable glow that wasn’t there before is now evident. The redhead waves at Liam as she saunters down the hallway, fluffing her hair. Liam bites his bottom lip as he watches her. He looks just as disheveled as the redhead. Not only is his hair a mess, but the forest green tie around his neck hangs loosely, and the top three buttons on his shirt are undone. But what makes me see red is the belt hanging loosely around his waist, and his unbuttoned trousers. Oh, this motherfucker….

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."

urged Fred as he saw her hesitation. "Oh, sorry. Of course," she relented. This wasn't about real sex after all. This was merely a sales demonstration. The sexy, obliging redhead knelt down on her hands and knees between the two older men. Mr Sharma kneeling down behind her as Fred moved \ in front of her, feeding his eager erection straight back into her warm and agreeable mouth.