Novel & Cerita Red Head On Shameless

blazed red with bitter irony. In the photo, he looked so upright. But who would guess that underneath that mask of righteousness hid a heart so rotten? The sky grew darker, and streetlights flickered on. Dragging my legs that felt as if they were weighted with lead, I finally reached the entrance of our apartment complex. I swiped my card. The gate alarm beeped, flashing red. Harvey really had changed everything. Even my access to the compound had been revoked. Matt Shepard, the security guard, poked his head out of the security booth, a troubled look on his face.

I want all that hard work to be worth it. I'm in a fairly short sequin dress. I've been practicing in the pole the whole week and I'm not a perfect pole dancer but I'm definitely an okay dancer. I twirl around it, my eyes on his whenever I face him. He has a drink in his hand which he occasionally raises to his lips. I twirl around the pole, keeping my smile playful and seductive. I hope it masks the anger I feel toward him but then again, there's no anger in this room. I'm Red, and she does her job.

My defiant green ones to his pale blue ones. “Don't get smart with me, redhead. I might be tempted to punish you, just like your master likes. Is your ass still sore?” My entire face turns red with shame. He continues cruelly, enjoying my obvious discomfort, “Rather, is your pussy still sore?” “You bastard.” Humiliation colors my tone. I don't even bother to wonder how he knows about that. Trevoh laughs, “Nile is a pervert. Steals a girl from the hospital, locks her up in his house for his own debased interests. I am sure you would want to teach him a lesson for violating you like that.”

I slip my contact lenses out of my eyes, without a mirror, and place them on the table, like she ordered. I close my eyes and feel my bones cracking, my body reforming, and my clothes ripping. When I open my eyes again, the first thing I see is a look of pure shock on her face. I cant make out why she's so shocked... Grey wolves aren't that rare or anything... A few seconds later, Prince Shithead barges in, panting heavily. He's only clothed in a pair of sweatpants, baring his gorgeous toned upper body that Grace was swooning over.

But I didn't want to know the details. Then after I shared a flute of champagne with the ladies, Shelly appeared at the party. Her red hair was loose over her exposed shoulders. The black sequin dress wrapped her curves in perfection, accentuating the rich abundance of flesh she had, and she looked as beautiful as she looked in business attire. My jaw ticked, and blood rushed through my veins. I was thankful that it was just us ladies in the club and not our men. Otherwise, my heart would be burning in the wildfire. Her lips twisted in that knowing sly grin as if she could smell my jealousy in the air.

Before I could reply, he leaned in—and a light sting bloomed on my cheek. He'd actually done it. … Scowling, I thumped his chest once and hurried into the bathroom. The spotless mirror showed my reflection clearly. On my left cheek was a faint red mark—not painful, but unmistakable. I gritted my teeth in frustration. Samuel chuckled from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't be upset. I just don't like it when your eyes follow him. It makes me jealous." Looking at his half-serious, half-playful pout, my heart softened.

Micah laughs while Lilly and Red look at me in question. I shake my head and they go back to their conversation. “Don’t fucking say such things about my mate, fucker” I say. My hands balled into a fist. “What? It was just an observation. She’s gorgeous, all that fiery red hair. Is she as feisty?” he asks almost dreamily. “I hear red heads usually are” I don’t realize when I bang my hand on the table making the drinks spill. Fang was threatening to come out and I was tempted to let him.

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."

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"