Chapter 1

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This is basically Ultraviolence.

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{Lana's POV}

I hurried around the room cleaning things up and straightening things so that everything would be clean and perfect. I wouldn't want to upset him.

I heard his keys jingle as they unlocked the door. I straightened my shirt and wiped a bit of sweat off of my forehead. As the door opened I spotted a piece of paper on the ground.

My heart sank.

I rushed toward the desk where the paper had fallen just as he opened the door.

"I'm home." I heard his deep voice behind me and I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the hell are you doing DN?" He sounded angry. I closed my eyes as I heard his footsteps nearing. "I asked you a question." He demands.

"I just...I..." Before I can finish I feel his hand firmly grip my arm and yank me back, spinning me around to look him dead in the eyes. He grips my arm tighter and i close my eyes to blink away the tears. He glances down to where the paper was. He releases me and picks it up.

"Why were you going through my work stuff?" He asks quietly.

"I...I wasn't I just...it had fallen and..." Before I could finish he ferociously balled the paper up and threw it as hard as he could at me. It whizzes past my face, cutting it on the way. I lift my fingers to my face and feel the warmth from the blood. Tears burn in my eyes begging to come out.

"I said if I came home and everything wasn't perfect there would be consequences. We have GUESTS coming over tonight. Does that mean nothing to you!?" He yells at me backing me into a corner. "I'll deal with you later." He says with a huff as he turns and walks toward the bedroom to get ready before company comes.

I walk toward the kitchen and grab a towel. I press it against my face and let the tears roll slowly down my cheeks.

"Start dinner DN." I hear Jim yell from the bedroom. I take the towel away from my face and see a huge red stain from the blood. I wipe my tears and do as I am told.
I don't want to cause anymore trouble.

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The doorbell rings.

"We don't have all night DN! answer the door." Jim yells at me. I scramble towards the door and I feel my dress riding up in the back I pull it down as I open the door.

"Elizabeth!" Mariah embraces me as the door opens more. I hug her tight, wondering if I'll get in trouble with Jim for it.

"Hello Elizabeth." Jim's friends Weston walks toward me. I've always been secretly fond of Weston and I think he has secretly been fond of me too.

"Hi Wes." I say as he hugs me. I feel his muscular chest as he squeezes me. His fingertips brush the small of my back and I bite my lip.

"Ahem.." I hear Jim cough from behind me. I quickly let go of Wes and as soon as my hand is by my side I feel Jim pull me closer to him with his hand around my waist. I almost stumble from how aggressively he pulls me.

"Baby girl why don't you get the food out of the oven?" He says. I know he is jealous because he only calls me baby girl when he is jealous. I can't help but feel special because of this. Important even.

"Of course." I smile at him and bite my lip to tease him a little. He can't stand when I tease him.

I walk into the kitchen and open the oven. I hear voices in the other room as I uncover the pan. Then quiet.

I turn around and see Jim walking towards me fast. His lips crash into mine and his tongue enters my mouth. He pushes me up against the kitchen counter and kisses my neck. I drop the tinfoil cover I was holding.

"Oh....fuck...... oh.....Jim we have guests..." I say in between moans

"I sent them to the living room for coffee." He whispers then continues to kiss me.

I don't want to get in trouble for refusing him so I just go with it.

His hand moves slowly up my leg and under my dress. I gasp as his fingers brush my inner thigh.

"J-jim...I....w-we shouldn't..." I am shut up by his lips crashing into mine once again. His fingertips tease me and I moan in his mouth.

"Jim this coffee is just SO wonderful! I must have more! But you've run out!" I hear Weston's voice getting closer to the kitchen.

Jim quickly let's go of me and runs to the sink and picks up a pot and starts to pretend to wash it. I flatten my hair and bend over to pick up the tinfoil off the ground. I put it back on the table just in time for Wes to walk in the kitchen.

"Ah! Yes...I'll...I'll get you more of that." Jim says, walking toward the cabinet with coffee.

I lean over the hot pan just to feel the steam from the food on my face. I close my eyes

That was fucking close.

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