CHANCE | ✔

5| Chance

We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand. 
— Randy Pausch 

Fescennine 
(adj.) lewd or obscene 

Monday — September 4, 2023 

A sharp blow from her heel slams into my shin, momentarily catching me off guard. 

"Fucking bitch." The words escape my lips through gritted teeth. My grip around her throat tightens just as hard as I press my eyes shut, cursing and waiting for the pain to subside. 

To what extent my grip tightens, I don't know, but a series of gasps and wheezes make me realize that I might just have almost snapped her windpipe in half. 

I release my hold on her and throw her forward. 

She hits the granite slab with rugged force and coughs, dry-heaving over the sink with her palms flat on the countertop. And then she turns to look at me with rage simmering in her eyes. 

"Do you have a legitimate personality disorder or is attempting to murder people just another one of your pastimes?" 

The lights overhead fall upon her moist eyes. Defiance burns in them without a question. The corners of my lips threaten to curl into a smirk. 

"Option B sounds more likely." 

She scoffs. "You know, most narcissists don't know they're narcissists. You should meet with a therapist." 

Two feet's distance separates the two of us. 

"I'll pass." I take a step forward and lift a hand to wrap a strand of her hair around my index. Her grip on the edge of the countertop tightens. "But psychological advice isn't what I came here for." 

"Shocker." 

The corners of my lips twitch again. I half-expect her to swat my hand away. 

Her emerald orbs reflect the white lights; two lost gems glimmering in the depths of a forest. 

They are gorgeous. 

As soon as my brain registers the thought, I curl my other hand into a fist to keep myself from landing a slap on my face. 

She is throwing me off track.  

"What I came here for," All playfulness from my expression dies. "Was this." I untangle my finger from her hair and let my thumb run over her lips, smearing parts of her lip gloss over my thumb. I can see the pulse in her jaw throbbing. 

"A kiss?" She raises an eyebrow. My lips twitch again and this time I let them. "Your ego must really be on the brink of existence if you decided to approach me of all people." 

"Funny." I state, "But no. Not quite." 

For a second she says nothing and just stares at me with those criminally green eyes. 

I take advantage of that second and shove her to the ground on her knees, grinning when a cry escapes her lips. So very fragile. So very weak. 

Her lips curled into a snarl. 

"Get your fucking hands off me, Chance." Shit, my girl's got fire. 

I ignore her comment.  

"I'm going to fuck your mouth," I start, "And you," I hold her in place as her knees dig into the floor, slapping away her hands when she tries to push me off her, "Are going to suck me off like an obedient little whore, got it?"