13th September, Saturday, 12:26 am, 2028
With one hand digging into my waist, the other holding onto my neck and teeth tugging restlessly at my bottom lip, I felt like I was in heaven.
It had all happened in a flash honestly. One moment I was getting wasted with a few friends in a club when I caught a sharp gaze directed at me from right across the dance floor. She looked divine, red dress clinging onto her body shaping her curves perfectly, hazel eyes staring at me through her lashes as she sipped her drink, not once leaving my gaze. Her lips were the same colour as her dress, plump and inviting. The moment she gave me a signal, I didn’t hold back.
I wasn’t sure if I caught her name, too busy tugging at the sleeves of her dress as our lips moved in sync. I backed her towards the bed, not once pulling away from her, a small whimper left her lips the moment her knees touched the bed.
I pulled back from her just to search for any sign of hesitation in her eyes but I only saw pupils blown in lust. She pulled me back desperately, but instead of her intentions, I dived down, nipping and kissing the soft skin of her jaw. She muttered a curse as I started to move down to her neck, freeing the straps off her body simultaneously while she tugged at my pants.
I started to push the dress off her body as I kissed further below, her hands tugged at my hair, making me groan. Just as I started to kiss down her stomach, a shrill shriek left her lips making me frown.
“Oh my god!”
My eyes widened as I turned back to see a woman in the doorway, her jet-black hair sprawled over her shoulders, chocolate eyes round in embarrassment and horror. Her freckled skin held a pink tint at the sight in front of her and I watched her movements carefully as she covered her eyes. She seemed oddly familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before.
"Ever heard of knocking?" My partner hissed at the newcomer, dressing herself up hastily.
"Oh yeah? Ever heard of locks?" The woman retorted and I smiled in amusement.
"Feisty, huh? I honestly wouldn't mind a third." I proposed.
"Bridget!" Both the girls said in unison, their tones also similar being that of ridicule. I raised my hands in surrender as I completely focused on the new girl.
"Just a proposition. So, what brings you here, buttercup?" I questioned.
"You seriously don't recognize me, Bree?" She deadpanned while I squinted my eyes at her at the use of the nickname.
"Ok, honey now you're creeping me out with the nickname. Who the hell are you? And who let you in anyway?" I snapped and she rolled her eyes, fishing out an ID card from her black, bulky purse and shoving it in front of my face. “Also, your manager showed me the way. He said you won’t be busy, but obviously he was mistaken.” She replied coldly.
I silently cursed Ronan as he knew damn well I was indeed very busy. I glanced at the card which was of a journalist from Daily Daybreaks. I looked at the photo carefully and then back up at Aurelia, as I had learnt from the card who was looking at me expectantly.
"Journalist, huh? Wait, I think I recognize you. VMAs press con, right?' I snapped my fingers but her face only scrunched in confusion.
"Pardon me?" She replied.
"We fucked in the backrooms." I said, nonchalantly while she choked on air and stuttered out a reply.
"What? No!"
"Grammy after party?" I shot back.
"No!" She said, completely flabbergasted
"Studio janitor room?" I tried, yet again.
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Fated Retribution
AdventureOne day, when four batch mates receive a letter from their old school, their lives are all turned upside down. Four completely different people, four vastly diverse stories, four absolutely contrasting goals all tied up by one common thread of their...
