Raine and her Storm

impatience and indifference

The scent of freshly brewed coffee or tea fills the kitchen, creating an inviting atmosphere. As you sit down to your homemade breakfast, there's a sense of comfort and contentment that washes over you.

The meal itself is a testament to the care and attention put into it. The stack of fluffy pancakes topped with maple syrup, was a well needed breakfast after the night I just had.

"Can someone explain to me how I got here, please" my voice soft from nervousness and fear seeing as I had no idea where I was or who's shirt I was wearing.

Looking around the kitchen with the three pairs of eyes in me I come into contact with a pair, the prettiest shade of blues and greens dancing in his iris. The way you see the trees dance in the wind on a clear and sunny day. The eyes just brought you a sense of comfort.

"I actually brought you here," he says "I was driving by and you didn't look ok, so when I pulled over to ask if you needed help, you just fell into the ground" as he finishes explaining he set a plate in front of my, silently urging me to eat some food.

That would explain why this headache is so bad, but knowing he had to carry me. That made me feel so much worst. "I am so sorry I put you out then" I say as I slowly bring the pancake's up to my lips, to taste the sweetness of the syrup envelope my mouth.

Just as he is about to reply, A dangerously attractive man walks into the kitchen. He exudes an undeniable allure that is both thrilling and intimidating. He possesses an air of confidence that's almost palpable, drawing people to him like moths to a flame. With a chiseled jawline and a rugged, well-defined physique, he commands attention wherever he goes.

His piercing eyes, a deep shade of smoky grey that seem to hold secrets that you long to uncover. They have a magnetic quality, locking onto you with an intensity that makes your heart race. When he gazes at you, it's as if he's peering straight into your soul, and the intensity is both exhilarating and unnerving.

His charisma extends beyond his physical appearance; it's in the way he carries himself, with a self-assured stride that exudes power and control

"Who is this"

He grunts, almost as if he is in pain but unwilling to ask for help. He has a voice that's velvety and seductive, a tool he wields with precision, making every word he speaks sound like a whispered promise.

Yet, there's an edge to his allure, a hint of danger that makes you question whether you should approach or retreat. It's the knowledge that being drawn to him might be a risky endeavor, but the temptation is too strong to resist. In the presence of this dangerously attractive man, i can't help but feel a heady mix of desire and caution towards him. My thighs slowly tightening together under the table as I can feel my stomach notting at the idea of him.

What is wrong with me, Carter and I had broken up last night. I didn't think I was this sexually frustrated. I figured my vibrator has at least offered me some sort of outlet but apparently it wasn't enough.

My thoughts come to a staggering stop as the man then walks out of the room without as so much as casting me a second glance. Without an answer to his question as to who I am or why I was here. His absence leaves almost a pain in my stomach and I can't seem to pinpoint why that is.

As breakfast is being finished I helped wash some of the dishes with the one man who I've come to know as Salvator, but I am to call him Salv per his request.

"I have to say, you do look quite well in that shirt"

my eyes dart to Salvator who is busy putting the dishes on the drying rack before turning to me with eyes that have mischief swirling around them. My cheeks flush as I realize it is his shirt and my hands go to find the hem of it.

"what's your name sweetheart,"

I look up and it's a man who's name I didn't catch. He was a bit bigger but the kind of big where you know you could hug him and feel so wrapped up and safe.

"Oh I'm so sorry! It's Raine, but not like water rain. The exotic version way of spelling it"

I try joking with them to lighten my mood and I do earn a few chuckles but I did get a scoff as well. Which asshole thought I wasn't funny, I'm a damn hoot! I look and see it's the same guy who's just brooding at the end of the table. Not the head but just right beside it where he's hidden enough.

"What, not funny enough for you?"

A tall man with an air of arrogance stands with his shoulders back, his chin slightly lifted, and his eyes narrowed in mild disdain. He's dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that exudes confidence. His hand is casually raised, palm outward, as if to dismiss what is being said to him. His expression is a mixture of impatience and indifference, his lips curled into a slight, condescending smirk. He doesn't bother to make eye contact, instead focusing his gaze somewhere over my shoulder, as if the conversation isn't worth his full attention.

The whole scene captures a man who believes he's too important to be bothered by others, clearly brushing off the conversation as insignificant. The arrogant man, having dismissed the conversation, turns on his heel with a smooth, almost practiced motion. His footsteps are measured and deliberate as he strides toward the arch way that leaves the kitchen, his back straight and head held high, exuding an air of superiority. He doesn't look back, completely unconcerned with the people or the discussion he's leaving behind.

The forced smile I've been holding fades the moment the he leaves the room, replaced by a tightness around I eyes and a slight tremor in I hands. I tried to mask my anxiety, but it's clear in the way i start fidgeting with the hem of the shirt and how my breathing becomes shallow and quick. My eyes dart around the room, avoiding direct contact with anyone, as if afraid of what they might see in my own expression.

As he exits the room, his presence lingers, leaving behind a palpable tension, as if the room itself is relieved by his departure. As the door closes behind him, his friends exchange uneasy glances, clearly aware of the discomfort left in his wake. One of them, a well-dressed man who holds a strong presence but all while wearing a forced smile, is the first to break the awkward silence. "You know how he is," he says with a shrug, his tone light, as if brushing off the incident. Salvatore with an apologetic expression, chimes in, "He doesn't mean anything by it. He's just... driven, you know? Always has a lot on his mind."

A third friend, trying to smooth things over, adds, "Yeah, he's like that when he's under pressure. It's nothing personal." They all nod in agreement, their attempts at justification thinly veiling their own discomfort. The tension eases slightly, but the excuses ring hollow, more a reflection of their loyalty to him than a true defense of his behavior.

As the others continue to make excuses for the man, I struggle to maintain my composure, my mind replaying the interaction over and over. The arrogance and dismissiveness of the man have left me feeling small and insignificant, my self-confidence shaken. I cross my arms tightly around myself , as if trying to create a barrier against the residual tension. Despite my efforts to appear unaffected, the anxiety is palpable, and it's clear that the man's behavior has left a deep impression on me.

"where have you put my dress, I should probably be leaving now. I can guarantee my friend is losing her mind"

He offers me his hand as to not get lost in these hallways again leading me to a room, "your clothes are just on the bed there I had the vomit washed off them this morning"

I threw my face into my hands embarrassed thinking of these men that saw me covered in vomit, and more then likely speaking incoherent nonsense. Not trying to hide my uncomfortablity with my current situation. I entered the room and slip on the dress and shoes. While trying to calm down the anxiety and embarrassment that has made its way throughout my entire body.

AN

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