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[She's a bitch always]
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💘Rachel & Carmen💘
(18+)(GxG)(GL)(BDSM)
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Well, what can you do when she is a bitch always?
That is something for both of you to decide?
Mayhap, or Mayhap not?
Why...
***That smile on your face is enough to accompany me through hardships...
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~Rachel~
She seemed pleased -all smiles and laughter, sunshine and rainbows- that you had picked up her name during the little time that you had spent together. She swirled the liquid in her glass slowly while watching you through pleasure rimmed eyes. Then she sluggishly raised her glass to her lips and took a long sip out of the vintage wine. She made a small moan like sound at the taste of the liquid, a sound that made you uncomfortable under her gaze, sexually uncomfortable.
When she smirked at you, you knew then what she was doing. She was roping you, leading you, teasing you -the pretty bitch! Well, you could not say that you didn't like it, could you? She took another sip of her wine before setting the glass back atop the table.
"Rachel, the name suits you very much. Who named you? Your father? Your mother? Or one of your relatives?"
"My father," you answered her in a fond voice at remembering your father.
"He's an insightful man," she pointed out.
"Was," you corrected her. She stared at you for a second or two and then her eyes widened in genuine realization.
"I'm sorry for your loss." You laughed softly.
"It wasn't your fault. You shouldn't be sorry. The man who killed him should be." She leaned forward.
"He was murdered? When? How? Why?" Her voice betrayed her anger.
"About two months ago, that is when he died. A drunk driver ran into his car. He died on the spot, but the man got away."
"I'm sorry," she said again. "I would not have asked about him if I had known."
"Oh no! In fact I do like to reminisce about him. It makes me feel happy because I know he went to a better place because he was a good man."
"He did indeed little bird." You took a sip of your wine.
"Let's talk about something else now," you told her. "How old are you?"
"I'm thirty two," she said. You noticed that she was proud of her age.
"What about your parents? Your siblings?" She chuckled softly at your question.
"I have none little bird. They didn't want me afterwards. So they did not hesitate to abandon an abomination like me," she told you. You read the pain in her eyes and heard the pain in her voice.
"They didn't deserve you then I must say. My mother abandoned me too with my father. He always said that she didn't deserve me." You both smiled at each other.
"If she could abandon a pretty little thing like you, I guess it wasn't hard for them to leave a weed like me behind. They simply packed up and left with my older siblings while I was asleep," she narrated.
"The scumbags!" She laughed heartily. You drank the remainder of your wine and stared at the empty glass. You could feel her emerald eyes on you, watching you. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I told you, to get to know you better little bird."
"Why do you want to know me better, Carmen?" You asked looking into her eyes. She liked it whenever you called her by her name you noticed.
"Rachel," she began with a dark look in her eyes, "Sometimes the things that life brings to your doorstep are meant to be savoured and not hurried into little bird."
