Danielle gently guides me to the passenger side of the expensive car, and I sigh heavily. My eyes are feeling incredibly heavy from the alcohol, and I'm grateful for her assistance. As she settles into the driver's seat, I lean back against the comfortable upholstery and close my eyes, trying to ease the sensation of dizziness that's begun to creep in.
She starts the car, and the engine purrs to life, the soft hum lulling me into a sense of calm. I don't need to say much; Danielle knows me well enough to understand when I just need to be. The soothing music on the car's sound system adds to the tranquil atmosphere.
I listen to the familiar sounds of the city as we drive through the quiet streets, the soft swish of the tires against the pavement. The events of the evening play through my mind like a hazy movie, a mix of fleeting emotions and blurry memories.
Before we know it, we're inside my house, and the stark, pristine environment seems a stark contrast to the chaotic party we've just left. Everything in my home is white or marble, and the maids, ever-efficient, bustle around a little too often. It's one of those houses that looks perfect on the outside, but sometimes the absence of my parents makes it feel a little too empty on the inside.
-(Danielle's POV 🪄
I offer Minji a glass of water, and she sips it down, her eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. I guide her to the couch and sit her down, knowing she needs a moment to recover.
As I watch her, I can't help but feel a pang of frustration. Minji and I have a unique relationship. We call it "special friends," but lately, I've been feeling like she's been distancing herself, especially when Mia entered the picture. She doesn't seem to notice the efforts I've made to be good for her – avoiding alcohol, cigarettes, or anything that might harm make her disappointed in me.
Mia, whoever she is, feels irrelevant to me. I have no intention of sharing Minji's attention with anyone else. I want her to realize that I am the one who cares deeply for her, the one who has always been there, even when she's too busy to notice it. Special friends don't talk to other girls – that's the lesson she needs to learn. I'm determined to make her think of me and only me, no matter what it takes.
-(Back to Minji)
Somehow, we've found ourselves on the L-shaped couch, and her lips are pressed fervently against mine. She's leaned into me, her hands gently resting on my lap, and her scent, a delightful fusion of coconuts, strawberries, and an enticing bouquet of fruits, envelops me.
I break the kiss, momentarily dazed by the intensity of the moment. "What are you doing?" I manage to ask, my voice a blend of curiosity and desire.
In response, she unexpectedly straddles me, a look of fiery determination in her eyes. "Making you forget," she mumbles, her lips tracing a trail down to my neck. I exhale slowly, my gaze rising to the ceiling light, its brilliance forcing me to squint.
"Forget what?" I moan, my thoughts spinning as I try to make sense of her intentions.
She whispers in my ear, her words sending delightful shivers down my spine. "Forget her," Danielle tells me, and I groan softly in response, her kiss and her touch successfully diverting my attention away from the relentless counting of lights and anything else that stands between us.
I gaze up at her, the traces of Mia's passionate moments leaving their mark on my neck. "Mia?" I question, noticing a darkening in her eyes.
"What's so good about her?" Danielle growls, her voice laced with jealousy and insecurity.
I furrow my brow, contemplating my response carefully. "I don't know... she has nice teeth?" I recall, Her actions come to a pause.
"What?" she asks, her confusion evident.
"And she's a really good dancer, like amazing," I add smiling softly kind of wishing I'd stayed for longer, Danielle squints, clearly conflicted.
"I've been told," she admits, and I can't help but notice a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Really?" I question, genuinely surprised by her admission. She places a finger gently against my lips, silencing me.
"Are you jealous?" I ask against her manicured finger, attempting to bring her feelings to the surface. She blinks, her hesitation apparent.
"No," she finally responds, her tone firm. I nod, understanding her response. I then lean in closer, whispering, "Are you going to finish what you started?" A mischievous glint in my eyes accompanies the question.
She gives me a seductive look, her own desires playing on the brink. "Depends, if you ask me right," she says, leaving the door open for a continuation of our passionate encounter.
Danielle's gaze is fixed on mine, the tension between us palpable. There's a charged atmosphere in the room, and I can sense the power dynamic shifting as her desire to reassert her control intensifies. I know that the next move I make will set the tone for what's to come.
With a newfound sense of determination, I reach up and cup her cheek, my thumb brushing against her lips. The moment feels electric, as if we're both teetering on the edge of surrendering to our desires.
"I need you," I whisper, my voice low and honest, Her eyes narrow with a mix of desire and satisfaction at my response. I've said the words she wanted to hear, and it's clear that she's now fully in charge.
Her lips meet mine once more, and this time the kiss is more possessive, more demanding. Her hands start to explore my body, and I eagerly respond to her advances, yielding to her dominant energy.
As our passions reignite, the room fades away, and all that matters is the intoxicating connection we share. The intensity of our encounter leaves us both breathless, and we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, driven by our insatiable desires and the magnetic pull of our shared passion.
The morning after our intense encounter with Danielle leaves me feeling both physically and emotionally sated. The memories of last night linger like a comforting and tantalizing dream, making it difficult to rise from my well-rested state. The sensation of Danielle taking charge, something I've rarely allowed, still resonates within me, adding a layer of complexity to our relationship.
The clothes she lent me tightly hug on my frame, an outward sign of the unconventional night we shared. The thought of facing the consequences of our actions at her house weighs on me as I slowly gather the strength to get out of bed. As we make our way to school, a sense of duality haunts my thoughts. As we step into the school, I feel the eyes of my peers on me, and I'm acutely aware of the clothes that hang awkwardly on my body.
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Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies
Teen FictionIt was another one of those glitzy, extravagant parties that only the super-rich kids attended. The mansion was filled with the wealthiest teenagers from around the world, each trying to outdo the other with their designer outfits, luxury cars, and...
