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Author Name
_HONEUBEES_
Title story: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞
She was beautiful, with dark ebony skin and a short, thick mane of ash-colored and brown hair. Her cheekbon...
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Ruby Cooper POV Tuesday 1:39 PM Texas, Austin
It's Tuesday, and I woke up from the restless nap I crashed into last night. I wasn't feeling too well after the several events of last Monday, if you know what I'm talking about. Last Monday, when I arrived home late, I was smacked in the face by my aunt Stacy. A feeling of dread came over me as I remembered that my aunt was mad at me for coming back home past the time she expected me to return.
But, I refused to let myself overthink the situation and got out of bed with a rough wail. Stretching and shaking out the rest of the sleepiness in my body, I stood up and took a deep breath. After releasing a deep yawn, my eyes adjusted to the bright lights in my room. I was ready for the day ahead. Suddenly, I felt a sharp tight pain in the back of my neck as I put my house shoes on.
I approached my body mirror and stared at the dark purple bruises around my neck and up to my cheeks. I traced my fingers slowly around the bruised areas, wincing at the sudden sharp pain.
"Damn, she really did a number on me," I muttered, the words bitter as they left my lips. I sank onto the edge of the bed, the ache in my body a cruel reminder of my own stupidity.
I was furious—with myself, with him. Staying in the car with Dorian for so long had been a mistake, one that earned me another beating. And for what? For him?
Flashback
I sat in silence, my eyes fixed on the trees and streetlights blurring past the window. The quiet in the car with Dorian was heavy, almost suffocating. I could feel his gaze flicking toward me now and then, but I refused to acknowledge him. Not after what happened at Aurora's house. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction and I was still a little embarrassed. I didn't want to talk to him at all. I could still feel my panties being wet from the awkward and heated moment we had earlier. I could still feel myself throbbing as the flashbacks kept popping up in my head. The way he knew how to control my breasts and emotions and play with it like it was an instrument.
Lost in my thoughts, I noticed he was pulling up to my house and parking the car. He shut it off and locked the doors, leaving me to think he was about to do something unexpected. We were both silent in the car, and I was avoiding making eye contact with him.
I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. His gaze remained fixed on me, chilling and making me feel tense. I was trapped in the car as the moment stretched on, my mind racing with possibilities. As I stayed frozen, my stomach was in turmoil and my heart was racing. In these tense moments, the silence was deafening, and the tension in the car was suffocating. Suddenly, he spoke up, forcing me to look back at him.
"Are you still shy babygirl from earlier?" He asked.
I felt a rush of embarrassment to hear him finally say something so direct, but his slow manner of speaking still made me uneasy.
