Another dreary night, rain drops race in bursts down a window, red and blue city lights refracting through them at each sprint. Street lights illuminating the wet, cracked roads of New York City. Shelia had been alone in this place for so long, hopping between Ubers to get a sembelnce of him back in her life. He always drove her around, though, he was much more of a joy rider than the rather large bearded man acting as her current chauffeur. He drove slow, safely, boringly. It had been 16 long years since her prince, her king, her emperor had conquered her, driven her around with the ferocity of a couger, or stole fast food for her like they were starving criminals. Now she had become mundane without his rough, chaotic touch. She'd been forced to get a job, and one that paid well enough to support her. 'Disgusting' is all she could think when her reality plagued her mind.
Her phone buzzed, at first ellicting no response from her, she picked it up with weary, tired eyes from the party she'd spent the evening at, her lipstick smudged and mascara running down her cheeks. The number wasn't one she immedietly recognised, but she was tired and tipsy, so she begrudingly picked up the call.
"Hello?" Her hoarse voice asked, followed by a cough, allowing her true, smooth silky voice to return.
"DAARRRRLLLLINNNGG~"
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Oh Darling
RomanceAfter 16 long years, a classic tale of a girl with a very specific taste in men, and that very specific man.
