Prologue
It was nights that drove her crazy. A touch of another human was needed, a kiss to save her for a short space of time, moments of pleasure were needed to set her free.
Bed sheets clench between her fists; with each thrust and bite to the lip, she loses herself in a world filled with polluted images. He's her hero tonight, because although she's completely lost her mind, he's the man that would grasp her in a crafted canvas - painting her body with masculine hands.
His grunts bring her back to reality. She's lost all senses once again, it was untouchable, and she couldn't hold her sanity for too long.
"Mmm" She bites her lower lip, ready to come undone for the second time tonight. Addiction of pleasurable want would forever keep her haunted. She stammers and shudders as the orgasm rips through her, hands claw to his sculptured back. Bodies press firmly together. He smiles smugly at his handy work, the superiority evident in his expression.
They collapse in a heap of pleasured whimpers and sighs.
"Thanks" She whispers after a short moment. It was the aftermath of fucked up minds losing themselves in each other, the aftermath of coming to your senses and reality hitting you hard. She'd yet again found herself in bed with another man, a man who didn't love her, nor did he hold any gratitude of emotions for the beauty lying naked in his bed. Another night out turned into another night of falling in bed with a stranger.
She's a strong woman, but god was she weak. They shuffle awkwardly in bed, and the need to run out of this mans house cultivates her, a man she'd yet to know his name.
"I.. I erm.. I better go" She coughs uneasily and climbs out of bed. She's suddenly self-conscious with her naked glory out in the open.
"It's late" He argues, "Why don't you stay the night? I don't think it's safe to be out on your own at this time" She smiles at his thoughtful words, but decides against giving in to his sweet tone.
"I have work tomorrow, I can't be late." She lies, the itch to run out rapidly grows and she doesn't want to be rude. It wasn't in her nature to be rude, it was always in her to be taken advantage and never be shown the meaning of love. Love didn't exist in her world, but the touch of man was always needed. Eager hands were always present in her world, because a beautiful woman like her was always surrounded by gawking and drooling men. She allowed it. She allowed them to take her whichever way they pleased, because it was the only thing she ever knew.
He nods and allows her to change. Never noticing the way her hands trembled as she slipped on the laced underwear she once wore so elegantly, or the white dress that exuded purity. No man has ever noticed the way her blue-greys dulled with sparkle, or the way she fidgeted when she was alone in a crowded room. Nobody noticed the unhappiness she masked with her white pearly smile.
Chapter One
God damn it. I'm late again!
The brunette rushes around her apartment, with manic actions she collects the essentials needed for her day. Just like the wind, she breezes effortlessly out the door and straight down the towering stairs that once led to her apartment complex.
Always late! I'm always fucking late!
She mentally curses herself, her foot pushes further down on the pedal. She speeds through the streets without a care of being pulled over and getting ticketed again this week.
"Move your fucking ass!" She honks her horn, "Some of us need to get places you fucking imbeciles!" Another honk is sounded but it wasn't coming from her.
She turns around with a scowled expression permanently plastered to her face. The once beautiful features now mask with anger; yet, she still managed to ooze sex appeal.
The blue-greys that once sparkled with sweetness now project a firing rage.
"Yeah I'm talking to you!" She shoots her daggers at the young teen driving carelessly beside her, "Don't you fucking turn up your music when I'm in the middle of shouting at you!" The teen rolls his eyes and speeds past her.
"Fucking moron!" She hisses the venomous words and speeds the rest of the way to work.
Always late! The words repeat in the back of her mind.
It was the bubbling rage of last night's memories coming back to her, the actions she'd enacted replay fiercely in her line of vision.
His hands.
His lips.
His urgency.
Just as she loses herself in the memories of last night, she comes back to reality with another honk forcing her recall to disappear.
She smiles once noticing her workplace coming into view.
"About fucking time," She exhales a sigh, "Two minutes just in time." Her grin grows with satisfaction of luck.
She parks her Toyota Camry with frustration, she was never the best driver but she always managed to get herself to places without any troubles.
With a satisfied smile, she climbs out of her car and heads into the building reading:
Advanced Physical Therapy
It was a place that helped her escape, a place where she'd get her fix on the human contact she'd always desired. The touch of the skin, the stroke to the hip and the feel of a human lying beneath her arms always fulfilled her fucked up mind.
"Morning Eliza-"
"Morning Tom, and how many times did I tell you not to call me that?" She rolls her eyes, "My name is Jazmín, we've been over this." Her giggle always did things to people; the perfect pearly white teeth always came out on full display.
The adoring dimples would get any man or woman weak to their knees, and she would use her beauty to lure them in for a temporary love.
"Jazmín.. Jazmín.. I don't even know how to pronounce that," Tom huffs. "I'll just stick with Jaz."
"Do whatever you want Tom," She walks ahead of him, the content smile still lingers to her lips as she greets everyone with a heartwarming smile.
"Good morning," The it girl, that was her. Beautiful chocolate waves of silk hair fall past her shoulders, dreamy blue-greys that haunted and mesmerized you with every glance. She was the girl that looked to have it all; her outer shell was breathtakingly gorgeous.
She'd fool you with her smile.
She'd fool you with her dreamlike eyes.
But deep inside, she was breaking into an empty shell of insecurities. She wanted to be loved, but the thought of love terrified her.
