"Fuck-." I melted in his arms, unable to look into his hazed, tantalising hazel eyes. Being in his proximity was like being hunted, by an unforgiving and powerful beast.
He pressed his rough, strong hand against my mouth, gently clasping my lips shu...
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rosenfeld - i want to
I TRAILED MY HANDS along the tail of my lace adorned dress, the elegant sheer sparkled under the warm room light. I spun around, gazing at my glimmering reflection. The sleek obsidian silk made deep contrast against my warm skin. I flattened the sides of my dark, luxurious attire down, grazing my hands over my round, supple hips that stared back at me. The glittering, miniscule silvered gems scattered throughout my gown, almost resembled the bright, platinum stars of the night sky, that seemed to scintillate as you gazed at them, winking at you.
Tonight, I'd be gracing the renowned Celine Valencia's 3 year anniversary celebration with my presence, a rival of my close friend Ayla's fashion brand and uptight business woman.
My face was painted with a dark smokey eye, and radiant dark blush. I'm not usually the type to go for the bold, extravagant look, but for tonight's event it would be best I conduct myself in such fashion.
The illustrious Celine Valencia, 5 year competitor, and icon in the constantly fluctuating fashion world. That night, she'd hold a grand, limited invitation event to celebrate her 3rd year of marriage, to her mysterious and unknown spouse. His identity was hidden from the public for quite some while, which sparked unsettling curiosities and buzzing paparazzi surrounding her at all times.
I'd heard many things about him from those who had claimed to see him, I quote "masculine, tall figure and dark, mesmerising features" Leftme questioning just why she'd choose to hide such a "trophy husband" as they listed him. I'm sure no one would go after the love of THE Celine Valencia.
As much of a bitch as she is.
Of course, this night would be beyond anyone's imagination, any gathering or event planned by her would without a doubt never disappoint. The one thing you could never belittle her over, not being able to plan an event. With a silent sigh of exasperation, my finger tapped my idle phone's pitch black screen to check for the current time.
May 13th, 9:12 PM
With a soft, silenced sigh I placed my phone into my small, black purse. I was on time, ready to start the journey there. I folded my thighs one over the other, crossing my arms gently, I waited on Ayla to show up.
The doors to the room opened almost silently, with the small click of an opening. The sound followed by the soft, repetitive tap of heels walking against the shining , marble floor.
"Hey, Seraph."
The voice was lighthearted, breathy. I turned to face the source of the familiar voice, greeted by my gorgeous friend, Ayla Esmera. A world renowned CEO and designer for her successful fashion brand, Esmeric. Ayla smiled softly and she took in my appearance. She was absolutely stunning, in fact, the word stunning did no justice to her elegant, gorgeous appearance. The emerald glimmer of her silk, lustrous dress, did a delicate justice to her vibrant hazel eyes. Her bronze, sun kissed skin, exposed in all the most fitting, yet tempting areas. She turned around to show off her beautiful, coily hair, that'd been lifted up into a neat updo.
