Wildfire

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Mariana Montanari

"FUCK." My head was pounding too hard to be considered healthy.
Just sleep. Mhm I should. I turned around and pulled my blanket up.

It had been long since I had slept well but for once I had actually slept well. Maybe it was the blackout drinking. Or the orgasms. Yeah right- THE WHAT.

The filthy flashbacks of the previous night came rushing back. Kenneth had given me I don't know how many nice- okay amazing orgasms.

I turned around to an empty bed. Of course it'd be empty.
Once a whore always a whore, Mary. Camila's words rang in my ears.

My breathing stopped feeling like it was a natural human action and felt more like labour.

I groaned at the hangover from hell and the flashbacks. This was going to be a long fucking day.

I tried to control my breath and opened my eyes trying to drown out the sounds of my dad, the sounds of Camila. I groaned in my pillow not knowing whether it was the headache, the flashbacks which were gonna play in my head for the rest of the day or whatever happened last night and the fact that he left.

I trusted someone after years and ended up on the bed alone. What else did you expect? Fair enough. I chuckled at myself. It was actually funny how I still had expectations. I almost expected something good to happen every time. 25 years of living and I haven't learned that I, out of the whole of humanity, wasn't made for love, or affection or happiness and all that bullshit.

I was made for pain and power and right now I had both of them in abundance. I sighed and after what seemed too long opened my eyes. This was not my room. Fuck. I turned to the side to see a bottle of water and painkillers. Were kidnappers nice now?

I was just about to get up and take the meds when a "good morning" startled me and, instinctively, my hand flew to the floor and then to the direction of the sound before I could actually think.

"OW!" Kenneth rubbed his forehead. Fuck. He was here. I know... Something unfamiliar happened in my chest. You mean heartbeat? Yes and whatever this weird warm thing is. Blood? Now that I'm very familiar with.

"Did you just throw a heel at me?" He said in an amused tone. Holding the said heel in his hand.

"If you don't believe it I can always throw it again." I challenged.
"No thank you." He handed the meds to me.

His shirt was unbuttoned and I had to physically hold my jaw before it reached the floor.

"Where the fuck did you spawn from anyways?" I swallow the meds. "I slept on the couch." He said as if that was normal. He brushed his hands through his hair and took the glass from my hands, drinking the rest of it.

"Why?" I asked. standing up and fixing my clothes. I pulled the shredded panties from under my dress holding it between my fingers between us, making both of us blush.

"Because I didn't want to leave you alone. And I didn't know if you'd want me sleeping in your bed." He answered my long forgotten question. "Right."

"Should I not have done that? Sorry?" I didn't say that. "You're okay." I reverted too quickly, making him nod.

"I guess I'll leave now..." I said. Usually the morning after sex ended with money on the bedside table for me. This on the other hand was neither sex nor forced nor ended with money. So this was new.

"Can I take you out for breakfast, Mariana?" he said. I blanked out and it showed in my eyes. What the fuck?

He walked closer and spun me around. "What are you-" He zipped up the remainder of my dress that I couldn't reach and refused to ask for help with.

"Mariana?"He asked, his voice tinged with concern as his hands grazed up my arms to my shoulders. "I- I'm busy for breakfast." He immediately replied with another question. "Lunch?" I covered a chuckle with a sigh.

"You're not gonna stop till I agree?" I sat on the edge of the bed, picking up one of my heels "Nope." He took the heel out of my hand and lifted my leg on his thigh absentmindedly putting the heel on. "Fine. Call me and I'll see where I am." I replied locking down as he laced my heel up.

He nodded and I walked to the door before I was spun around and a kiss was placed on my lips and I was spun back to the door. Which I was glad for because I could feel the blush creeping in.

"See you outside, Wildfire. I'll drop you home." Damn it. "I am so killing you." I walked out the door soon, followed by him.

I wasn't lying when I said I was busy for breakfast. I had to meet Gianna. She had found information about the 2nd out of the 8 men on my death list.

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Lucas Carlin, Age:35, Thinks he runs the markets.

"Mary, arch your back" Camila pulled my top tighter. It was disrespectful to call these pieces of sparkly strings a "top" but who was I to talk about respect.

"Smile, Mary." I forced myself to smile because what else was I gonna do. As of now I had not been the target of Camila's wrath but from what I've heard I did not need that.

I'd done a few shows since I'd been here. But I joined an online college since we're obviously not allowed to leave and so I needed extra money. Camila gave me the option to give "private shows". It pays extra and I'd have more time during the day.

Lucas Carlin in his Brooks Brothers suits and charming smiles and sickeningly obnoxious perfume walked in and smiled at Camila. I stood beside her. She got him a drink and they chatted for some time.

Then he swiped his black metal card, thanked Camila and walked towards me. Every alarm inside me went off at insane volumes.

Against my better judgement I gave him a flirty smile with practised ease as he led me to a room.

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