- Alluring: The quality of being powerfully and or mysteriously attractive or fascinating.
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Alluring, thats what they were to each other. Elenora was powerfully attractive and Mr.Reid was powerfully mysterious. She'd wear thes...
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"Fuck me silly." I whispered under her breath, after hearing Rigel ask whose name she just moaned out. That had most definitely killed the mood, and for once I actually couldn't think of how to respond. I couldn't say who Reid actually was but i didn't know what to say.
"It's time for you to go, thanks for dropping off my package." I quickly spit out, pulling my dress back up my body. "Why can't you just tell me who it is?" Rigel questioned me, before pulling his pants and boxers up tucking himself back in before walking out of my apartment, slamming the door not saying another word.
I had practically ran over to the door locking it, and turning around leaning her back against it. Letting out a breath i didn't even know that i was holding in. I sink down to the floor, putting my head down. All i could think of was the last few moments that happened.
Shit, I needed a drink. Like now. So I quickly stood up walking over to my bookshelf that had my personal favorite alcohol bottles and my wines on it. Grabbing a full bottle of Hennessy and a shot glass. Hastily pouring a shot and downing it before making another one. I felt the burn down while the alcohol made its way down my throat.
The feeling felt all too familiar. I kept going swallowing shots until I could no longer think straight or even remember what had happened with Rigel. I think I was about 7 or 8 shots in. When I heard my very distinctive phone ring. Stumbling over to the phone and sitting on the table in the living room.
Answering the phone with a very slurred "Hello." It just happened to be my best friend, Tazara who screamed into the phone explaining how much she missed me while visiting her mom back in her home country Africa, and how'd she'd bring me back a bunch of souvenirs. Even though I begged her not to.
Considering I hated souvenirs because I had no where to put it but since it was her she'd bring me one regardless of my denial. I threw the phone next my shot glass and stumbled over there taking another shot of Hennessy. I was a mess, here I was drinking my problems away on a Thursday knowing that I have classes tomorrow.
I groaned internally, starting to grow pissed at nothing but myself and my thoughts before sitting on the cold floor, then rolling over to my back and closing my eyes. I heard my phone hang up and I ask Siri to play Pyramids by Frank Ocean and humming along to the chorus.
Until I eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming about nothing in particular.
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So i figured out the days i will update and im thinking every friday at least 2 chapters thanks to a few suggestions💕
Also sorry for the short chapter the next one will be longer😭
