Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 15

Chapter Song: Youngblood- 5 Seconds Of Summer

Monday- Afternoon

-Cole-
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She jumps in her seat at the sound of my voice. She's so easy to scare. It makes me curious as to why she doesn't quiver at a gun but is scared of the simplest jump scares.

"What are you doing here?" She asks without turning to confront me.

Honestly, it's adorable how she thinks she can escape me so... easily.

Her coworker and Charlotte stay silent as they awkwardly stare around.

Charlotte looks like her usual self. A model-like body that all men crave to use with their wildest fantasies with a hot pink and royal blue jacket to cover most of it, bearing only her legs and above her neck. Her blond curls fall on that jacket, contrasting light color against dark noticeable.

With perfect complexity and a perfect smile, she looks like the model woman all men would dream of having. But she's not the attention I wanted to draw as she stares at me in shock written over her perfect skin.

The attention I want is the woman who won't dare stare at me even though I made her gasp from pleasure less than an hour ago.

Damn, how I would punish her right on this desk for having an attitude.

"We weren't finished, Ms. Stone," I draw out, pushing the thoughts from my head while keeping my eyes on her.

Her emerald jewels narrow at me through the reflection of her computer screen, "What do-" She stops when she sees August at my side with a mini brown backpack hanging from his crossed arms and a mad expression written all over his face.

The horrified look on her face makes me want to laugh. She's scared of August and the simplest things when she should be afraid of me.

She spins around, tilting her head up at August's face, letting me finally view her after the wrecking I've put her through.

The dim lighting in the room from the windows glares on her fresh as a daisy-painted foundation skin. The foundation looks like it was put on more adequately and blended into the skin to a natural setting. It's light in an elegant way, unlike the foundation she had on before which looked like it was caked on in a rush.

The tattoo on her neck, that I tried to expose while giving her hickeys, and the bite marks with hickeys in the center are all gone like they never existed. The only thing left on her now smooth skin is the bumps where my bite marks used to be, nearly covered up by foundation and August's black leather jacket.

Light mascara -with a thin line of eyeliner that sharpens out the curves of her eyes- and black and grey eye shadow bring out the light smokey eye. The look is miraculous to her shining emerald green eyes that reflect her fright through her clear glasses that were once fogged in the elevator. Her look is clean, precise, and unordinary. She looks perfect. Too perfect, which isn't her.

A spit of green rises in my core when that beautiful face looks at August's infuriating face but denies looking at mine.

"Whatchu got there, Evangeline?" August's annoying voice splits my concentration from her. I swear, he ruins everything.