City Of Need

14 ❤️‍🔥 Rodeo

London
She looks beautiful when she breaks. Maybe now she'll change her mind about this, "I belong to me," attitude. Maybe if I push a bit harder I can make her mine. Maybe she wants me to push harder. Is that why she's such a brat? Is she checking to see if I'm strong enough to hold all her pieces?

I draw back my hands, gently. She's so tough, but at the same time, in this moment she looks so vulnerable that I want to protect her from any little thing the world could possibly throw at her. I cross the room to the sink, whistling as I wash my hands. Damn, I love the thrill of the chase. But more than that, I love this next part. The part where I get to hold her. Take care of her. Make her mine by keeping her safe.

I've been running on adrenaline all day. When she wasn't at her house this morning I googled all the clubs I thought she might go to. I started my hunt at nine tonight. Found her at the second club. I wasn't counting on getting quite as worked up as I did when I heard she was in the back room with two guys.

But now that she's purring like a kitten on the horse box, my adrenaline has settled.

But how do you keep a girl like Roxy? I know she needs me to be tough.
Keeping myself facing the sink I say, 'Baby, I have rules. I never want to see you with two guys, or one guy, or in fact a girl, ever again. You're mine now. I've chosen you. Do you understand?'

I hear her move behind me, and turn to see her rolling down and pulling up her dress. Then she slides both legs to one side of the horse and crosses one over the other.

She stares at me. Smirking. I'm going to need to do something about that smirk. That's not what her mouth was made for.

I wait for her to speak. To tell me she understands. To call me Sir. But she doesn't. I wait so long that eventually I fill the silence. 'Baby?'

'Yeah... about that,' she says, and bites the inside of her mouth. 'I'm actually not a Baby Doll, London. I'm a grown woman. I can see the game you're playing, but this is not my first rodeo.' She pats the box she's sitting on, and then says, 'To be really honest it's a little disappointing.'

What the fuck?! Disappointing? I want to own her because I want to protect her. I want to serve her by owning her. I don't want to diminish her, I want to help build her.

I look at her hazel eyes with the golden glints and it's as if they expand to take in my whole universe, then just as quickly, dismiss it.

'I've played this game before London. It was fun and quite lovely, the first couple of times. But it's getting a little old now. I know how it goes. I'll belong to you, you'll belong to you, you'll get bored, you'll leave, I'll be heartbroken.'

'But that's not... that wasn't...'

'Yeah, I know, you're different - blah blah. The thing is London, I'm different. Tonight I was about to have a nice time with my friends and you crashed it so you could let me know that you think I'm yours. But I'm a real woman not a doll. And I won't use you as a mirror to dictate my self worth. I'm happy to play with you - but on terms we work out together. If you're happy with that- come find me.'

And with that, that damn gorgeous woman with the beautiful smart mouth, hops down off the horse and walks out the door.

I'm so floored by her out pouring that all I can do is watch her leave.

What the fuck just happened? How did I get it so wrong? Fuck this. I need to find her.

I slam out of the door, down the corridor and into the club. She'll be waiting for me there - probably dancing with some guy to make me jealous. It's all just a game. The problem is, I don't want to play games anymore. I just want her.

I meander through the dance floor. I need to find her. I need to explain. I'm
desperate to kiss her, to show everyone she's mine. To show them I'm hers too.

I'll see her... I'll show her... any minute now she'll appear from the ether...

She's not on the dance floor. Where the fuck is she?

I try the bar. I try upstairs. I yell into the female bathrooms.

She's not here...She's not at the club.

She's walked out on me. Just like that. She let me go so easily. Damn. This has never happened to me before. And now it's happening with the one girl I care about...

Fuck it. What am I doing? She clearly doesn't give a damn. She was with two other guys when I got here. I've got this all wrong, she doesn't want me and I don't need her, there are plenty of girls here. I'm not chasing after Roxy-Fucking-Wilde.

I walk to the middle of the dance floor, find three beautiful girls dancing provocatively together and slide myself between them. It's like they're made of sparkles and lip gloss. All three have long long shiny hair, that they flick like manes as they wrap themselves around me and we dissolve into the music. It's so damn easy being a pop star. If only that was what I wanted to be.

Where did Roxy go? Is she still thinking of me, or is she back in the back with those two guys? If only I could stop thinking about that smart mouth...

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Love Always,
Violet.
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