Nicky and Choi have been together for a good while not even caring about who or where their mate is. They've been doing just fine by themselves and enjoying each other. But all relationships have problems. With Choi being an incubus, he has to feed...
The streets are deserted as I drive to my apartment in silence. I can feel her presence. I know that she's waiting for me. How do I know that?
The city outside my car blurred in my mind. I was focused on one person and I can feel her in my lungs like a deep breath. Only when I saw her silhouette from my window did I exhale.
Kendall: Come to me
I followed my lovers words, words that rang in my head like a familiar lullaby and I was lured to her.
Her command sang in my head as I looked up to my apartment window and saw her pacing figure from below. Have I gone from one trap to another?
I make it to apartment door and, as expected, it was open. Probably because she has nothing to fear, just like that other thing.
I walk into my living room to see a disheveled Kendall pacing. Her long dark brown hair had fallen out of her low ponytail and stuck to the edges of her forehead and neck.
Her head turns to me and I see her beautiful face has paled 2 shades and added worry lines that aged her. And yet she was still my saving grace.
"You're back," she whispered. "Yes I'm here and so are you," I stated.
Her fingers played with the fabric of her pants at her sides. "I didn't want you to find out like this," she hung her head in shame. "He should've let me tell you just like he wanted for her."
"Find out what, Kendall?"
Her fingers stopped fidgeting and she looked me up and down.
"Kiersten...," she stood tall and smiled at me. "Why don't you take a seat?" Her eyes swirled creating a ghoulish dark glowing eyes and the room was slowly wafting heat.
I felt phantom arms touch my shoulders and guide me to my recliner on the left side of the couch. I was pushed to sit down but I offered no resistance.
Kendall sat on the couch corner and held my hand.
Kendall: Where shall I begin.
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Cicely's POV It had been maybe a whole week since I needed to get dressed for work but once I took a peak at my wardrobe it was second nature for me. Thankfully everything was still left in the assigned drawers when they moved my things.
In my top drawer, I kept all my shirts and my second door was pants. Third was shorts and underwear, and 4 was bras and socks. My dresser sat in between my bathroom and my new closet, which I hadn't stepped in since I've been here.
With my wig in shambles from my pointless tussling with the 2 men of the house, I was left with no choice but to use the reliable and amazing afro. I put two small ponytails in the front with a small white bow in front of them and fluffed that back for effect. My perfectly puffed hair was giving the prettiest poodle and I love it.
In the closet, all of my clothes had already been hung and my shoes all laid out the way they were in my old house. I flip through my blazers and they're in the exact same order for my comfort, just how they wanted it to be. I find my black vest and the matching black pants to put the suit together. I put on a white spaghetti strap tank top and layer on the vest and the pants.
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