Clandestine | 18+

37~Purple blends with Red

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Nikki Idol- Go to Hell
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"You can either turn strength into insanity or violence, but can anyone truly say what insanity is?
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I stirred, and my hands immediately rubbed my eyes as I yawned. I didn't think I had ever slept that deeply in my entire life.

I got up to use the bathroom, but when I lowered my eyes I realised I was still in my dress, and it had ridden up a little bit above my red panties which were matching with my bra.

"Red looks good on you, not that we didn't already know." Pierce said fixing his cufflinks  under his breath as he entered the room.

"Always a pleasure." I muttered half asleep tugging my drees down, trying not to get angry, maybe calm myself instead, as I started walking towards the bathroom.

"I see you will need... time to get ready, hm?"

I turned around at the door of the bathroom.

"Are you indicating I look like shit, Mr. Pierce?"

His calculating eyes, that seemed like they never appeared emotions except if he wanted to simulate them, roamed throughout my body.

"I wouldn't say you look like shit." His voice took a velvety tone and I saw the side of his lip twitch. "Rather... like you have experienced a memorable night."

"Fuck off, Pierce."

I closed the bathroom door shut, and when I looked into the mirror, I understood with every fiber of my being what he meant by it.

My hair was messy, my lipstick smudged, my dress wrinkled, my mascara on the verge of falling completely. And on top of all, my face was flushed.

"My God." I muttered to myself as I cursed and removed my dress, heading into the shower.

I pressed my head against the tile, the water lightly stabbing against my skin. I breathed in, the water falling below my neck, so no water got into my mouth.

I was very aware of Pierce's presence in the bedroom. I somehow knew he was looking straight into the mirror with his green eyes, his right hand fixing the top of his tie, making it tighter as his left hand would hold the long part down. I imagined his veins pretty visible, his cashmere shirt rolled at the forearms.

I gulped, the spit rolling down my throat slowly, as my knee trembled a little.

The water seemed hot, almost too hot, as I groaned and turned it cold. The water fell, the coldness taking over me, but inside my flesh the burning feeling still didn't falter.

I parted my lips, breathing air, the contrast of the temperature of my body and the coldness of the water made me shiver.

I swallowed any sound that could get released from my throat, and closed the shower. It felt as if the water, which was meant to help, made it worse.

I got out of the shower to dry myself off, when I realised I hadn't brought any clothes in the bathroom with me.

"Shit." I cursed.

"You okay in there?" Alonzo called from behind the door.  My hand clenched, in and out.

Breathe. Breathe. There is a solution to everything.

"Leave the house. I have to get ready."

"Of course." He said in that unrevealing voice, but it seemed like he was thinking of something. "I have to make some rules the minute I enter. I guess you can't be there to decide." He said before closing the door.