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Chapter One:

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF ALLEGED SEXUAL CONDUCT DESCRIBED IN A LAWSUIT AND MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. AND THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. SO, ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PUERLY COINCIDENTIAL.

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Thomas at the right side. :)

        “I think we need to celebrate for our newly built house.” Llain laughed as she jumped off from the breakfast bar. She winked at me saying, let’s go to a bar and hunt some random hot dudes. We’d been busy in unpacking things. But she still looked perfectly beautiful. Tall and slender, with wildly, stunning blue eyes and a naturally straight blonde hair; her lips was lush and red. Her cheekbones are high. A Corinne Llain Tramell, whom you’d expect to be at the age of eighteen? But apparently, she’s already twenty-four. She was so damn hot and looked like a fucking supermodel.

          I gave her a winning grin as I took a spoonful of meat with skimpy tomato sauce. “It tastes good huh? Or I was just hungry.” I insisted. She didn’t mind what I said but rolled her eyes. That made me laughed. Daniel, her admirer-fucking admirer cooked it for her. She didn’t like him for being an arrogant douche.

“We should head to a bar.” Her smile wicked. It was our first day here in Manhattan from my former home in Vancouver. The smell and sounds are new and different to me. The house was sleek, modern and cool. The surroundings are warm and smelled fabulous as Adele was singing soulfully through the sound speakers. The cool breeze of Manhattan embraced me. It’s been weeks when my last sexual relationship had happened. Oh. I hadn’t notice and that was damn bad. I missed being fucked. Because you’re a flirty damn whore, bitch! My subconscious shouted at me. I dropped off the bowl and smiled widely.

“I’ll just take a shower first.” I waved at her then headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Those dazzling blue eyes caught my gaze. I was staring at the girl standing in front of me. Short but slender, with cascade, straight, brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. I was staring at myself. I arched my neck back to allow my sight to rise. My jaw tightened and closed my eyes.

Please. No, don’t. Get off me! Don’t do that to me!

     My Dad’s hand covered my mouth. I felt something hard between his legs, forcing it into my body… inside me. I pushed at his arms but I can’t. He was heavy and strong.

Help! Mom! Help! Please… Oh God!

        He brushed his lips back and forth over my neck. He yanked my legs apart. I couldn’t do a protest but cry. I was flawed and damaged.

“Hey! Alice! Are you alright?” Llain hugged me so tight. I just found out myself sit on the floor, crying. She wiped my tears. “You’re so pale.” She said worriedly. I opened my eyes. I saw her dressed in blue camisole, fitted pants and high heels. It fits so perfectly right on her.

“I’m fine.” I shrugged. I saw her sighed in relief.

“Okay. Go fix yourself. I’ll just wait outside.” She air-kissed me then leave.

         I walked straight to my room. You’re still stuck in the past Alice. I scolded myself. I shook my head then went to my closet. I decided to wear my black fitted blouse. It hung on one shoulder and cut diagonally across my cleavage; fitted pants and high heels. With my hair swept off my face into thick, deliberately messy curls. I complemented glossy nude lips. I took my purse and Smartphone then went downstairs.

           I saw Llain sitting at the couch; I gave her a huge smile and walked towards her. She really looked stunningly gorgeous. She gripped on my arm then glanced at me.

“How are you feeling right now?” She asked.

I gave her a naughty look and said “Great. Feeling excited.”  I really need to get fuck, now. She gave me you’re-going-to-fuck-again look. She smiled then pulled me out.

          We walked through the city lights and pedestrians. The smell and noise are loud and furious-the smell of vehicle exhaust mixed with food vendor carts, the shouts of hawkers blended with music from street entertainers and the styles and accents of people around us. She waved her hand as the horn blared and a cab stopped in front of us.

“Hey, I forgot to ask. Where’s your car?” I asked Llain. She hopped in before she answers my question. So I hopped in too.

“Ah, my brother borrowed it for his first ever date with Kelly McCann.” She rolled her eyes-crossed legs. I gave her a hard laugh. I know she feel jealous because her brother, Larry, said that she’s prettier than you sis. Wow.

“You’re just jealous. She’s prettier than you.” I said while uncontrollably laughing.

“I’m not pretty. I’m stunning, glamorous and gorgeous.” She said then smirked. I look at her, my brow arched.

“But I’m more stunning, glamorous and gorgeous than you.” I said in assurance tone with my arms crossed. We both ended in laughing.

         We bounced all over downtown club to East Village, I saw the charming entrance. A sudden smile flashed into my face. The line to get in was too long, extending down the street. The hostess led us to a small seating area and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas while Paramore rocking through the surround speakers.

She propped off the menu and Llain took it. “Ah, two cosmopolitans and…ah…what do you want, Alice?” She asked with a glance.

“Stoli Elit and cranberries.” My mouth curved into a genuine smile. She headed to the counter then went back towards us. “Here you go. Two cosmopolitans, Stoli Elit and cranberries. Is there anything else you need Ma’am?” She said as she set the drinks at the table.

“Nothing more. Thanks.” Llain said. The waitress smiled before she left. As I took the squared-glass tumbler, I saw a small note written:

I’m watching you closely… very closely Ms. Driscoll.

I feel so confuse in this note. I rubbed my thumb at the paper-looking around. A savagely gorgeous man caught my gaze. An inky brown curly hair framed by a breathtaking face, a firmly etched mouth-you could barely brush your mouth over it. A blade of nose and stunning green eyes. He was suit in a blue linen shirt and cream pants with his converse shoes. Perfectly suits on his leanly built body. I sighed deeply as I drank off. I saw him shoved his hands on his silky hair. He stood up then gaze on mine. My face turned red, he’s like an aphrodisiac to me. A grin flashed in his face then went towards me. Shit.

“Miss Driscoll? Can we have this dance?” He asked. His voice was manly-angelic. He smells, Hmm…sinfully good-not perfume, body wash it was. I sucked air before I answer.

“Ah, how did you know my name?” I asked utterly. His jaw tightened then took my hand, kissed it. I felt his tongue and nipped my finger that made me took it away. He gave me a flirtatious smile… I think? He lean his head closer to me. My lips turn to dry, I licked at those.

“We can have a little conversation while dancing.” He whispered. I glanced at Llain, I saw her staring at this yummy, hot guy. She looked at me-thumbs up. I turned to face him.

“Oh, okay.” I answered then smiled. He grabbed my waist then led me to the dance floor. The song was shuffled into Maroon 5’s One more night. I felt his hands around my waist… Shit. He was so hot. There’s something in his moves… he was so close. I can feel his breathe over my mouth. Kiss me. Please. Do it. Now. I licked my lips. “What’s your name…?” I paused. Mr. yummy, wonderful, stunning and hot guy. But I ended with “Mr. Stranger?” I looked up to him. Those green eyes were burned into me… tempting and possessing me. His jaw tightened then lean his face closer.

            His mouth was sealed over mine, kissing me fiercely. He brushed his lips back and forth over my mouth. Mouthwash-plus-Champagne-plus-Yummy, hot guy…Hmm. Delicious. I savored at his mouth. He cut it off. Shit. My eyes widened.