Barbecue is definitely an understatement. I was expecting just a few people, in casual clothes, eating simple things and maybe sharing a few beers but I guess not. I bring my legs up from the ground to cross them over so I can sit Indian style. I use both of my hands to grip my wine glass and try to pay attention to whatever Zoey's explaining.
Vincent quickly walks across the room but tsks at me, snaps his fingers and urges I take my feet off the expensive ground and back on the white hardwood tile. That's probably the most he said to me all night even though he said nothing. I sigh and fidget on the couch rubbing my hands on my bare legs. I'm wearing jean shorts while every other girl is wearing a cocktail dress. This was supposed to be a barbecue dammit!
"Didn't you say this was going to be fun?" Cade asks from beside me.
I roll my eyes and don't try to resist the urge to flick him on the nose. He quickly rubs his nose and scowls at me.
"I was just saying,"He mutters. I ignore him and set my wine glass on the coffee table in front of me.
"Where's your sister?" I ask no one I'm particular but one of them should know. I'm sitting her in the living room with Cade, Zoey, Reggie, Dayra but no Gemma or Cherry. I haven't seen either of them last night. I dropped them off at Cherry's apartment and that was it.
No one answers me. They all just shrug and return back to their mind conversations. I groan and stand to me feet. " I'm going to find the restroom." Cade just nods, while the rest don't say a word.
God I'm bored out of my mind. I round the couches and try to get through the mass of people. Gregory must be really damn likeable and rich to have this mansion of a home full with people. The crowd is polite enough to make way for me but I don't spot the bathroom. I do make it to the stairs and consider going up or not but quickly side against it.
Instead I just keep walking aimlessly looking for something exciting. Greg's home has speakers on his ceiling and the music works to fill up all the wholes in everyone's conversation with it's classical tunes. He also has many waiters and cooks on staff tonight. Not to my surprise none of them are cooking any barbecue.
"Hey, Arryn!" Vincent calls my name from where he stands with Greg and a group of well-dressed people in the space near the kitchen. Finally he wants to speak to me.
I walk over slowly incredibly self conscious of my attire and the fact that I'm the only female to join there conversation.
"This is my new friend, Arryn. She's also Gemma's roommate. Say hi ," Vincent introduces me and starts to introduce the men near him. He starts with the man on his leff. He's the shortest from the group but still very taller than me probably 5"9. He wears just a button up and slacks and a scowl on his face as he watches me and takes a sip from his wine. "This is *Nathan ," I mutter a hello to the man. The one beside Nathan seems more welcoming even though he's completly stoic. If it wasnt for his hand rubbing up and dowm Nathan's back I would've been convinced he was a statue. He's taller than Nathan by a couple inches and doesn't greet me at all. "This is *Caspar " I nod my head to him.
The last man is the one right beside me. He's preoccupied with his phone texting someone. He towers over me completly being the sexond tallest of the group as Greg is probably like two inches taller. Vincent opens his mouth to introduce the man to me but the man silently raises a hand to silence him.
The man then shoves his phone in his pocket and turns to face me. The man is drop dead handsome. He wears black dress pants and a white button up shirt but leaves three buttons towards the top revealing his broad chest. He has scruffle on his face, but it doesn't look like he forgot to shave but more like his style. My heart rate picks up as his eyes lock with mine. He smirks at me the mole beneath his right eye scrunching up with the smile. He reaches his hand out and slowly takes my hand resting by his side to shake slowly. "I'm Michael. Michael Farray it's nice to meet you."
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Red Sir, Red
General Fiction"But this was.. this was different." When does the line cross from BDSM to domestic violence? Is it when the bruises no longer turn her on or is it when Arryn's safeword stops being safe. //// If you are unfamiliar with the bdsm world, no worries be...