note from the kunt:
so y'all niggas are probably wondering why i haven't updated this fanfic in days. well, reason is that i have ZERO inspiration for what to write for this chapter. after days of being a lazy ass on twitter, i decided it was about time y'all thirsty bitches got another chapter from me.
consider this an early father's day present for all of y'all's daddies
just don't let your daddies read this cause y'all don't wanna find them masturbating in the restroom lol
*chapter inspired by shampain music video, skins, selena gomez's single come and get it, and wendy's french fries*
p.s. don't expect any sex in this chapter cause it ain't happening xoxo
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It's been two hours since I left the club, I feel like shit, and my feet hurt like a bitch. I'm standing in the center of a playground, it's attractions rusty and forgotten. I can tell it's been years since the swings and slides in here brought out the laughs of innocent children.
I tug the chains of one of the swings to make sure it's safe, then lazily plop down, the swing replying with a faint squeak. I unstrap my heels and toss them to the side, detecting small blisters on the soft skin of my feet. I take awhile to massage my feet, then my toes.
I lean against the chain of the swing, loosing myself in the sky. I lift my feet and gently push so that the swing begins to sway. I feel young again. Innocent.
"Madame, you do realize that swing is at the verge of collapsing, right?"
I look up to see a tall, slender man wearing a proper gray coat and baggy khaki jeans. He's holding his cell phone in one hand and a bottle of what could only be champagne in the other. He seems like somebody who should be on his way to a business interview, not at a park at five in the morning.
"Can I help you?"
"No, not really. I've just been wandering around. I've been through a lot of shit these past few hours," the man says, taking a seat in the swing next to me. He lifts the bottle up to his lips and takes a sip, then offers some to me.
I shake my head. "No thank you, I'm fine. What's your name?"
"You can call me - Ryan. Yes, Ryan sounds lovely. And yours is?"
I take awhile to come up with a fake name. "My name is Electra. Nice to meet you, Ryan."
He stretches out his hand and I shake it.
"So, Electra, what led you here?"
"Well, I was at the club and -"
"Your boyfriend cheated on you?," he asks, lighting a cigarette and then offering me one.
I take it and allow him to light it. "Um - yes. He cheated on me. What I don't understand is why I feel like this, you know. It's as if we were never even together." I exhale a cloud of smoke.
"Why would you say that?"
"You know what, I don't feel comfortable talking about this," I say, puffing out a cloud of smoke then tossing the cigarette on the ground. "I really shouldn't be doing this."
"Electra, you can tell me anything," Ryan says, and I watch as smoke escapes his lips, and then dissolves in the air. His lips look plump and soft. His eyes trance-like. I suddenly feel the urge to taste him.
I push myself forward and fall on his lips. His breath is warm, his lips soft and full of lust. Our lips lock and we kiss for what seems to be minutes. So much passion. So much lust. So much need.
I break the kiss to take a deep breath. We exchange looks and I can see his eyes are wise and begging for more.
"Thank you. I really needed that," I say, picking up my heels. "Thank you, really. Goodbye, Ryan."
And with that I'm off.
I don't really know who I am.
Am I Marina?
Am I Electra? Whoever Electra is?
I didn't know. But I was going to find out.
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i know this chapter was kind of dull due to the fact charli wasn't in it, but i promise the next one will be H-O-T. well, maybe. expect something similar to what occurred in chapter two.
as always, thank you so much for reading. it means a lot to know that people actually take time to read and to my surprise enjoy this fanfic.
stay fabulous babies, goodbye!
spanks and kisses xoxo,
eladio
