Chapter 9
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After basically buying hundreds of new makeup and supplies from MAC because the pharmacy didn't have my color, I decided to unpack my bags into the various drawers in my bathroom. Shadows, Primers, Beauty Blenders, Brushes of various sizes, Foundations, Mascaras, Lipsticks and Eyeliners all went into their separate drawers. It basically took me two hours to finish my goal of having my drawers packed neatly and shit.The long day I had and all the confusion I've had between Vince and I made me extremely exhausted. I layed down stretched onto my bed and fell asleep into oblivion.
'Dream'
I stood in the middle of a room that was completely white. My insides felt out of comfort, basically being distraught. I attempted to lift my foot, but u couldn't and I felt less comfortable by the second. I felt as if eyes were on me. "Hello?" I chocked out, but the only thing that happened was the lights in the room started to dim. And I began to panic. I closed my eyes shut and tightened them as I intertwined my fingers together. "Please tell me I'm dreaming..." I whispered, as I prayed to myself. I opened my eyes and fear was extremely evident. The room was pitch black, but there was something in the distance.It looked like a person, the figure looked lean and built as if it was a man. "I have a feeling that I'm not the only person in here." I whispered to myself and a tear shed form my left eye. Shuffling emerged from behind me. I stood still not wanting to make myself a bigger target. I closed my eyes and prayed again, but this time even longer.
My eyes opened and confusion lurked in every corner of my face. White, black and red walls, which had beautiful paintings plastered on them and black leather furniture placed all around the room. It felt breezy in this room capared to the others. I wrapped my arms around me and felt somewhat different. I looked down at what I was wearing and wrinkled my nose in distaste. -Since when did I have on a red robe?.
I was sitting on a white and black bed that seemed to be extremely huge. It was shaped as a heart and I was placed in the middle. Pink rose petals was placed all around me. I touched the soft pedals. My eyes gazed at them and something felt like it was tugging at my waist. I looked at my waist and saw two hands holding my stomach.
I looked behind me and saw a smirking man, who looked to be around his late twenties. He was fairly handsome and had the arms of a Greek God. "Hello darling, ready for our romantic evening?" The corner of his lips tugged to make a bigger smirk play on his lips. And his voice rang seductively through my ears. He seemed familiar but I couldn't put a name or face to it.
He climbed on top of me and embraced me with his bare chest against my robe. My heart trembled as my body yearned for his hands to explore my body. For some reason this man had my heart set ablaze. His lips pressed against mine and I moaned in approval. Nothing mattered anymore and all I wanted was his touch. My stomach knotted and butterflies ran through my whole body as he continued to kiss me. His hands roamed over my body and my nails dug into his back. He grunted, which only turned me on more. He removed my robe and left me in my bra and underwear. He pulled away and gave me a smirk. I gave him a nervous grin as my face flushed in embarrassment.
His green eyes grazed over my half naked body as a smirk played on his lips. "Guess it's time to finish you off." I smirked at his comment and the thing I said next scared me.
"I hope you can take care of this... We don't want to have me file a complaint about you." I giggled and bit my lip seductively, which only made his member stir in his boxers.
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