Toxic Impulse ⁕

one.

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"Astraea..." the sweet and delicate voice whispered in her ear, "you look so fucking good."

Astraea smirked. She grabbed those slim hands and pulled the person from behind her, bringing them face to face.

Astraea eyed the slim feminine figure up and down, admiring the way her body accepted the olive-toned dress. She stared deep into dusky jade eyes that almost looked blue whenever the light would gleam over it.

"I always look so fucking good." Astraea grinned and grabbed the back of the woman's head, gripping a fistful of rose gold hair and smashed her lips against hers. She felt small hands begin to rub up against her back but using her free hand she smacked it away. She clenched the back of her head tighter now as her kiss became rougher. A second later, she pushed the woman's head away. Her mouth formed into an impish grin as she marveled upon the flushed face before her.

Strobe lights beamed and dazzled with speed to the high paced music. She stepped away from the young woman and placed both hands firmly on the railing as striking amber eyes inventively observed the crowd feet below her.

A rewarding smile forged, as she felt great satisfaction. A whiff of pride surged through her as she reveled in the enjoyment below in her own domain. She was not only a successful owner of this prosperous and naughty establishment but under thirty and a woman at that. Competition for the hottest spots in D.C was fierce. Even so, they were no a match for Astraea's ambition, ferocity, and charming capabilities.

Flashes of cyan and violet bounced along the walls, dancing with the boisterous mob. She raised her head and looked towards the other balcony across the crowd. She watched the dancing man bobbing in harmony with the music as he held headphones to one of his ears. Through dark shades, his eyes must've met hers as he raised his arm up and gave her a wave. She responded with a closed smile and a slight nod of the head.

She pushed herself away from the railing, slightly shifting her body.

"I'm getting a drink," Astraea said. Just as she pushed passed the slim beauty, she could also feel her body shifting in the same direction she was going.

"Alone," she specified. Her voice was soft but stern. The jade eyes seemed saddened as she slowly nodded, defeated, but turned to walk away.

Leisurely, Astraea ambled through the smaller crowd around her. She brushed passed shoulders, giving and receiving smirks along the way. Even in their elevated state, people seemed to naturally disperse making it easier for her to pass. She reached the immense half-spiral staircase and gradually made her descent.

The lights glowed upon her heated skin as if cued to spotlight her entrance. She walked down with her head straight, her heeled boots stepping with pride at each step. The fitted skin tight black dress hugged her petite figure, perfectly highlighting her small but polished curves. The chest of her dress was slightly see-through, giving a subtle peek show. Her bra-strap length hair bounced as she made it to the last step.

She wore her hair straight tonight, though it was full of life and thickness that allowed it to slightly bounce against her back as she walked.

Her attention was placed on the bar far on the other side of the massive room. With her destination in sight, she began her stroll through the lively horde.

Some gave her familiar grins and waves while the rest danced with hooded eyes, too far gone to notice. She was halfway through the crowd now when she felt slender fingers rub her from behind sliding along her waistline.