Karla's POV
Here I was 30 minutes later laying in a tattoo parlor, squirming on a table from the pain rippling threw my ribs. Across from me Stephen sat there watching me with amusent smirked across his lips.
"Whats so funny?" I said threw clenched.
"Your face, its so cute."
Are you fucking serious. Cute is all he can say. Im in unbearable pain from this tattoo I'm getting done.
"Cute. Is that all you can muster up right now. Im in a lot of pain."
"This is just your first out of many tattoos Butterfly. Pain is just temporary, the end result is Art." His soothing voice spoke and calmed me down.
2 hours later.....
"All done." The tattoo artist said and wiped the tattoo done again before letting me get up.
"I love it." I smiled as I looked in the mirror at the beautiful work of art adorning my body.
"Its beautiful." Stephen said as he came behind me.
"I know, thank you for getting me out of my comfort zone and getting me to get my first tattoo. " I kissed his lips.
"No problem. " he whispered against my lips.
"Well I'm hungry Stephen. "
"Well howabout we head back to the hotel and order in and watched Netflix." He suggested.
" I'd like that. "
I got all wrapped up and we headed back to the hotel.
Once we got back Stephen seemed sorta on edge. I couldn't really explain how he was. I just pushed it away and acted like I didn't notice it.
"So what do you want to watch?" I asked. While eating some Chinese food.
"I don't care. Anything really."
Thats it I was gonna get down to his attitude problem one way or another.
"Stephen I've been pretending the whole night I haven't noticed your attitude, but right now your acting like a dick. Actually you've been acting like this ever since we left the tattoo shop." After I finished. I let out a sigh and just go up off the couch and went into the room.
Why does a good night always have to be ruined. I wiped off my makeup and loosened up my ponytail.
I grabbed one of his tee shirts from the draw and changed into it for pajamas.
I decided to say eff the ponytail and let my hair down. As I walked back into the living room. Stephen was gone.
"Are you fucking serious." I said to myself. I went into the fridge and popped open a bottle of wine I found and started drinking it. No glass or cup, just straight from the bottle like a savage.
2 hours later
Stephen's POV
I walked back into my hotel room. What I was met with was crazy.
Here was Karla ontop of the kitchen counter, with no shirt on tits out and dancing to Beyonce.
"Stephen, where were you I've missed you." She slurred and jumped off the counter.
This girl was drunk. Extremely drunk.
"I went out to clear my head Butterfly. "
"Well I've been sitting here worrying about you. You wanna play a game. "She smiled. She was adorable drunk."Sure." I was kinda nervous about this game.
"Okay, so the rules are this..."
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Vogue's Butterfly (under construction)
Teen FictionStephen James is a model, but he has a deeper past that he has been running away from. Karla Rezy is a beautiful innocent girl that has never been in dangers way. When the two clash.. they destroy everything in their path @therealKarlaJ @whoiselijah