The Worst Man To Love ♡ NaLu

8th Downfall

"The man who holds her sanity."

Her green eyes glimmered mischievously, watching as her guards carried a rather drunken man to her room. She hid her mouth from her black folded fan, a chuckle escaped her lips. Her blonde locks tucked nicely with her Grecian bun, a few small strands fell at the sides of her face. She grinned, closing the door behind her. The sound of her heels rang inside the floor, getting closer to her target. "She thinks she always gets what she wanted." She murmured, caressing his hair. "But alas.." Her hands slowly removed her black laced gloves, the left side of her red lips curved upwards.

Her fingers went down at the sleeves, removing her dress. "You're mine now." She whispered in his unconscious form. Silence echoed the room, once the door came widely opened. His black hair came into view, a dumbfounded expression in his face. Her emerald tear drop eyes widened in surprise. "What?!" Beside the raven haired male was a busty blonde, gaping as well. "I didn't know.. you we're so... kinky." The raven male gave a close eyed smile, a blush crept his cheeks when he had noticed she was wearing her underwear. "Ahh- I... it's not what you think it is!" She quickly defended. A look of horror crossed her features once she had noticed that the male beside him was actually wearing a wig.

The newcomer female however, quickly left, a depressing cloud above her head. "I'd get you for this!" She heard her scream as well as hearing the man laughed too.

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Only the plates and utensils were chattering during the whole dinner, not unless you count Kamika's sassy escapades with her peers. Natsu remined stoic throughout but seemed to be a bit bored with her blabbering. Has she even ask anything about him? The red head was polite, although she could be annoying at times. I took a bite out of a spicy steak that Mr. Dragneel had ordered. Father had assigned him to be the in charge of this project.

She was a touchy feely person, giving his shoulder a slap once or a few times. He suddenly breathed in her ear, causing Kamika to loose in a fit of giggles. It look so strained within my vision. "I don't know what he sees in her. I probably looked much more of an heiress than her." She mumbled but it only seemed to hear from my hearing range. I gritted my teeth, remaining as professional as possible. I worked so hard in my father's company to make up for my forgotten sins. I didn't work because of the wealth but rather of forgiveness. I stood up from my seat, making both of them glance at me. "I'm full." My footsteps creaked harshly in the wooden floors in the areas near the back kitchen. Finding myself walking around the manor. Tired, I came back to my room.

I glanced through my phone to see that there was barely a cignal in the place.

I couldn't find myself to drowse any moment. The lights coming from other rooms were out. The lamp beside my bed was the only thing illuminating the room. I hugged my knees closer to my chest, a bored look on my face. I had decided to walk around the room but had found myself standing at my room's balcony. My hair breezed with the wind, feeling the tips of my strands all over my face. I quickly tucked them behind my ear. I was getting a bit restless for no reason. I yelped feeling another human presence behind me. "M- Mr. Dragneel, what are you doing here?" I stuttered seeing that he was red, his pupils a bit dilated, swaying as he strode towards me. "You're drunk." I stated but he merely chuckled. "I'm just tipsy, my dear."

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He shrugged, his head turning sideways. "I saw you and it feels like... home." My confusions starts to rose. Why was he like this? I feel my fingers grazed at the stitches on my skull, now already covered by my hair. "Why are you so cruel to me, Luce?" An echo resonated in my head. I gasp as his arms raised, caging me in between. I could smell the alcohol from him. "You should be with Kamika, Mr. Dragneel. I can't compete with your girlfriend." He started to laugh at my statement. "Is she really?"

Hmmmmp! His head came closing in, locking me with a passionate kiss. No matter how I withdrew, his hand secured my head, keeping me in place. My mind was haywire. I don't know why this sensation was driving me crazy. "You're still the same." He breathed. He came diving in for more. My mind feels so light headed, not from fainting but of what my body wanted. There was tingling sensations all over. I raised my hand to slap him but it seems that my own body won't let me. It feels like he owns me way before I could remember. "Where were you, Luce? Where were you when I needed you the most?"