Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"Where are you going?" He asked, stretching a hand for her to take.
"I've got to go, Jake," Ina said, looking at her phone screen with widen eyes. "I– I'll call you later," and she handed him his clothes in a hurry.
Jake knew better, so he sat up and got dressed, catching her eye every now and then. She was entranced by his body, like a moth to a light, and Jake would've responded like a man being called by a siren had she not basically kicked him out of her apartment. He cursed himself internally for having absolutely no dignity when it came to the woman he laid bare his heart and body for, even if she had him on a leash and starving for affection like a dog.
"Will I hear from you again?" He asked, knowing better than most. He sat on her bed after putting his shoes on and waited on her answer.
"Maybe," she answered truthfully.
Jake got lucky, unlike most men. He met Ina in their workplace, when she had traveled to the Vatican City to attend a business/religious partnership deal as a representative and consultant. He had come to the states on a business trip and followed up with the woman most Italian men could only dream of with their eyes closed. This time, Ina couldn't have given a fake name or number, this time, he had come to her door and did her favors, multiple times.
But those favors are over.
"I guess this is a goodbye," he pursed his lips.
"Maybe," she answered again, with a smirk that never left her face. "Maybe I'll think of you and call you, so don't change your phone number, yeah?"
He nodded, like an obedient dog.
Truth was, she wasn't done with him. She sauntered to her closet and put on a long laced robe, covering all below her nipples and hiding nothing. Jake tried to focus on her brown eyes, taking deep breaths just to smell her Chanel perfume and choking confidence.
She walked to him again and put a hand on his belt, smiling. "My little sister is coming to visit," she explained.
Ina didn't want him to leave. There was work to be done on this man, for there was still a part of him that was independent to her, a part of him that still had self respect and pride. She wasn't done with him. Jake had submitted himself to be stripped of all that made him a selfish man and given all to a woman that asked him for things marriage cannot give. And so she caressed his face, and he closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the warmth that spread from his cheek to places he never felt warm in.
She turned away and gathered her towel and hair brush. Before she closed the door to her bathroom, sashaying her way there like a woman true to herself, she turned around. "Actually, stay."
She came out the bathroom one hour and thirty seven minutes later. Jake's erection had died by then after imagining the birth of Jabba the Hut and watching YouTube videos on surgeries. She shamelessly dropped the towel and he rolled his eyes back, falling back on the bed and groaning.
