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Luna
"Hey wait up." A voice called me out from somewhere. We had just finished our rehearsals and I was sweating profusely.
I looked around me to find a very animated Charlotte looking at me, a weird grin spread on her face and her hand waving.
My eyebrows furrowed. She had her ballerina outfit on, we normally don't practice in it and for a second I wondered why was she wearing it, but after knowing her from a few encounters all I knew she was peculiar and unpredictable.
I sauntered in her direction, wiping some of the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, hi." She just bit her lip.
She just stared expecting me do something. "I-" I thought about a few simple things to say to her, but nothing came to my mind. "Okay...... bye?"
Her eyes widened. "Why?" she cried out.
"I think you have better things to do then be with me?"
She just narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you asking or telling?" She folded her hands.
"Telling?" She arched an eyebrow in accusation. I cleared my throat and then said,"telling."
God, being around her was fiddly. "So, will you come with me? She asked.
"Where?"
"To meet my brother." I felt need to laugh at her words. What would be established by meeting her brother.
"Gee, I-" I let out a chuckle. "Why should I meet your brother?"
She tilted her head. "I can only be your friend if you meet my brother."
I was about to say something, when she clasped her hands, pleading. "Please, my brother is very protective of me and he has to know who I associate with."
I felt the urge of sympathy towards her and caved in her request. "Okay, okay, I'll go." Her face beamed brightly. "But," I continued. "I have to take a shower first, then we'll go."
A few hours later, while dressing up, I couldn't help, but think about Ares Torrance. He terrified my thoughts, my subconscious steered clear of him, but an ache awoke beneath me that shivered at the memory of him.
In the midst of my thoughts, a pounding echoed, startling me. Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer. Someone was pounding on my front door.
I neared towards the door, I quickly spared a glance through the keyhole, it was blocked by a finger. Who could it be?
"Who-who is it?" I shakily murmured.
"Oh, it's me." An unusually chirpy voice answered. "Charlotte." Charlotte? I angrily opened the front door, ready to burst out on her.
"Couldn't you just ring the doorbell." I was met by a smile which dissolved into an 'o.'
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Romance[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I tried getting out of his hold, but he had more strength in his finger than I had in my body. He flipped me over until my back was touching his broad muscled front. "Leave me, Ares," I pleaded. He wrapped his arms arou...
