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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"Unbelievable," She said as she pushed back her UV dark glasses. "You weren't going to tell me?" She asked, giving Ivaan a side glance. "If you're trying to marry me, I want to know it all. I want to come with, or nothing. This time we're doing it together."
He nodded, obedient and loyal to whatever she dictated, and in a moment of worry and stress, he grabbed her angry face and kissed her forehead. The angry lines in her face dissipated and her arms came around him, hugging him as his lips rested on her head. She hugged him as tight as she could, and she felt it, the weight of something she couldn't see, just something weighing her bones down, but it was a weight that was shared, and she was happier that weight was shared. Sharing the good, the bad, and the worst.
"I'll explain when we go on board," he said, licking his bottom lip and taking her hand. "Amé, you still have a chance to go. I'll have you safer here than in Russia, must anything happen."
"And miss the action?" Amé laughed. "Donavan is sneaking into my classes to take notes, I'll live."
The sisters noticed that look, he glanced up at the roof and took a deep breath. It made Ina nervous. What could be troubling a man that saw charm in everything and anything? What is his worry?
"Let's go," And he put an arm around Amé's shoulders and an arm around Ina's waist. They checked in in utter silence, passing their papers up front and to security next. It was fast, since they wouldn't be taking a normal flight. They'd be taking Ivaan's private jet, or what he called "a faster trip". Amé forgot how rich he was. The man basically wears anything he wants for comfort, and lives in a two room apartment in Washington, he doesn't spend anywhere as much as he makes.
He opened a black umbrella and held it above their heads as they went inside the plane. She didn't dismiss the men in black standing outside the jet, and were out of sight once she was in.
"We'll make a stop in Switzerland," Ivaan said, closing the umbrella and undoing the cuffs at the wrist of his shirt. "Um, Sam."
A lady came in from the back. She was a pretty girl, young, probably younger than Ina and she had a curvaceous full body. "Ms. Seele and Ms. Fengári I'll be your flight attendant tonight," and she gave a cheeky smile that screamed innocence and naiveness. Ina smiled and took a seat.
"Where's the pilot?" Amé asked, sitting down.
Sam pointed at Ivaan.
Amé gaped, her jaw unable to close.
Ina crossed her legs.
"See you ladies in a bit," he ruffled Amé's hair and kissed Ina's cheek, grazing her lips and giving him the satisfaction of her lack of breath.
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