Asexual ✔️

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Violet refused to wear a latex body suit because one, she enjoyed breathing, and two, she didn't want to struggle getting it on and off. Kat and Nate reassured her that they would design her something more comfortable.

But if she knew more comfortable meant more revealing she would have told them to forget it all. At this very moment Violet was mentally cursing her friends for making her wear this. Though, if she had to admit the costume made her feel bad-a$$.

She wore a small black mask with cat ears that stuck out and smaller white crystals that outlined the edges. It was way more cooperative than the full mask they handed her.

"If I was straight I'd tap that," Violet turned around at the sound of Nate's voice. "But oh how I love being gay." He added when a group of guys maneuvered pass them. Violet sipped on her mimosa and surveyed both of their outfits.

Kat was adorned in a floor length sparkly red sequin dress and long purple gloves. Her fiery hair had more volume and curls draping over her left shoulder. And her feet had matching red pumps to complete the look.

Nate went for the more casual police costume. Shorts that was just above his knees and the buttoned top was tight, defining his slim build. A hat, badge and baton accessorized as a finish touch.

"Oh what a time to be slutty," Nate sighed stealing a sip of Violet's mimosa.

"I'm not bad," Kat analysed her dress in the reflection of the mini bar. "I was just drawn that way."

"Excuse me," a hand gently tapped Violet's shoulder and she froze. This couldn't be. No way that it was. What would he be doing here anyway? "Ms. Strong?" But the accent was too dâmn memorable.

"Giovanni hey," she spoke awkwardly. Not only did someone she knew attend these parties but it just so happened to be one of her kid's uncle. Damn it to hell's gates and back. At least he wasn't one of their gossiping mothers.

He wore a simple plush red and black robe that remained half way open, black slacks, and black dress shoes. His chocolate waves were wet and brushed back in a slick hair style. Yet, Violet couldn't make out who he was suppose to be.

"I didn't expect you to be here."

"Yea, I wouldn't expect me here either but my friends thought it would be a good idea. What about you?"

He paused for a while before speaking, "I usually sneak into these things all the time."

"I'm sorry but I'm still trying to figure out your costume. Who are you?"

"I thought this would be the easiest one to make out when I decided on it. Here how about now?" The wooden pipe in his right hand was pushed between the pink of his lips while he slid a hand into the side pocket of the robe.

"Hugh hot fúcking Hefner you dummy," Kat whispered cough.

Her eyes scanned the costume over once more before she made the connection. Hugh Hefner. Of course Kat would get it.

"Mr. Hugh Hefner, how could I've not guessed."

"And you're the seductive Cat Woman, yes?" Violet had to clear her throat when the whispering behind her got too loud.

"Yes."

"Fits you," he complimented, eyes trailing down to her exposed breast and curves, down to her thighs, and between her hips. He mirrored no shame what so ever while doing so.

"Le cose che vorrei fare per voi." His voice went deep and his eyes darkened.

Annnddd she was back to mentally cursing Kat and Nate out. She had no idea what he said but she knew by the look on his face it wasn't rated PG. See, she could totally decipher when someone else was sexually attracted she just would never be. Violet smiled and pretended she didn't hear him speak.

"Well, um I'm going to go dance a bit with them now. If you'll excuse me."

His eyes lingered too long on the twist of her a$$ when she walked off.

"Who was that," Nate finally spoke. "I'll be one of his naughty bunnies any day."

"Are we going to ignore the fact that he's Italian." Kat fanned herself. "Because hot damn talk dirty in your native language and I swear I'd become a robot and do his every wish and command."

"And what in the world did he say? Kat this is more your area; you took italian classes for two years."

"That doesn't mean I learned crap!"

'Let them have out their fantasies' Violet thought. In all honesty she was trying not to seem annoyed. This was just something she couldn't relate with them on and they'd never understand. When they couldn't seem to change the topic about the "Italian hunk" she found herself plunging deeper into the dancing bodies and further away from them.

Mi Gente blasted the speakers and she couldn't help losing her hips and feet to the beat. Ballet was so structured and precise it felt good to let loose and not follow any rules.

Her hands reached up to the ceiling and her hips were grinding the air. That is until someone secured a place behind her.

Nonetheless, Violet kept moving in the way she was before. She allowed the male to trail his finger tips from her arm to the exposed skin of her waist. She felt a bulge pressing against her lower back and she only pressed more into it.

A soft growl released from the male and he made quick work to turn her around and positioned them so that they were face to face, she was basically grinding on his left leg and he was rubbing against hers.

She gasped when she realized who she had been dancing with. Of course because this night couldn't get any worse. She'll never hear the end of this from Bonnie and Clyde. They were probably somewhere behind her gossiping out their a$$.

When the song came to an end she took a couple steps back from him and didn't dare to look him in the eyes but didn't dare look too far down either. She already knew what she would see: desire.

After the last guy she had been with, which was only her third, she came to terms with what she was after doing some research and promised herself that she wouldn't dare get dragged into the painfully embarrassing, cringe worthy, and quite frankly boring act of faking orgasms during emotionless séx.

Without saying a word she calmly exited the dance floor and then made a bee line to leave the party.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

I have three more hours before we bring in the the new year where I'm from but to be honest I've been writing all day and want to sleep. :/

Anyways on another note I enjoy writing this book so much that it may be done by the end of this week. I literally just wrote 3 chapters straight and about to start the 4th.

Love when a story picks up.

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