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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Ina sat down after the call ended. She already spoke to Brown, and she's going to skip a semester. No, she hadn't dropped out, and yes she'd pay many expenses and whatnot regardless, but she just had to take the semester off.
It's been three weeks and nothing had gotten better. There was a lot of lawyers in the Adinov mansion, arguing back and forth on what to do, and everybody had come up with a solution. Was it free of risks? No. Of course not.
It was even worse when the head lawyer of the family was attending another entirely different issue. Valentine. Amé nor Ivaan would let that man walk free, so bothering Mr. Hasselhoff was a no.
Ina sent Amé back to school to finish her semester but, truth is, she needed her sister back. They FaceTimed and promised each other to be okay, to focus on the task at hand, but they both knew what each other needed, and it was to be beside each other.
Ina put her elbows to her knees, and her forehead on the palm of her hands.
She shouldn't have let Damon walk off. She should've poisoned him, should've been faster on her feet and done something. But somehow, some fucking way, stock value was decreasing, and fast.
"My love?"
Ina looked up.
Ivaan instantly became tense. He knew too that he should've kept Ina as far away from all this as possible. He knew that he should've done more to ease her worry, or been more demanding, maybe even more controlling if it meant her peace, but he couldn't. He couldn't treat Idina as anything but his equal, and as his equal, they shared the same weight, the same stress, and the same worries.
He got closer and stood between her legs, grabbed her face gently, and kissed her.
"I called Brown," she said, "I'll be taking this semester off."
"You shouldn't have," he said and dropped his hands to his sides. "You should be home regardless."
"I should be here with you and if you tell me again to go I'll kill you in your sleep," she hissed, stood up from the bed and took her robe and tied it around her waist. "I've been thinking and, I think we should just–"
"I'm not killing a child."
"But I can do it," she whispered. "I can," and she walked to him and took his hand. "This is a fight that a lawyer can not fix and I'm not going to let my beloved be mounted by a child, when you are a stallion Ivaan." With her hand she turned his face so their eyes would meet. "I can do this for you."
He pulled her by the waist close against his chest and with a dominating hand, kissed her. She moaned, their kiss shared like non-other, she felt it in her gut and her heart and she missed the air in her lungs instantly. He kissed the tip of her nose next, and her lips, her cheek, her lips again and hugged her, gentle, like a shielding blanket.
