Heartbreak Hotel • jb( EDITING)

June, 19 1999

The vibrant red color of my silk shirt made my tan lustrous skin pop. I trailed my fingers against my collarbone down my exposed chest as I stared at myself in the mirror.

My fingers linger across the bruised skin of my neck as I massage the small love-bite, an outcast screaming for everyone's eyes to dart to the spot that's the shade of purple.

I had to cover it up. I take the concealer that sits on the table as I lightly push my fingers on the delicate skin and cover the bruise. My eyes grow heavy as they flutter shut, reminiscing his fingers on me. On my body.

His strong cologne that smells of the hands of a cold-blooded killer. It was strong and dark. The masculine scent that drove parts of my body crazy. I craved this man. I craved him more than I have ever wanted something in my life.

I knew the event that took place in the office was wrong. It was unprofessional, yet I continued.

My raging hormones exploded with desire for him. I couldn't stop myself if I wanted. It was unhealthy for me to feel so strongly towards the devil.

I didn't understand why he wanted me. His motives weren't clear other than the fact he wanted me physically. The worst of it being, that I wanted him just as much. Lusting over him as if he was carved of gold.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the clock. The bell rang as it kept ticking.
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The blistering sun ripped through the shades in the office heating up the room its self. I set my stuff down on the chair as Justin sits across the desk.

His face contoured in a concentrated look. His jaw locked, his fingers trace over the page of the magazine he holds as he skims through. His eyes were dark and focused in front of him, he didn't realize I walked in.

The sleeves of his white button up shirt were raised halfway, exposing no more than up to his elbow. His skin drowning in black ink, fully covered with tattoos.

His hair slicked to the side. He takes his fingers as he rubs his chin, his jaw clenching at whatever his eyes were stuck on. He almost looked aroused.

There were other envelopes addressed to Justin himself sitting in the far right corner of the table. I'm guessing he was reading a magazine he got in the mail.

I looked forward connecting my eyes with the cover of the magazine.

"Is that a porn magazine?!" I shouted.

Justin's eyes left the magazine as he looked over at me. He quickly shut the magazine and placed it on the pile of his mail.

" Whats it to you?" He says, not once embarrassed at the fact he was looking at a porn magazine.

"Pig. What's even sadder is that you order those." I bit my lip from letting out a chuckle.

"They relieve me from being sexually frustrated." He says eyeing me head to toe.

"I'm sure I'll be looking at them a lot more now too, you know, to relieve." He says as his eyes concentrate on my body carefully.

I look down at the desk to stop myself from turning scarlet. His words affected me and he knew it. The encounter we had is going to be the death of me. He was going to tease me about it.