My eyes slowly scan over the scene in front of me, drinking in what some men would cut off a limb just to catch sight of; and the best thing? Most of them are mine. I was broken from my trance by a violent shove from behind, but catching myself not even a second later, I didn't break a stride as I swiftly turn around and punched Zach as hard as I could.
"GOD DAMMIT, ADRIENNE! You punch like a man!" Zach exclaimed, while cradling his shoulder. I think I even saw his eyes water.
The satisfied smirk didn't leave my face as I turned around and quickly tried to find what I had originally been looking for. "Well, next time don't interrupt my intimate moment with my babies, and you won't end up crying like a baby. I would have thought Ricardo would have made you stronger than this. Just wait 'til i tell him." With a quick look over my shoulder I couldn't help but start giggling at the scared look on Zach's face as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Close your mouth, and hurry up and get ready. I'll be in the office getting dressed, while you can get the keys for Stal, and whichever one you choose." With that, I left Zach to his own devices and turned onto a random path that led to an unmarked door. Walking through the door after unlocking it, the light turned on automatically and I was given the sight of what I would call my second home.
The room was rather spacious with a small pristine white kitchen to the far left corner of the room with white granite bench tops, and a small glass dinner table with stainless steel seats and white cushions to match. Directly in the middle of the room was a large white 'U' shaped sofa that had enough room for approximately 8 people, as well as comfy enough if I ever wanted to crash here. The sofa was facing a 70" plasma LED LCD TV that had class surrounding the screen, and a small glass coffee table with various things thrown on top of it was directly in front of it. Essentially, it felt like some master suite in a penthouse. Oh, and let's not forget the desk that was surrounded by folders and papers that constantly reminded me that I had to get around to doing the paperwork.
Striding over to the sofa I dumped the duffle bag on it before pulling out all the clothes that Zach had stuffed in there. I was actually quite impressed with what he got, considering he was a boy and all; I would have expected him to grab the first thing in sight.
Quickly putting the outfit on, and doing my make-up, I made my way towards the door to look myself over in the full-length mirror I had geniously decided to put in, rather than having a plain wooden door. Giving myself a once over, I couldn't deny that I looked like sex-on-legs. Starting from the bottom, I had a set of leather 12 inch ankle boots that made my 5"7 frame look particularly tall, while making my long legs look never ending. Leather barely-there, high-waisted shorts graced my lower body with a black and white beaded belt to add some style. To finish it off was a plain white tank top and if the situation demanded, a leather jacket. Basically, I looked like I was going to get picked up by a biker with all the leather I had on.
My makeup completed the look to total perfection, with my hazel-green eyes surrounded with black smokey eye, slight bronzer on my already blemish-free face, and shiny lipgloss on my pink lips. My hair was pulled back into a tight bun which allowed a clear view of my sun-kissed face.
With one last look over, I grabbed the dufflebag and marched out of my office... and straight into a hard chest. Oomph. Before I could fall backwards in a rare moment of the loss of my senses, a hand gently gripped my arm and steadied me. Glancing up, I realised it was only Zach.
"Sorry Addi, I was coming to tell you t- Damn, I knew you would look good in those clothes, but... damn," That was all Zach seemed to be able to get out as a low whistle soon took over as he looked me over. Looking at him, I realised he had changed out of his previous semi-formal outfit consisting of jeans, a dress shirt and a suit jacket and into a more casual look of a plain white t-shirt and a leather jacket. It seems we were both going to be sporting the leather look today.
"Are you done yet, Zachary? Instead of ogling, why don't we fast forward to what you came to tell me?" Giving him some time to collect himself, I turned around to pull the door shut and lock it again before facing Zach expectantly. "Well?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Oh, yeah, Georgio called. They're getting ready to start soon, and you're first up."
"Well, let's not keep him waiting."
Holding out my hand expectantly, I waited. Zach only looked on blankly, and giving a quiet sigh of annoyance, I said just one word. "Stal." Catching on quickly, he reached into recently changed, dark blue jeans, and pulled out a single set of car keys. Once the cool metal of the keys had settled in my palm, my hand curled around it as I swiftly turned on my heel and called out, "time to go."
On my way to my baby, I walked past some of my more extravagant tastes in cars; my Bugatti Veyron, McLaren 12C Spider, Ferrari Enzo, Porsche Carrera GT, Pagani Zonda, Porsche 911 Turbo, Lamborghini Gallardo, Aston Martin Vanquish, 2012 Lexus LF-LC, Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, Audi R8 Spyder Quattro, Mercedes-Benz SL68 AMG and lastly, my Jaguar C-X16. To say I love fast and expensive cars would be an understatement. Majorly. But that's not to say I don't have normal cars.
My ultimate baby, though, which I used for occasions like today, was my electric blue with black markings, Ford Mustang. She was named Stallion, or Stal as I like to call her; Mustang, Stallion, get it? So, as I reached her, I couldn't resist stroking the smooth metal of her hood as I made my way to the other side of the car. The coolness of the metal sent a shiver up my arm, and a bubble of excitement slowly grew inside me as, soon, my baby will be thrumming with life, and at the light pressure of my foot, she'll come revving with energy. Yes, this definitely made everything worthwhile.
Hopping into the car, I felt my body automatically relax into the seat; this felt like home.
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Fatal Temptation
Teen Fiction"Don't you ever get tired of living the way you do? Scared that you won't live to see the next sunrise?" "Scared? What's the point of living if there's no fun involved? Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse behind. That's all there is to...
