"You can't sit here all night, Mo Jane." The smell of stale wine hit my nostrils fanning from Cecil's breath. Her eyes hooded slightly from intoxication. She stood wobbling in short bursts, her poor legs begging her to take a seat.Scanning my narrow eyes over her, she began to be self concious of my gaze. I thought to myself that she needn't be, but she was a grown ass woman and it was none of my business what she thought of herself. She did need to slow down on the wine though.
"I can and I will." Short and curt was my response. I could tell she wanted to say something in objection but with one last look from me, she sighed softly and wobbled her way back into a group of people to mingle with.
As soon as we walked into this "cozy" apartment get together, I wanted to leave. All the men were incredibly uninteresting to look at and the women all seemed desperate somehow. Maybe it was the fake way they laughed out loud to obviously crappy jokes or the way that every single one of them seemed to latch on to the guys here.
I scoffed inaudibly. It would appear that Cecil has yet again dragged me to a singles party. She could have at least brought me to one that wasn't so...vanilla.
Grumbling to myself, I began to rise from spot only to be pulled back down by my waist.
"Don't tell me you're leaving already beautiful." Tan hands gripped my love handles gently. My body almost hummed through the fabric at how soft the hands felt. Heat began to rise up from the lowest pit of my stomach. The only word to describe this feeling was *rage*.
How dare this man put his filthy fucking hands on me. Literally ripping them off my waist, I stood and faced him fast like whiplash. The couch separated us by at least two feet, I silently thanked the heavens for the easy access.
Freckles. That was the first thing I noticed about this crazy man that had the audacity to touch me. Freckles plastered all over his fake tanned cheeks. Freckles that I was going to slap right off.
"Come on beaut-"
Like lightning I reached my arm out and with as much force as I could muster, swiped at his face.
A deafening silence filled the room, as a loud crack sounded. The freckled stranger's face now facing to left after my strike. My body shook with excitement, adrenaline coursing through my veins. A smile was scratching at the corner of my full lips. /Turn to me freckles. Come on, make my night./
You would have thought with him being so badly tanned you wouldn't be able to see how red he got with anger but there he was. So red he looked like he was about to burst.
He raised his fist up with quickness, glaring eyes meeting mine fiercely. My own chocolate orbs egging him on, which of course only made him angrier. A nice little snarl graced his face, his freckles dancing from the sudden movement.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" His voice bellowed. Funny, I wasn't a bitch when he touched me unprovoked.
His fist was coming towards me now and from behind me I heard a sharp gasp being let out.
"Mo Jane!" My wrist was tugged hard enough to pull back into the skinny arms of Cecil. Whipping my head towards her, I sent her a frustrated look. /I could handle myself, thank you very much./
A loud boom and a groan focused my attention back to freckles. Instead of standing behind the couch angerily as he once was, he was now laid out on his stomach in front of it being held down by the biggest guy I've ever seen. His knee pressing down hard into freckles' back and an incredibly strong looking hand strangling his throat. The slightest move and freckles would be out cold.
"Do some shit like that again and I'll break yer fucking neck mate." He voice was deep and low. A small chill ran down my spine because of the threat in his words. I couldn't help but notice an accent slipping through.
After making sure freckles was not going to move, the stranger lifted his head and his gaze shot right to me.
The most striking blue eyes met my stare. A little spark flashing through his eyes. My body was humming again with a different type of excitement.
/Who the fuck was this guy?/
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Flowers in Crates BWWM VAMPIRE
RomanceMo Jane was a mystery. Standing at five foot eleven and sporting a mean mug that'll scare the pants off of any man, she was not a woman you messed with and she made sure everyone knew. Her mouth spit fire and her hands held secrets. What happe...