Miss Independent.

Chapter 8: What A Shame

Chapter 8: What A Shame

Peyton pulled on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans doing a dance around the room to pull them over her hips. She slipped on a dark purple cotton t-shirt and a black blazer over it. She rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. She slipped on black sequenced booty heels and brushed out her tight curls from work till they were bouncy loose curls. She threw on a light face of make up. She played up her lips with dark red lips, and played it light on her eyes by lining her eyes with liner and curling and putting on a very thick coat of mascara.

She smiled at her creation, she couldn't help but picture Christian's handsome face in her mind. She got butterflies. She loved their kiss today, she couldn't wait for even more. Hopefully she could get a few moments with him to herself. She really liked everything about him. He was so different than what she was use to. He was charming but such a gentleman. He treated her like she deserved to be treated but still made her feel things she had never felt for man before, how her body came alive when he touched her. She loved the way her heart would beat out of her chest when he was around. She loved how his eyes hypnotized her. How he treated her like a equal not just a object. She loved how she felt when he held her hand, most of all she loved how he was hers.

She still wasn't sure what was up with Stark. There was no way he was willing to give up so easy. Over some new girl? And since was he the type to commit? And if she was, why did she feel a ping of jealousy that some other girl won him over so quickly. Not that Peyton had put effort into it, but the look in his eyes at the restaurant that night. They were so gentle and tender, almost like he was thinking about her as relationship marital. It unsettled her that he so easily moved on. Then again didn't she do the same? The sound of the door bell woke her out of her thoughts. She cursed and grabbed her clutch and walked to the door. Putting in a pair of dangling ear rings.

She opened the door to see a very handsome Christian leaning against the door frame. He was in a white button down shirt that clung tightly to his muscular arms, two of the buttons were undone at the top showing off his collar bone and muscular chest. You could almost see his tan skin through the sheer shirt. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans. He was freshly showered and his hair was styled against his forehead.

“Hello there.” He said in a husky voice.

Peyton smiled. Wow he was hot.

“Hey you.” She said.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. She pulled him to her and met her lips with his. He chuckled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist. He finally pulled away.

“Well I missed you too.” He said smirking.

She blushed.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

She nodded.

He took her hand and walked her out to his car. She loved how much more subtle he was compared to Stark. His black BMW was a little less flashy. Just like the difference between Christian and Stark. Stark was flashy and flamboyant and Christian was subtle and comfortable. She shushed the part of her that loved the flashy take charge kind of guy. She smiled as he opened the door for her.