Adresano

•Cold•

•Cold•
/kəʊld/
1.of or at a low or relatively low temperature, especially when compared with the human body.
2. lacking affection or warmth of feeling; unemotional.

Third person

Abiding a horde of questions thrown at you was not easy especially not for Alessia.

A month or so ago she was interrogated by Tiana, her brother and her family which was asking why she would not come home for Christmas and New Years but she shut them all out. Giving short and compact reasons and explanations just so they could leave her alone.

January weather in New Jersey was horrible for most, the cold weather with temperatures never going higher than 45°F and an average low of 28°F made it uncomfortable for many to leave their homes and go out into the chilly air.

Though the snow would not start heavily falling before the far end of the first month. Dark clouds keeping the sky from glowing and washing over sunshine, casting a shadow of glumness and longing for coziness.

For Alessia, it was the most beautiful time of the year. Coming from a state where low temperatures, snow and rain were unlikely to seriously rare, she enjoyed the cold and could not wait for the snow which was beginning to slowly make an appearance.

College was kicking fully in she was constantly studying trying to prepare herself for upcoming exams.

She avoided too much interaction with her brother, after she came to know about his side activity she acted wary, internally that is. Deep down she knew that her brother would never put her in harm's way.

Oftentimes she found her thoughts wandering around and about leaving her train of thought at a station called Kaden Adresano. She would shake her head and tell herself that it was silly to think about it. About him.

Even if she would never admit it to anyone —including herself— she cared a tiny bit for him.

Did he forget me?
What is he up to at the moment?
Am I still his?

Being objectified by a man was definitely not up to Alessia's standards, but whenever that question caused her to ponder and argue with herself, it wondered her more.

The feel of his skin against hers and his messy locks would forever be embedded in her memory.

It was wrong, she figured, but why did it feel so good, so right then?

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Kaden sat in the VIP section of one of the best clubs in Brooklyn, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he sat sprawled on one of the couches in a private room.
Legs spread, arms leaning on the back of the sofa.

His eyes had grown accustomed to the slight shadowing darkness, penetrating lights and red LED's emphasizing the glowing red light in the room and club a long time ago.

The door opened and a busty blonde woman entered, her breast almost spilling out of the tight —too tight— dress that covered next to nothing. She smiled crookedly, her operated nose twitching.

He analyzed her, big full breast, flat ass, botox filled lips and false lashes batting at him. She would have to do.

The woman advanced, sitting down next to him practically on his lap, she ran her acrylics down his chest and Kaden grew annoyed. He did not get teased, he despised it.