Voluptuously Yours,

Roguishly Angelic

Dawn shot up in bed, sweat clinging her body and her hands clutching the sheets.

She gazed around her room confused at first.

The night sky shimmering outside when she realized she experienced an erotic dream.

She had seen Richard spreading her legs and guiding his erection between, as he leaned over her. Muscles bunched and his teeth clenched as he shoved in.

Now that she was awakened from that vivid scene, her instant blame laid upon what occurred yesterday.

Stupid enticing man took her to that strip club and in a manner of speaking, stripped her of her senses. He was about to kiss her again.

She knew it.

The way he was leaning and his eyes on her mouth, she knew but a blessed and partly cursed phone call ended their lustrous meeting.

He dropped her back home and all along the way, a pained expression was sketched onto his face. They didn't say a word to each other and this time the rigidity came from him.

His teeth gnashed as he simply stopped the car in front of the gate, not even bothering to enter the atrium.

When she turned to say something, he barked her a 'get out'.

Annoyed by his sudden change of behavior, she swung open the car door, letting herself out and slamming it back with so much force her body shook.

Indomitably, he sped away like a silent leopard. Except this leopard changed its spots constantly.

She huffed and screamed in the air. "What an asshole!"

She wanted to tear her hair when he still hadn't come back home. She thought maybe she could wait it out. Give him a chance to explain the sudden shift in his behavior.

But he was a no show.

Defeated, she stomps back to her room. Her mother was again out as usual and thankfully, it was another absence of hers that made her feel more herself.

She went into her room, took a shower and cleaned herself thoroughly. For some reason, Richard was becoming more disturbing, fun and worst of all, roguishly toxic.

Ooo...he is getting under my skin for all the bad reasons.

After the hot shower, she dressed herself into a silk lingerie gown. Whenever Dawn got angry or upset about anything, she tries to dress in a comfortable and sexy manner.

Her body was one of her own pride and joy. She had the curves and she knew it.

The long satin nightgown was a loose off white sheer garment that reached till her knees. It had a deep sweetheart neck with thin shoulder straps.

She had bought it with her second pay check and also due to a bad break up.

The guy didn't matter. It was what she went through that mattered most.

She felt so unlike herself with him and yet she had continued on, thinking it might change. Thinking the relationship would grow and maybe establish into something better.

An asinine and joke that was! Hating herself to think people would turn up to be good.

All her relationships grew with the covered layer of lies and manipulation. She couldn't stop it, of course but that didn't mean she would tolerate it.

One thing Dawn knew about herself that if she were given a choice between a man who constantly lied against a future of solitude, she'd choose the latter.