⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

The tension between the two women had finally begun to boil over. The water between the two of them was always boiling, but now the contents were spewing and cascading over the sides of the pot. Putting two strong minded women, with strong opinions on what they wanted, how they wanted it, when and where they wanted it in the same room could go good or bad and in this case it was getting darker and darker. This time being the links they shared with the same man. "If I wanted that style I would of asked for it, but thank you for your efforts! They don't go unnoticed." Rihanna said with grin. She turned and lifted her shoulder as to wave Tae off. Tae bit her bottom lip and silently counted to five doing her best to not pull whatever hair piece Rihanna had attached to her head and drag her down the hall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath slowly, released it, and walked around the front of the table, she placed the image of the style Rihanna had originally shunned off back in front of her then pushed the others images she was looking at off to the side. "My efforts never go unnoticed here. Thank You. But this is the style we're going with. You're more than welcome to not participate, you wasn't our first choice to begin with." Tae said with the same matching grin Rihanna gave her just minutes ago. "Is that supposed to bother me? Was that supposed to be an insult?" Rihanna asked pressing her palms to the table and leaning in closer to Tae's face. Both women sat quietly, mentally trying to back the other into a corner. Tae's already slanted eyes seemed to completely close, while Rihanna's green eyes grew deeper in color. Tae smiled again and stood up straight, she smoothed the front of her flawless white shirt down and picked up the sample photos Rihanna had been looking at. "Not at all." Tae said with a smile. "Just remember, there's always someone bigger, badder, and better than you... and that's in... all aspects of life."

It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other. Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them. [warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns] ••• ©literalight | All Rights Reserved