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Preparing for Marriage...

TNA Fanfic

Word Count: 1175 approximately

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Triggers: none

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~~~~~ Rehearsal Dinner ~~~~~

Mason, Sr looks to Vivian, who looks to Robin, who simply shrugs.

“I’ll check the men’s room to see if he’s in there. Maybe he’s just ... freshening up... He was running behind leaving the office when I left...”

Robin quickly leaves the table before his mom could force the truth from him. He’d not seen Sam all day, nor spoke to him.

Knowing it was a long shot, because he’d just made the excuse up to avoid further tensions, he reaches the men’s room. As he pushes the door ajar, he feels her nails running against his chest, as she holds him from behind. Already understanding her meaning, he pulls her inside with him.

Checking to make sure they are alone, she turns and jumps into Robin’s embrace. He kisses her with every desire he’s ever had for her, thinking she has decided on him over Sam... finally coming to her senses.

He unzips his pants as she slides her thong aside for his entry, balanced upon the marble top vanity. She holds firmly to his biceps as he leans to give her all that she desires. In his widened stance, he wields her against him relentlessly, their love sounds audible beyond the closed doors.

Just as she’s almost found her release, moaning his name, he lifts her from the sink. Holding her in his embrace, he drives deep within her, increasing his thrust, bringing her to muffled screams of his name as she buries her mouth against his neck.

His accelerating pace brings both of their release simultaneously, both calling on the other’s name, foreheads falling against one another as they try to control their breathing...

“Well, then... I guess that I’m no longer needed... Robin, enjoy this win brother, as you’ve tried for it often enough...” Sam turns and leaves them to their embarrassment.

Both are sharing puzzled looks, trying to understand why the door wasn’t locked, frantically adjusting their clothing.

Catching sight of Sam heading for the doors leading out of the venue, Vivian calls out to him, but it is Mason, Sr. who halts his paced exit.

“What is the meaning of this, son? You haven’t been here, and now that you are, you just turn to leave without explanation... No cold feet now, son!”

“The son having cold feet would be Robin, dad... Seeing as how he was barefoot and tip toed deep into Sofia just now,” he says calmly under a soft baritone, as he greets approaching guests.

As they depart, Mason, Sr. finally belts out, “WHAT ??? YOU JEST ?!!?”

“Here they come now, I’m sure he’s still wearing her scent.” Vivian is making her approach to where Sam stands, but is not quite in earshot of the conversation as of yet.

Mason, Sr. turns on Robin and Sofia barking disdain, as Sam moves to his mom, apologetically kissing her cheek. “I can’t deal with this, mom. Love you, but I’m leaving.”

“Sam, son, surely we can salvage this!” Mason, Sr. says, attempting to gain Sam’s attention, but failing. Vivian looks upon Sofia with pure disgust, before adjusting her facade, not wanting to give clue to disharmony.

Some guests notice the tensions between the hosts of tonight’s dinner. Some notice Sam’s tense exit, and begin to speculate and gossip, as Vivian and Mason, Sr. make their way on stage to offer up some emergent excuse for Sam’s departure.

The next morning when Sam learned that Mason, Sr. had promised that the wedding would continue as planned, he mad his way to the venue. When he arrived, he’d found Sofia at the altar, explaining that they’d planned to reverse roles, allowing Sam to walk down the aisle instead. Murmurs began to arise among the guests, causing Sofia’s usual scowl to form.

The officiant began to question Sofia, who raised her voice in disgust that he would question her words. The doors fly open, and in walks Sam, making his way down the aisle as she’d explained that he would. Her “I told you” face shown proudly, she rushes to pull Sam to the altar. He starts to explain why he’s come... but she cuts him short.

“This is about that Lia person, isn’t it ?!?... You thought you were hiding her in your past, Sam? Is this what this is about? BECAUSE THAT’S JUST LUST SAM !!!... Ha! See, I still have the upper hand!”

Vivian, Mason, Sr. and Paolo look on appalled, but want to hear Sam’s reply. This was no longer up to Mason, Sr.

Sam had completed his end of the bargain as he’d asked, but marrying Sofia wouldn’t occur today... or ever.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Sofia. I was trying to handle this amicably.”

She begins to blurt out Dahlia’s full name, how she used to be a Russo employee, how she’d attended Princeton... and every scandalous fact that she’d uncovered out of her spiteful jealousy.

“Yes, Sam ... She’s the whore that you and Jay had your way with on multiple occasions... And you’d choose her over me, still ???”

Dahlia enters through a side door, making her way over to the altar, standing directly across from her, the place where her groom should be at this moment. She addresses Sofia first.

“YOU BITCH !!!” (SLAP !!! SLAP !!!)

Before Sofia can stop her, Dahlia has front and backhanded her face powerfully.

“How dare you speak of me that way. That was a very private misunderstanding. As for the things of my past, Sam is fully aware.”

Dahlia turns to the crowd, “Sam and I thank you for your attendance today. But, seeing as how we were married on yesterday, there will not be wedding taking place today.”

“The reception has been converted to a friendly gathering for your travel and troubles. Please allow us time to sort this mess before you attack Sam’s character.”

“My husband tried to discuss this last night, but couldn’t find the opportunity between Sofia’s moans of pleasure in the men’s restroom last evening as Sam arrived. Feel free to question HER fully, but as for Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Dalton, we have no comment at this time.”

She walks to Sam, joining arms as they take their exit. Vivian and Mason, Sr. sit flabbergasted by the turn of events. An embarrassed Paolo Russo drops his head momentarily before getting up to drag his hysterical daughter from the cathedral.

Vivian and Mason, Sr. eventually stand to address all in attendance... promising to update them on what this meant in terms of the merger and future business dealings. Many in attendance, well practically all who attended, were business associates and board members of the newly merged Dalton-Russo Enterprises.

As far as the personal outcome, they would make a press announcement of their sons recent marriage. It would be tactful and precise, excluding the indiscretions that occurred among the business heirs.

Robin had long took his exit upon Dahlia slapping Sofia. He’d await his reckoning at the Dalton’s Villa, as he avoided public spectacles at all costs.

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Becoming Mrs. Dalton Master List

Prologue:

Young Samuel  Dalton came into Dahlia Schuyler's world through the most sensual encounter she'd ever experienced... Then he disappeared as if a ghost, or figment of her  imagination... but her mind and body assured her that this was no delusion.

Sam had unexpectedly appeared at the same party Dahlia was attending. She made an instant decision, she would explore her sexuality with 'The Samuel Dalton'. He seemed way too drunk to deny her... following his drunken patterns. He would be the one to satisfy all of her curiosities... or so the rumor mill says.

Inebriated, Sam accidentally shares a night with her. The events that follow would prove to be one of the biggest misunderstandings either could possibly have...

Their meeting was of out her own desire, but Dahlia is left in a compromising situation... which leads to her plot for revenge on the infamous "Dirty Dalton".

She thinks that he left her for members of Zeta Psi Frat House to have their way with her.

The feeling of being one of Sam's discarded playthings would become cause for her to pursue a disastrous course. Unfortunately, she would discover this much too late.

Her plan:

Lure him. Bed him. Trap him. Marry him... and finally, UNDO HIM !!!

Once she formulates a strategy to enter his life again, she becomes relentless in her pursuit. Dahlia has convinced herself that no matter what it takes, she will finally make him pay for his past actions...

Will he learn of her masterful deception, or will she fall for her own web of lies?

Rating:This will be an EXPLICIT storyline.

Warning: It may contain some canon, but is mostly original content.

Book: The Nanny Affair Fanfiction

I hope you enjoy their journey! Please like, comment, or share if you feel 😊.

Bonus, EXPLICIT, Valentine’s fic

(Not for those who are against multi partnering and talk of drug and alcohol abuse)

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Sunday Six

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Slow Beginnings...

Robin walks over to the blonde she recognizes as none other than the “Business Princess” herself, Sofia Russo. He places a gentle hand to her shoulder. Surprisingly, she’s in tears. Highly uncharacteristic of her persona from Dahlia’s experiences at Russo Industries, although her time there was brief. She notices an almost unnoticeable connection between the two ... but before she can venture further into thought over it, Sam is being rushed down the hallway.

She can see that he is slipping away before them ... Her heart sinks, and she falls into the chair behind her ... She quickly gathers her composure in attempt to remain unnoticed ...

Vivian hysterically gives chase behind them, screaming out, “Where’s he going? What’s happening? SOMEONE ANSWER ME !!!!”

The Queen Returns...

He couldn’t disagree with her words. Anton Severus was the cause of their marital issues...  the loss of their heir .. the daily torment of their minds. He didn’t know what action to take with Riley right now... was she completely at her breaking point... or had she finally risen from her depression.

“Come to me Liam. I need you my King. I need to feel your strength run through me. Take me with every muscle within your body... I need to you to rape the final thoughts of this day from our lives.”

This is a language that Liam never had a hard time decipher meaning from. He took his wife, after she had ripped his clothing from him and he had torn hers away in return, with the roughness that she desired ... realizing this was a release that he himself needed to clear away all weakness that he had shown.

Leaving You Behind...

“So, you’re still going to marry him? Even knowing how I feel about you, Sofia?” She eyes him as if actually calculating the totality of choosing him over Sam... She leans to give him a gentle kiss of rejection, rising from their sinful position... never taking her eyes from his. “Be sure to clean his chair, we wouldn’t want to leave it that way when he comes in for final review of the disclosure agreements,” she turns to pick up the discarded lace, placing it in his handkerchief pocket, gently kissing his cheek...

As she moves to exit the office, she gives her reply to his question. “Of course, Robbie, business always comes first.” And then he is alone, wondering how he allows her to use him this way repeatedly.

Preparing for Marriage...

His accelerating pace brings both of their release simultaneously, both calling on the other’s name, foreheads falling against one another as they try to control their breathing...

“Well, then... I guess that I’m no longer needed... Robin, enjoy this win brother, as you’ve tried for it often enough...” Sam turns and leaves them to their  embarrassment.

Both are sharing puzzled looks, trying to understand why the door wasn’t locked, frantically adjusting their clothing.

Meeting the parents of Samuel Dalton

Look here Dahlia, I’m sure you did ya lil’ dance on my son and trapped his mind... but you’re dealing with a REAL woman.. and a ‘take no shit’ mother... What is your real intention with my son?  Vivian has never been one to hold her thoughts or her tongue...  

He is a billionaire darling... did you really think it would be easy for you to have him?

Facing angry parents...

(Back to the college days of this downward spiral)

Dahlia, your mother and I were already against you going to Princeton. Our choice was Harvard, and you know that. We tried to give you the independence that you promised would not lead to this moment right here.

When we got the call from the Dean of Student Affairs, do you know how livid we were... knowing that we would have to interrupt meetings that have been on our calendar for months now? What is this we hear of rumors being spread about you and Zeta Psi Frat boys? What in the Hell has gotten into you?

~~~~~~~ Not currently writing ~~~~~

My apologies if my chapters are a repeat of info posted in my Tuesday Tidbits... I am working my way back to writing...

Life interrupted my fantasy world, but I am determined to make it back soon... (Working from saved drafts)

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A Time to Heal...

https://youtu.be/EWgUmtksj20

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1165

Warnings/Triggers: Alcoholism, near Death experience, Delirium, Anxiety, crying possible, mention of blood.

~~~~~DISCLAIMER ~~~~~~~

Characters belonging to Pixelberry: TNA -Samuel Dalton, TRR: Liam Rhys, Leo Rhys, Riley Rhys, Daniel

OC: Dahlia Schuyler, Alina Dalton

*** High Emotion Warning ***

Deep breath, cause here we go...

~~~

Sam falls hitting his head against the nearby dumpster, the sharp metal cutting deep within his skin. He lay there unconscious but breathing.

He’d reached out for her, thinking she was beckoning him to her, but she was only his drunken delusion.

The raindrops were like daggers of ice beating against his bruises, as he’d become scraped upon hitting the asphalt. “Alina,” was the last word that he breathed out before the world turned to total nothingness as his eyes drifted close...

His hearing still deceiving him in his unconsciousness, he heard her call, “Sam!” Then he felt her gentle hand touch him, heard her gasps of fear as she saw the pool of blood circling his head...

Her call echoes through his mind, ““Hello, I need an ambulance!!!, Hello, I need an ambulance!!!... You’ve got to hurry, PLEASE !!!!, You’ve got to hurry, PLEASE…”

He’s unsure of why her voice has changed, this wasn’t the voice he had fallen so deeply in love with...

“Sam, ha ha, you’re proposing to me? Here ??? Ohmygod, YES ... yes ... yes ... yes...”

The echo fades as he hears her say, “Stay with me Sam... Please... please... Help is on the way... way... way. I’m going to try to get you out of the rain... rain... rain .. Hold on Sam... Sam... Sam...”

“She still loves me?... She still loves me!... I haven’t lost her. I need to help her, she can’t carry my dead weight ... Just move your feet... try not to allow her to support your full weight, Sam... Help any way you can ... My .. (hiss)... my head ... the throbbing ... must have hit my head... Focus Sam .. she can’t do this alone.”

Dahlia doesn’t know where else to go, but she’d given the name of the bar to the emergency operator .... She’d take him there... Surely the bartender wouldn’t mind ...

Staggering, she supports Sam on her back, hunched to allow his weight not to overwhelm her. She can feel Sam’s efforts to assist her. “That’s it Sam, we’re almost there ... You’re doing great!”

She reaches the door just as Daniel is turning the closed sign... She yells out for him to please open the door... “Please, we need to get out of the rain !!!”

Daniel peers through the window, recognizing the woman from before, and the generous patron who’d definitely over tipped him earlier ... Hesitantly, he unlocks the door and helps her bring him inside. “Do you have an emergency kit? I want to stop the bleeding if I can ...”

Daniel brings the emergency kit as quickly as he can, “Look, he can’t die in here ... I told him that earlier, too.”

“Thank you so much for letting me in, Daniel. He won’t be dying tonight if I can help it ... the paramedics should be here momentarily...”

She immediately begins to wash away the debris from the wound with the saline in the kit, using a makeshift cloth made up of wads of gauze, then applies wound seal just before applying finger pressure to the wound.

Sam hissed and groaned, muttering incoherent words... She asks for Daniel to bring her a bucket of ice and a clean dishcloth or towel. She quickly puts ice and a clean dishcloth or towel. She quickly puts ice in the cloth and applies it to the area swollen near the wound... “Sam, hold on... I hear sirens... just hold on...”

“Nnn... hold...,”said only in a whisper as his head lolls lifelessly... his frame slumps... Dahlia’s panic sets in... “SAM !!!”

Daniel ushers the paramedics over to Sam, and they quickly assess for pulse and breathing. They immediately lift him to the gurney. “How long has he been out?”

“Just now ... after I called 911...I’m not exactly sure originally, but he was unconscious when I found him... Please, he has to be okay !!” As the last word falls from her lips, Sam goes into a fit of convulsions.

“His body temp is low, breaths labored, clammy skin and heart rate rate is dropping. Let’s move, NOW !!”

“Where are you taking him ?!?”

“NewYork-Presbyterian Columbia and Cornell, but you’re coming along. LET’S MOVE !!!”

Dahlia watches in sheer panic as the paramedic works on Sam, the suction unit hummed strained noises as they attempt to empty Sam’s stomach contents... She can only hold herself tightly around her abdomen with one arm as she covers her gaped mouth with her trembling hand...

The shock of it all sets in... her actions... Alina’s death, the frantic run down the street in the cold stinging rain, the image of Sam in a bloody pool of water... her efforts in the the bar ... Seeing Daniel’s panicked face ... the loud echoes of the sirens... jerking and being thrown about as the ambulance speeds through traffic ... horns blaring... lights dancing across her stiffened frame as they raced in attempt to save his life...

“But, I... I love you Sam...I,” her breath catches, a lump forming in her throat ... “I’m sorry ... I’m not this person ... What have I done ?? Who have I become ???”

She watches as he’s connected to what seems like a million wires ... EKG abnormal... QRS wave...

Sounds of a flat line deafen Dahlia’s thoughts as her anxiety peaks... Her mentality shatters as she denies the truth of the scene before her ...

“Clear...,”  the female paramedic yells as she raises the corded paddles...

Dahlia’s frame goes slack, slumping against the wall of the bus ... “Miss? Miss?”

*****  Handling Alina’s confession ****

Liam plans to tell Riley immediately about Alina’s letter and his sons… but she seems more frayed as of late… He tries to reach out to her, wanting to hold her comfortingly, but she snaps…

“I’m not fragile, Liam!! I’m not shattering like some rock chipped window… I just need… (She settles in her tone and anxiety.) … I just need more time … The tears begin to well up in her eyes, but he never intentionally shows weakness before his Queen. She draws herself inward, folding into her own embrace, crossing to the window…

“So … Love, what is it that I can do … or have done for you? I’m always here...”

She cuts him short, bitterly… “NO ! No Liam, you’re not ALWAYS here… You’ll NEVER BE … here … not like before … Not when I need you most!” 

The pang in his chest radiates, crippling his breath… “LOVE …”

She quips quickly stopping his voice, “Just … go away Li-am… or maybe… I should…”

Not wanting to entertain the latter, he silently retreats from the room. His first thought is to call her physician, but it is cut short as he is approached …

~~~

“Brother! I came as quickly as I could…”

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Becoming More Than a Woman...

The Nanny Affair Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is now curiously interested in Jay Christopher Hunt, although silently pining for Samuel Dalton still.

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned) 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None.

Word Count:3,300 approx. ( A lot changed this chapter...)

Dahlia had finally reached a settled place in her campus routine. The horrors of that dreadful morning long from her thoughts.

She even pledged and became a part of the elite Alpha Sigma Tau sorority at the strong urging of Jay. It was there she met her newfound best girlfriend Jenny Klein, who Dahlia called Jen. These two would come to be inseparable over time.

Dahlia had never had any real bonding experiences, but Jenny would become the 'girl' support she never knew she couldn't live without until they met. She finally had someone to bond with other than Jay, and it was a good addition to the duo. It would provide a needed distraction from the unexpected feelings Dahlia was having about Jay.

------------------ A close to a chapter, Jay graduates ------------------

It was coming up to Jay's graduation, and he'd move on to his new job. Until now, he had respected the fact that Dahlia wasn't ready to be intimately close to anyone; but he felt the time had come to express the feelings he'd held back for so long.

She was no longer this young girl that had caught the eye of many, but had blossomed into a very sensual young woman. She'd become focused on her studies, and learned that the 'party girl' was not necessary to explore her sexual curiosities.

She had watched an episode of Oprah Winfrey's that talked of self exploration. It spoke to learning our own body and its' G-spots so that, when the time did come, it would provide a heightened experienced with the right partner; helping them to position where you were most sensitive.

Dahlia had ventured to an adult store and discovered many artificial lovers to satisfy many of her desires. But, truth be told, it was the sensual kisses and caress of her body that aroused her most.

She had supported Jay's athleticism and his extracurricular activities; and even fantasized about him, but her heart had already been captured by the one who'd hurt her the most.  She would never want to use another in attempt to get past feelings that haunted her still. But, she had not laid eyes on Sam since that morning. They'd never even formally introduced themselves to each other. How would he have found her anyway?? She shrugs the thought away, sifting her thoughts back to Jay.

"Should I see if we could become something more? No, that'd be selfish, Lia! He's leaving after graduation... This could open future possibilities, though... Oh, Girl!! How'd you ever become so indecisive? This isn't you... You're that 'I see it, I want it, I'm having it!' type... Just go for it... Even if it only brings one fantastic night... UGGGHHHH!!!!  Just ... don't count it out just yet..."

-------------------------- Jay’s Graduation -------------------------

The day comes...

Jay graduates, and Dahlia and Jenny are there among those cheering for him, although these two are most definitely the loudest. He looks their way with the biggest smile she has ever seen on his face and winks. Dahlia's center twitches at the gesture, as if finally coming to agree with her earlier thoughts.

Even her heart flutters at the sudden thoughts of him naked and pleasuring her. "So we're going, right? ... Lia?" Pulled from her explicit imaginations, she questions, "What Jen? ... Going where?" Jen gives her that all knowing mischievous grin... "To the Zeta Psi party? They're even hosting celebrity music entertainment. It's all the talk around campus, but they won't even hint to who'll be performing. Tell me we're going ... We can't miss this!"

Dahlia is instantly sucked into a state of panic... her heart racing. She breaks out into a  sweat, but doesn't realize. "Hey  ... hey now... What is it Lia?"

She turns to Jen, preparing to explain, but before she can, Jay runs up and lifts her from behind, full of energy, saying that the two of them have to accompany him to the Zeta Psi party; seeing how it will be his last before leaving. "Hell, yeah! We're there," Jen answers for the pair. Dahlia offers a weak but enthusiastic smile and nods yes, thinking,  "What's the worst that can happen with Jay by my side?"

"We've got to dress our finest since this is Jay's last Frat party, and we'll be on his fine ass arm ... Let's go shopping... We'll catch up to you at the party... Text you when we're outside, Jay, so you can walk us in. Bye-eee!"  And just like that, Jen drags Dahlia away, not giving either of them a chance to interject.

-------------- Shopping with Jenny --------------

“Jen, have you ever just wanted to experience something that just happened from pure chemistry, not from someone’s planned manipulation?”  Jen looks in the floor length mirror, holding a very short but expensive dress against her frame. “Hmmm, I mean… sure, who hasn’t? But haven’t you done that already with “Dirty Dalton”? If the rumor mill is correct about him, you couldn’t ask for more chemistry than that” She notes that Dahlia never replies.

“Oh, I am so sorry. That was just insensitive, and I didn’t mean to be. Forgiven?” She walks up to Dahlia, placing the Gucci outfit against her… “Now, Jay just has to see you in this. He will literally drop to his knees. Whaddya think?”

“I think… this Black Card has no limit… But should I, Jen? Have a limit? The last time I gave in to my curiosity, I got humiliated. I think the part that hurt the worst is not even knowing why.” She doesn’t wait for Jenny to respond, she takes the dress into a private fitting room and undresses. She didn’t realize that Jenny had come in with more outfits… “Damn, girl! With a figure like that, I need to find Dalton myself and fuck him up for you. It just makes no sense. Did you ever try to find him? You know, to question him about it all?”

As she slips on the dress and spins around, she simply shakes her head no, but Jenny can see the tears building in her eyes. “I didn’t even give him my name. He probably doesn’t even remember what I look like he was so drunk. So does that make me the real bad person in this? Luring a drunken guy into sex? I didn’t think that through at all Jen. But the rumors… those damned rumors... “

“Dahlia, we’re in college. We are going to have wild nights. At least with Jay.... you have gotten to know him. And he is always around, so I doubt you have this to worry about with him. But, I do think that you should use the judgement that feels best to you. This way, if any regrets, it was only because of your choice, not anyone else’s suggestions.”

When Dahlia looks away from the mirror as she smooths the fabric against her curves, she sees that Jenny has found the perfect outfit and is posing in the mirror from behind her. “So, I have mine… please tell me that is yours… or that we will just take this all and decide away from here. I can’t linger in department stores. I find that you only know if it looks right in your own personal room… So, grab daddy’s card and let’s get out of here. And for the record, I think you are overthinking things. Let’s have fun, girl! Jay is leaving soon! And besides, you know we always pregame!”

--------------- Zeta Psi Celebrity Graduation Bash ------------

The DJ has decided on a love theme, that is until the celebrity entertainment takes over. As the bass vibrates through those closest, the words of “Every Kind of Way” by H.E.R belts across the yard. The outdoor decorations surpassed all prior parties hosted by Zeta Psi. Dahlia texts Jay to let him know that she and Jen have entered, forgetting that she was supposed to do this as they got close to arrival. She was uneasy about being back at the place where her college nightmare began. She quickly scanned the crowd for Sam, thinking that there is no way he’d be here. She hadn’t seen him in years, but there was just something tugging at her gut. But what exactly, she had no clue …

Jay appears and escorts the two across the dance floor to the VIP section. The signage stated that this was Jay’s private area, no guests without his explicit permission. It also stated that the celebrity entertainment would visit this area after each performance to provide a special tribute of Jay’s choice. 

Jenny immediately made her way over to the bar area, winking to Dahlia, squeezing her hand just before making her way through the small group already inside Jay’s VIP. Jay pulled Dahlia onto the dance floor, not wanting this song to pass before he could tell her how he felt. This was perfect for his words he thought.

As they danced in a slow sensual rhythm, slow rolling their frames together, he began to speak against her ear. “Can I introduce you to womanhood Lia? I mean… I know that you think Dalton was it for you.. I just want to show that there’s so much more out there for you… If for nothing more than to heal the scars he left on your heart and body. Who knows what this could become… but, for now, I’d like to be the one you trust… the one to help you live again…”

She can’t believe that Jay, man of ample choice of women, wanted this moment… with her. Shyly, she responded, “If the night leads there, we’ll follow it through… is that an okay answer?” Without a word, he leaned in gently... kissing her lips, cupping her chin, pulling her into the most hair raising kiss of her life… and based off of the wetness she now felt, she couldn’t help but imagine the feelings he would take her body through…

“Damn!,” is the soft whisper she gives as he pulls away. The darkened stare between them providing the answer for the ending of their night, he took her under his arm and guided to the center of the  dance floor. Tonight, everyone here would see that Jay had staked his claim on Dahlia.

Looking around, she saw Jenny full on grinding with a guy she didn’t recognize… but there was much still left to discover about her newfound best friend... As the first celebrity makes his way to the stage, the music to 2012 begins to play in preview… His voice over the mic causes the crowd to go insane, looking frantically around, and then finally singing along echoing in unison…

”And they depended on us... to make earth shaking love …

As we lay down, lay down..

Tellin’ me to go harder, go harder…

I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker…

We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down now” ...

until at last, Chris Brown takes the stage with guest dancers from Dahlia’s sorority.. Screams from the females erupt, but the men just take this as their cue to grind more sensually, as if mimicking this Master of Grind.

As Dahlia teased Jay with the sexiest body roll she could give, her hips sway dramatically from side to side as her full ass grazed every inch of him, as she lowered and raised her hips. He matched her movements in a reverse grind that had her wondering if he danced like he fucked… Oh, but soon, time was definitely going to provide that answer. Her nerves and anxiety were growing by the stroke.

Spinning around into his muscular grip, she laid an ear to his chest to gauge if he was as turned on as she was right now… and sure enough, his heart raced faster as she tightened her grip around his waist, pulling him into her… immediately feeling the fullness of his arousal.. Turning to look up into his beautiful hazel eyes speckled with a flaring green that was hypnotizing. “What is it Lia?,” he asked with the sexiest grin…

The DJ announces the next entertainment up as the music changes. Up next, Summer Walker with “Girls Need Love Too”...

Tiptoeing to whisper against his ear as he lowered to her reach, “I think I’m done being a little girl… I want that womanhood you promised me… right… now…” She gently nuzzles into a soft kiss of his earlobe, moving along his neck as she lowered to her heel, reaching his lips… Kissing him in the most inviting way she knew how… Knowing that when she pulled away, he’d be eagerly dragging her away to please her. Proving her correct, he raced off of the dance floor, carelessly pushing dancers out of their way… with only one goal… ecstasy!

-------- The secluded place from ‘that night’ in Zeta Psi Frat House --------

As they backed through the door, kissing and groping with a fever racing quickly through them both, Dahlia stopped cold… her eyes darting around the room… She reaches quickly, taking Jay’s hand… “Not in here, please.” Tears begin to stream down her face, but Jay steps close and gently kisses them away. “Lia, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Jay… You know that I do, but…”

“No buts, you can do this… I’ll heal you through this. It’s just me and you… And this time…” He locks the door, and even slides the chain lock into place. He opens the window… “Let them hear us… but they will never get a second chance to see your gorgeous body… That, Lia…” He hesitates as he pulls her to him, taking one arm and then the other, his hand guiding her head to lay against his firm chest. “That will only happen with privilege… at your desire… NEVER… and I do mean NEVER…”

He kisses the top of her head, tilting it up to allow her to see the seriousness of his words… “Happen again… or so help me, somebody is getting fucked up in the worst way… Do... (kiss) you (kiss) feel (kiss) me?”... Is the last words breathed against her lips before she kisses him like he has saved her from death… The heaviness of their breaths audible as they feel each other as if committing the images to memory.

Dahlia stops the kiss only to say these few words, “Heal me Jay… I trust you completely.” With that, he lifts her and lays her gently on the bed. He strokes her body as if it is the only one on Earth, admiring her as he tells her of her beauty, as she becomes exposed to him  inch by inch as he relieved her of her clothing… 

Kissing and appraising every newly revealed part as a sculptor appraises clay being formed into a new masterpiece. “I just need to warn you, Lia...it’s not average sized… You may scream out… a lot… but it will definitely be from pleasure and the best pain you could ever experience. I’ll be as gentle or as rough as your moans and commands tell me to be. I’m your new toy to control.”

And with that, he sits back to watch her eyes as she watches him expose himself to her. Once the sculpted manliness is completely free for her view, he asks softly, “Think you can handle me?”

“Oh damn … Jay, I’m going to take all of you… bury it deep and never let me go … it’s all yours tonight.”

He begins by kissing her as if she was his bride on their wedding night. The smell of him driving her senses mad… the feel of his lips on her skin sending heat rippling throughout her. “I hope you don’t mind, but… I’m about to cause you to sweat that perm out.” He grips her under her arms, taking hold of her shoulder as he eases inch by inch slowly into her soft center which allows for stuttered entry. “ Relax Lia, I’ve got you,” he whispers against her lips as she kisses away the pain of his entry. Her walls quiver against the pressure as they become slick from the pleasureful pain he promised to give. “Damn, Jay…,”she sighs as his base finally connects to hers. “Just hold it there for a minute, and kiss me.”

Jay did just as she asked. The feel of his tongue exploring her mouth was so tender and awakening that she was coming unglued. No one had taken the time to just kiss her this way. He found the most sensitive spots of her neck, kissing them with delicacy, grazing his teeth gently against her, never once moving inside her… but his throbbing excitement shook her walls. As if hypnotizing her, she moved in gentle strokes taking in every veiny touch as her orgasm began to climax from just this simple motion.

Sensing this, Jay kissed his way down her center, giving small attention to her navel, causing her to arc against him. Damn, he was finding every sensitive place… his breath proving her sensitivity lied further down… the gentle wind caused her to shiver. Withdrawing, he asked if he could drink of her precious flow, staring up at her for a reply… Without a word, she lifted her center to his mouth as she opened herself completely to him. “I want to savor this, hold on for as long as you can, then just give in as you need to.”

The slow but steady rock of her hips against his face began to slowly build as her senses exploded into a pleasureful flow over his tongue thrusts. As she shudders through her orgasm, screaming out in overwhelming pleasure, he keeps his hands on her to steady her. His goal is to bring another, stimulating her until she can’t take it anymore, until she begs for him to take her… to give her all of him. It doesn’t take long, reaching her ejaculation within minutes of his continued persistence against her insides, inserting himself again to finish her properly.

As his veiny arousal stoked the internal spark, igniting into a blaze spreading throughout every nerve ending, the steady trickle of her excitement brought forth his throaty moans, as his tongue danced against hers. His hand trailing her frame as if seeking out every erogenous space on her delicate skin, sending shivers rippling behind each gentle touch.

Her eyes rolled in euphoric bliss as his breath ghosted against the silhouette of her neck, until he took her earlobe gently between his teeth. Scraping along the outer edge, licking the inner rim, until gently sucking... Fingers now gliding through her roots, tracing sensual strokes, as he follows with gentle tugs to stimulate blood flow. Her breaths stalled in response to the intimate thrust to her folded frame.

"Turn over Dahlia," he whispers as with a slight kiss behind her ear, moving for her reposition. "Lie flat with your legs closed, I've got it from there." She does as instructed, feeling him straddle her backside. He strokes her ass, feeling the toned curve before spreading her cheeks enough to lower himself into her center. The tight entry causes them both to suck their breath. Her walls clenching him inward, his length being coated in her natural lotion. Easing until he meets her ass, he lays against her withholding his full weight, and slowly thrusts until the feel of her takes over his control. Thrusting roughly, the long stroke of his hardness draws out her throaty cries... Hearing his name called, feeling her claw his sides, watching her turn so that he can kiss her to completion caused him to lose all composure, both sex organs quivering as their release sounds out through the open window.

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The worst case of deja vu...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking.

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Explicit

Trigger Warnings: Promiscuity, alcohol consumption (by minor)

A/N: @thefrenchiemama​ ... as promised, I hope to have explained if Sam ever looked for Dahlia or if he ever came back after he left her at Zeta Psi.

I have been off my usual writing regimen of Stella Rosa and mood music... I hope it’s still a spicy read, and I will gladly answer any questions you have about this post... but can’t give too much away, lol.

Thank you so much for binge reading my series. I love you for it! Enjoy!

So, let’s just do a little recap of how this whole entire nightmare started for Samuel Dalton. “Mr. Perfect Size” had the reputation of being the one to get next to if you wanted a sexual experience that you would remember beyond the grave.

~~~~~The Rewind~~~~~

The rumor mill around Princeton was that Sam had no limits; that he was miraculous at inducing that desired state of euphoria of his own design, but he was a also man that would be open to almost any request, once you had the pleasure of being the object of desire for the night.

Now “Mr. Perfect Size” as he had become labeled by many of the females who dared speak of their union with the young Dalton heir. It was never his intention to have this image, but the fact that it pissed his father off to no end made this an easy path to continue.

Many of his relations were with the daughters of clients or potential clients, board members, or employees of Dalton Enterprises. Their parents would have to console their brokenhearted daughters, which was no easy task, especially when they had the huge misconception that they would be “the one” to finally catch his attention.

Mason Dalton had all but given up on forcing Sam to comply to his demand to change his behavior, growing ever tired of having to calm the tempers of the business associates he’d worked for years to build the proper rapport with.

Vivian, Sam’s mother, always told her husband that he was overreacting to it all. She felt that it was the responsibility of the girls involved as much as it was their son’s. She also impressed upon the fact that he would one day bear the burden of Dalton Enterprises, having to make many unwanted sacrifices in his personal life as they had. Her request to her husband... to leave Sam to his vices until a time closer to having to assume responsibility of the legacy they were building for him and his brother, Robin Flores. Mason would comply for now, but fully expected to see Sam correct his inappropriate course long before his time to lead Dalton Enterprises.

~~~~~ Zeta Psi ~~~~~

Dahlia led a drunken Sam away from the party to prove the rumor mill’s truth. She downs the last of her liquid courage as he finishes off his last drink of the night, already have had way more than his share. 

She throws all caution to the wind, kissing him with such fervor that his core filled with excitement, his hands roamed pleasurably along her frame, teasing her navel with his thumb, igniting the nerve endings of her abdomen as he grazed his fingers along her silken skin, causing her to shiver at his touch.

Once away from prying eyes, not that it really mattered, because all ears bore witness, Unknown to Dahlia, this was a regular thing in the Zeta Psi House. And the boys were always teasing each other or collecting on bets the next morning.

He took her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed, sitting her down gently as he wedged himself slowly between her legs. His hands find their way under her tube top, teasing her breast, feeling her nipples rise as the pads of his thumbs circled against them. Lowering himself, he eased her top up to suckle her peaks before sucking along her breasts, then down her center, gently biting at her crotch through her Tommy jeans before running his hand along her center and thighs... leaning back up to kiss her once again.

He quickly removed his shirt, as she tugged at his jeans, gripping his length in her excitement to see if any part of the rumors rang true before undressing. She would truly become tempered if she had chosen wrong... but the things she’d heard... and from his firmness right now ... she just needed him naked... NOW...

Seeing her anxiety, he took control, and soon... his beautifully toned body was flexing under her touch. Her kisses along his six pack as she stroked him caused a quiver of arousal throughout his body. Her small hands gripping his sides, she guides his masculine frame to her mouth’s touch, flicking her tongue against his navel, then lowering to his massive girth.

Looking up into his eyes as her eyebrows arc in excitement, she licks the head... teasing circles around it before closing her lips over it with a slow suckle, before downing the entire shaft as her mouth watered at his pulsing entry ... She knew he was enjoying her, not even having the best part yet...

The desire in his eyes boring straight through her clothing, her nipples hardening as he pulls her hair into a tight grip, gliding in and out of her mouth sensually... his low husky voice saying, “I’m gonna fuck you slow, just like this... I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll catch a cramp.”

Not wanting to give in to this vixen too early, he pulls her head away almost roughly, bending to thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, sending a fire through her causing her to squirm with need.

His hands being mastered, he has already removed her tube top, as he guides her backwards, ripping her Tommy jeans off, easily taking her laced panties along with them, before climbing over her to take her sex as if she would disappear without his touch.

After successfully causing her hyperventilation from his tongue play all about her body, finding her center, after lifting her legs over his shoulders, thoroughly tasting the delicacy now pooling for his fulfillment.

Sensing an unusual innocence about her, Sam decides against his customary roughness in his inebriated state. Cradling her frame, he rolls her into a straddle, gently thrusting upwards into her center as she gasps, but remains focused on his pupils... wanting to see every flicker of excitement rushing through him as he takes her tenderly. Her moans and crying out of his name  echo throughout, telling of the night’s pleasures, Sam reciprocates her love sounds in his own grunts and groans, both loudest in their continued release.

True to his reputation, the positions he takes her body through in the course of the night gives her such a euphoric thrill, she falls asleep in exhaustion, cradled in his secure embrace.

Remember this moment...

Unable to process the  escalation of  pleasure, she cries out, clawing into his shoulders  unknowingly… until she reaches full climax and release… just before  passing out.

He eases up to kiss her, as she lies asleep in exhaustion. He silently dresses as he decides to get breakfast for them both. She looks like the caramel macchiato type… I’ll get Starbucks, too… and fruit or danish or both.

He  finds himself unexpectedly excited to do this for her… his newfound  treasure… She’s different from what he’s used to… He  uncharacteristically wants to get to know her more… to experience her  more…

He takes one final glance at her before gently pulling the door closed.

Now that we’re caught up... This is what happened next...

~~~~~ The Morning Mistake ~~~~~

Before leaving for breakfast, Sam went to a friend that he knew to let him know that he still had company upstairs, and that he would be back soon should she happen to come downstairs asking for him. He asked that he ask her not to leave, that he’d like to spend the day with her.

Once he agreed, Sam quickly exited in hopes to return before she woke.

That brings us back to this moment...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking. A few were even licking their lips, and making snide remarks and gestures.

She  couldn’t believe her eyes… Did he send them to have their turn with her?  How could he think that little of her? Or that she was that type of  girl?

She scrambles to dress... only managing to cover her private parts with her clothing, brushing past the guys as quickly as she could… all the while in  total horror and disgust… Tears began flowing uncontrollably over how silly she had been to  think otherwise of Sam… He’d had the label “Dirty Dalton”, but she didn’t take it to be true… UNTIL NOW !!! …

Jay saw Dahlia running through Zeta Psi’s house and tried to catch up to her. She had already made it out and to her car. He could see her frantically dressing as the tears burned down her cheeks. For a brief moment, she just beat the steering wheel furiously, then she managed to start her car and drive off, nearly hitting the sleek black Audi pulling into the parking lot.

~~~~~ Sam’s outcome~~~~

As Sam got out of his car, looking towards the BMW speeding off, he noticed Jay walking towards him. “Was that some female disappointed with your performance, Jay? Typical, haha…”

Jay decided in that moment that he was fed up with Sam’s constant taunting over one bad experience… one of which a mean rumor spread about Jay’s sexual ability, or lack thereof. He never got the chance to have his ex-girlfriend correct the lies she’d spread because he had found interest in someone else, and tried to end things with her on good terms.

“Nah, Sam… Actually, that was your little hottie from last night. She said to tell you that she’d enjoyed it, but with your reputation, she didn’t want to take it further than last night… Guess your morning didn’t go so well… since you were sober, huh?” Jay waits for Sam’s expression to change from peaceful to disappointed.

“Damn, I could’ve shown her that I am not what people make of me. Did she ever say her name to any of you? I have to try to find her. She’s… different, Jay… I don’t know… guess I should have handled that part when we woke up, but honestly man… I don’ t even know how we ended up… well… let’s just say that I wanted to make sure she wasn’t a hallucination… And that my friend, she was definitely not…”

Jay fumes on the inside, but keeps his composure. “That good, huh? So, what’s after this? … She got you going out on a Starbucks run already… damn… I didn’t think anyone would have “Mr. Perfect” behaving like this…” This quip isn’t seen as an insult like Jay intended either, and doesn’t break Sam’s focus.

“Say, you don’t know her Jay… or anyone who might?,” Sam asks intently. “Nah, dude… You should know the females you lay with… you might catch something you don’t want one day, bruh… She could be a crazy stalker, or a gold digger…”

Sam looks at Jay quizzically, but then ignores the comment. “Guess there’s no point going back inside then. Let me know if anyone knows her name… I mean ask around for me… Holla at you later. Gonna go visit my mom.”

Jay can’t help his curiosity. Sam truly seemed bothered by her leaving… granted he has no idea of what happened before she left. “Sam… wait, why’d you leave her in the first place? You seem interested…”

Sam drops his head and sighs, “Dumb decision to surprise her with breakfast and coffee… Guess I should have just asked her along, but -…”

“But what, man? You had doubts about her?.” Jay interrupts. 

“No, nothing like that… As odd as it sounds, it felt different waking up next to her… it made me want to... I don’t know… just give her something considerate as a peace offering before finding out who she was, and well, to be honest, to find out if I lured her into the room.”

Jay arches an eyebrow at the suggestion. “She isn’t my usual type, you know… the ones begging to be in your arms. I just don’t see that I was the reason we were there… but, I did have way more than I should have to drink…,” Sam continued. 

“The only thing I remembered was how she felt… not her face, not anything else… and … I just couldn't get over how peaceful and content she looked… It made me feel like…,” Sam sighs deeply, “Like she was meant to be mine… I just wish I could say that I would have approached her sober… I’m just unsure of myself these days… Anyway, I have to go… Put the word out for me?”

Jay nods, “Sure thing, Sam.” As he leaves, Sam sees another Zeta Psi member waving him down. He explains what happens to Sam to his disbelief... Now realizing that things were much worse than he could imagine.

Sam asked him to call around to see if anyone knew her name, and to help protect her reputation. He of all people knew what the rumor mill could do to a person. So did Jay... so why did he lie to his best friend to his face...

Calls were placed, but to no luck. They would just have to see is they would come across her again on campus, or if she would be brave enough to attend another party that they held.

To Sam’s regret, no one had ever bothered to find out who she was prior to this particular incident. They would do everything they could to identify her for him. This jeopardized the Frat House and Sam...

(Upcoming fics will complete this look at the worst case of deja vu... she only had to have a repeat of this type of incident happen to upset her Princeton world even more.... stay tuned. Thanks for reading!)

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Fighting Temptations...

(TNA Fanfic)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: approx. 1535

Warnings/Triggers: Death, depression,

After the painful sight of Alina’s death, Sam went on a downward spiral. His actions from that point forward led to excessive alcohol abuse. He wasn't even aware of the amount that he would consume daily.

He had come to rely on his meetings with Dahlia more often than she’d expected. So much so, that he was beginning to suck her into his depression. She was losing sight of herself trying to help him escape this loop that he’d become enslaved in.

She never imagined that her revenge would push him to this level. She was so consumed with a hatred for him, that she didn’t even think of the collateral damage her actions would cause. Being in Sam’s presence was forcing her reality to take hold of her sanity.

She’d been the cause of this… and indirectly the cause of Alina’s death. She’d recently sent a picture to Alina. The sight had Alina questioning how well she even knew her husband. 

Sam had been so loving and, although Dalton Enterprises was monopolizing his life, he was always trying to be the man she’d fallen so deeply in love with.

But Alina was gone now, and after having been forced into rehab as her condition for taking him back, along with a serious commitment, he had to pull his life together. He wouldn’t lose her, too.

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Sam hired Tyrese to perform “Sweet Lady”  for his proposal … Down on his own persuasive measures since she’d left when he was most vulnerable, he figured that added touch would give him time to work his courage up to take on her denial, should this strong minded woman actually allow his entertainment.

He knew that she’d mentioned loving Tyrese’s sensual voice… She’d at least focus on the words of his song… Knowing her wit, she’d pick up quite quickly on the words meaning on this night.

She’d warned Sam that if he wasn’t contacting her with a marriage proposal, she couldn’t entertain their former patterns. He’d driven her to lust and he knew it. But she’d been able to resist his charms in the end. Whiskey and bourbon were his “new orgy” as Dahlia had put it.

He’d express that underneath the pain, he’d actually fallen in love with her. Heartbroken at the words, knowing that she’d expected a totally different conversation to result from the photo she’d sent to Alina just before her demise. She becomes enraged and her persona immediately shifts to borderline girl interrupted behavior …

“You’re professing love for ME, Sam… While GRIEVING over your TRUE LOVE ??? DO YOU FUCKING EVEN HEAR YOUR WORDS RIGHT NOW ??”

Sam flinches back in absolute confusion… “You’re telling me that I CAN’T love you, too? After every time you came to my rescue … you were ALWAYS there, Lia!! How can you expect me not to grieve? But I have to move on, and I NEED YOU to do that, Lia!” But Dahlia isn’t prepared for this turn of events.

“Sam, I ..,” tears flowing heavily, “I can’t. There are things I have d- …” Sam interrupts here with a heated kiss that draws her from the ground resting only on her tiptoes … a kiss that draws every ounce of desire … that forces her to acknowledge … her love …

When he releases her, she whispers, “Love you, too…” Momentarily stunned, she allows him to kiss her more fervently, backing her against the wall … His hand groping her meaty core, his tongue racing against her neck, against her shoulder, until he swiftly drops to her center to kiss what has drawn him to her fully.

The inhale at his touch floods her with an adrenaline that she can’t resist. She wants him … She needs him … She craves him … “Yesss, Sam,” is the delicate whisper that escapes her lips as she bites down, letting the rush consume her…

“NO!”

She pushes Sam away, but he is not giving in… He holds her firmly, pulling her into his tongue thrusts … into his finger strokes … into his teething graze of her core … He growls his hunger loudly, letting her know he has seized his prey and won’t give without her trembling release …

His animalistic nature returns… his former self coming along with it … She has become his tether to reality… Her reluctance only fuels him more. 

He pulls her to the floor, laying his weight upon her as he grinds against her, “Tell me you DON’T want me Lia… TELL ME !!!,” he demands with firmness… “You CAN’T !!,” are the last words spoken as he tears away her clothing … tears away her control … devouring her moans with his aggressive kisses, sliding her thong to the side and thrusting his hardened length into her … loving her with a roughness as if punishing her for ever thinking of walking away from him …

Tonight, he will stake his claim on her heart … he will offer all of himself with each thrust, building into a powerful hammering that leaves them both convulsing with release …

As Sam lays atop her frame, she lays silently tears flowing uncontrollably … How can she love this man … after the things he’d caused her to endure … the personality changes, the … the … all thoughts end as he lifts to kiss her again … Oh damn, I can’t resist … round two is always better than the first … and with that, she is sucked in again … this time, she gives her all … because this time … this time has to be her last … but how?

“Dammit, Sam…,” is the last of her thoughts as his sex takes hold of her soul.

 After he had fully put his mark of ownership on Dahlia’s body, after she’d clawed her last orgasm on his back … he lifted her like a weightless doll, and carried her to the bed, so spoon the night away with her in his loving hold… 

Morning comes, and Sam kisses her, “Good morning, Lia. Do you forgive me for last night??” She stares into his eyes, the biggest smile of pleasure shown on her face, “Mmmhmm, forgiven.”

“Good, cause you know I never miss breakfast.”

“But, I’m sore, Sam …”

He places a finger over her lips … “I’ve got you, Lia.”

And with that, she convinces herself that this will be the final time…

“Damn, girl … I love you! You’re so damned sexy,” he growls, before giving her the most sensual and gentle love making she’s ever experienced … She now knew that he’d truly committed himself to her.

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Freddy Jackson’s “Tasty Love” is the song he belts from the shower … Dahlia can’t help but smile … “Damn, I LOVE HIM…” But the smile quickly fades as she sees the notification on Sam’s phone over on the nightstand.

“Sam, we need to talk, NOW !!!” {sender T.B.O.P .eggplant kitty emojis…}

She gets a clench in her chest … TBOP, TBOP … until she understands the acronym to be The Boys of Princeton… And just like that, her horrors flood back to mind, reaching an anxiety level beyond control. She can’t keep hold of her sanity … 

She looks towards the direction of the shower, but Sam is still in his feelings, now belting lyrics to “Just a Touch Away” by Freddie Jackson. Water drops in heavy sounds, signifying that he is still mid cleanse … “LOVE IS JUST, JUST A SIMPLE TOUCH …,” are the words he’s crooning out.

She darts for her outer clothing strewn near the door … not taking the time to fully dress … noting that Sam had literally torn her clothes off of her, she looks around frantically … As she spots his suit shirt, she hurriedly takes, grabbing her clutch and shoes…

Rushing as fast as she can, buttoning the last button, she reaches for the door handle … “I owe him a goodbye at least …” 

Knowing that she can’t leave if he is face to face, she scribbles a quick note …  “I love you, but I can’t do this Sam.” Sealed with a lip imprint, a final kiss of crimson, she drops the note near his phone, and slips out of his life …  Her plan… never look back …

Sam emerges into the bedroom, backside winding in a nasty grind … his playful side of love … only to spin around to an empty room… “Lia?”

“Hmm, morning game play, huh? Okay, okay… Let me just check the time, see if I can make this happen for her…,” his happy thoughts searching for today’s game … until he reaches for his phone, hearing the notification … “What’s this, she’s such a tease … OH !?!”

Disappointment immediately settles in, but the notification comes again … 

“Dalton, we need to get together … You owe us still,” is the last of the messages received. Scrolling further, he then reads the messages all of the way through angrily … His eyes flitting between his phone and Lia’s note …

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BMD MASTER LIST II

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Collateral Beauty... Final Goodbyes

(crossover between TNA and TRR)

Rating: General

Word Count: approx 1,235

Warnings/Triggers: Death, confusion, sadness, anxiety/nervousness

Vivian arrives on scene, and immediately falls into despair. Robin appears beside her, bracing her before she fully collapses. The amount of damage before her eyes causes her desperate search for anyone that would be in high enough rank to give her the immediate condition of her son.

Being in a much calmer state, not really sure of why she has had him meet her at this location, Robin asks the necessary questions that Vivian is unable to due to her frantic state. When he learns that it is Alina’s body that they are trying to retrieve from the wreckage, he almost loses his own composure.

The Coroner approaches them, seeing that the officer is failing to properly assist with their questioning. She explains that Sam is in an ambulance for observation. Vivian asks if she can see him, and is led over by nervous Robin.

“Where is dad, mom?” She ignores his question, as the answer is the same as it always is, and she knows that Robin is already aware that he couldn’t pull himself from the office. Understanding the severity of the situation as they reach the back of the ambulance.

Sam had gone into shock and they were attempting to calm him down when he collapsed. The paramedic constantly calls Sam’s name, in hopes of arousing him, and checks his vitals. Sam manages to come to consciousness before Vivian is allowed access to the ambulance.

He requested to leave the ambulance, which they were reluctant to allow, but it was his right. When they hear banging on the doors, the EMT opens it thinking maybe the police have more questions for Sam.

To his surprise, Robin appears. “What’s going on ... Robin..? Why am I in this ambulance?” Robin asks the paramedic if it is safe for them to take Sam with them, and he agrees, but strongly suggests follow up care.

They make their way over to Vivian’s car, Sam and Robin taking the back seat. As Robin explains the parts that he knows, Sam slowly comes to full realization, still unable to believe what has happened. His mind chooses denial as its self protective mechanism. His mom sits in the front seat, silently grieving for their loss and her son’s mentality, tears flowing uncontrollably. She realizes that not only have the twins lost their mother, but their father to some extent. He won’t be in any condition to care for them now for certain.

 It is clear that Sam has been drinking, and should never be behind the wheel. Robin exits the vehicle to ask the investigating officer if it is safe to leave the scene with Sam, explaining his devastation and need to leave this area for his sanity. Taking contact information, he returns to the car.

“I need your keys, mom will drive you and I will follow close behind in your car. You’re in no condition to drive, Sammy. The officer has cleared us to leave, but mom, are you sure you are okay to drive. I think it’s best if we go to your place mom. He can’t be alone.”

Vivian composes herself, but constantly checks her rear view mirror, taking in her son’s broken state, her heart crumbling more with each look. She also sees the headlights of Sam’s vehicle, assuring her that Robin is close behind.

Now having images of the night’s events flash through his mind, he slowly begins to unravel. His torment taking hold of his every fiber of being, he folds to a fetal position, crying out for Alina as it he can stop time in his vision, reversing the permanent damage of his every action, his every failure, his every moment spent apart from the only person who had seen him fully and reciprocated his love in a way he thought would never be possible.

Vivian accelerates to an almost unsafe speed, hazards flashing. She can’t bear the thought of not being able to console her broken son. She needs to get him into the safety of her home. She places a call for the doctor to meet her with a sedative, knowing he won’t survive the night without it...

    ---------------- Looking past the Damage -----------------------

Madeline knocks insistently on the doors to King Liam’s private study, where he has asked to be left undisturbed. Ignoring the lack of acknowledgement to her apparent “urgent need”, she enters with a light whisper, “Liam...,  I have something here that commands that I disregard your request to be left to your solace.”

Growling with profuse anger, he half turns in address to her presence, “WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO URGENT AS TO DISREGARD MY REQUEST ?!!!!?”

Trembling, Madeline moves forward to greet this sorrowful King. “Humbly speaking, you have received a correspondence that requires your immediate action...” Liam turns fully to allow Madeline to feel the searing anger he is currently feeling, having absolutely nothing to do with this disturbance. 

Uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on the edge of his desk from the massive chair that once belonged to King Father Constantine Rhys, his muscular frame holding the most intimidating posture, he pounds his fist hard on the top of the oak desk from the Louis XV period, not having any respect for its historic value. His mind wracked with pressing matters of the Crown, second to that of his fraught Queen.

“Madeline, if this is not as important as you say, on my mother’s honor, I will bring wrath upon you so fier…”

“HIS MAJESTY !!!,” she impresses, and then quickly composes for a more respectful tone. “Please… I would not impose otherwise,” she states with a stern look of sincerity prior to dropping her head, unable to endure the brokenness of the once solemn monarch. She offers the correspondence, which he snatches from her delicate hands with haste.

“This could be the solution to what we all have been praying for…” she timidly offers.

“FETCH BERTRAM AND BASTIEN IMMEDIATELY !!!!”

As Madeline scurries from the room, Liam places a call… “Brother, I need you. How soon can you arrive?”

---------------- Urgent Official Correspondence --------------

From the U.S. Embassy: (official seal)

Cordonian Courier Express

From the Offices of 

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

521 5TH Ave, New York, NY 10175

King Rhys, His Majesty,

On Behalf of our client, Mrs. Alina Russo-Dalton, we regretfully write to you as part of the finalization of the Estate & Property of said client. 

Please accept our humblest apologies if this correspondence has reached you prior to being informed of her demise. Our office sends its warmest condolences and empathy to the family and friends of our client. It was her wish that this be executed immediately without fail.

Your attention is promptly required as a named benefactor in her petition for the probate of her Last Will and Testament. Please contact our offices at your earliest convenience @ [phone].

His Majesty, this is a highly time sensitive matter. We cannot stress its importance enough. 

Please see the enclosed letter and sealed artifact and official amended documents requested to be presented to you along with the correspondence for your prompt handling.

We look forward to hearing from your court, or His Majesty,  at your urgency for immediate response.

Sincerest Regards,

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

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Penance for harmful acts …

word count: 2400 approx

rating: Mature/Explicit

Pairings: Jay C. Hunt X Dahlia Schuyler

Triggers: mistaken identity, anxiety, drunkenness

A TNA fanfic

Dahlia had successfully destroyed Sam’s marriage. She had sent a message to Alina Dalton that she knew would push her emotions over the edge. 

During the ‘random’ meetings with Sam during his inebriated state, he had come to be comfortable around her. Even though they had never exchanged names, except for their last time in each other’s company before he learned of his wife’s deception, she was a familiar face … a gorgeous pair of ears that didn’t mind listening to a drunken man’s rants.

He had told her about his father’s mannerisms... how kind his mother was ... how his brother Robin had tried to have an affair with every female that he had ever cared about in any serious way … She had been so easy to talk to, never showing any judgement on the parts of her face that would come into focus for him …  The things that always made her familiar to him were her delicate eyes and innocent smile, her soft laughter and beautiful curvature of her cheeks as she did, her exceptional body… (even a blind man could appreciate this woman) and she always smelled of peach and freesia lotion. He’d always ask her if she was a Georgia Peach, and she’d reply, “The sweetest of the sweetest, and you’d better believe it.”

Of course, she wasn’t from Georgia. But what harm could allowing him to believe so cause? It had become their usual greeting. Her nickname was ‘GA Peach’, and his nickname was ‘Sexy Drunk’ … He’d just chuckle at her words. Hell, each time she approached, he was indeed drunk, so he gave no argument … and low key, he was glad someone could find him sexy in that state, or any state for that matter. 

His wife had really done a number on his self esteem, and with him now being on suspension from Dalton Enterprises, he was free to screw up as much as he liked. He was on a six month mandatory leave, and an extended one if he didn’t get the “proper treatment” his father demanded of him. He would sometimes joke with Dahlia that maybe she was the proper treatment that he needed. 

What she found strange is that he never seemed to be sore after their “forgotten proper treatments”, or how he could never remember her touch or anything related to her. But then her mind takes her back to Princeton. One day, she will gain the nerve to question him about his college days … leading toward his love interests during that time … But, of course, ‘Dirty Dalton’ wouldn’t have any tales of love from that time. He had proved to be as much of a low life as the rumor mill portrayed him to be, if not worse.

He had found out that her name was “Lia” because she had accidentally answered her phone, trying to silence the ringing. Not only did she answer it, she had pressed the speakerphone while trying to hurriedly put it in her clutch. She couldn’t end the call fast enough … Her mother’s voice rang out, “Lia?… Lia did you answer, or is this the voice mail? Why haven’t we heard from you?”

“S-So … my Georgia Peach has a real n-name… Lee - aahhh?” She couldn’t hide it any longer… but before she could confirm, he interrupted with, “S-Sam … I … that’s umm-meeeee. S-See, S-Sexy Dr-Drunk hassss name too...” Shaking her head, but smiling at his adorable slurring, she said, “Very nice to finally have the name of my Sexy Drunk, Sam.”

 “W-Well, if ..if um your s-sexy drunk … c-can I f-finally taste my peach?” And with that, she led him away from the bar … to her great pleasure that she was becoming madly addicted to.

---- Their last Princeton moment----

So last time we were at the Celeb Zeta Psi Grad Bash, Dahlia and Jay shared their first intimate moment. Things seemed to be picture perfect, right...

Dahlia, dazed and wanting more of Jay, couldn't stop reliving the moment over and over in her mind. She boldly asks for a second round. Anticipating it to be more exciting than the first round, as she now knew exactly what she'd be attempting to handle.

They move back to the room, where Jay excuses himself for hydration that they would definitely need later. Round two was going to be one hell of a ride, and he knew her throat would parch from her love sounds, she may even need some pain killers for the love faces she would be making, and the treatment he planned to give.

As he walks into the downstairs kitchen, his smile becoming bright enough to put the full moon's light to shame, he is distracted by his frat brothers as they dap him up for his earlier performance. One more persistent than the rest to find out her name. Jay absolutely refuses this information, and mildly threatens anyone attempting to try her for themselves.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Dahlia hears footsteps approach the door, and watches the door knob slowly turn. Excitedly anticipating his entry, forgetting all about the fact that his hands should be full, she flips the lights off, and grabs his wrist as he enters the door. She immediately begins her kittenish play, rubbing against his frame, feeling against his chiseled abdomen as she moves to unfasten his pants.

Her plan is to give him the best lap dance of his life... of course it would be a sexual dance, her sliding down on his perfect erection, coating him in her excitement ... him, moving as she moves, giving that buck she longed to feel... grinding on one another until they both explode together, giving moans that make each other convulse in pleasure.

She can't wait to feel the warmth of his muscular body providing that tantalizing friction with her own. To feel him taste her, touch her most sensitive places... to make her feel like they are the only two in existence ... inhaling every part of him, and him claiming every part of her.

Now straddling him, licking along every beautiful feature within her tongue's reach, she whispers against his neck before sucking her claiming mark, "Once I have taken all of this beautiful dick inside of me, take my hips and guide me into the pattern you desire, and I will take control from there. If possible, don't even move." She presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder, moving inward until capturing his taut skin in the most stimulating suckle, causing his nails to dig into her sides before he realizes and quickly grips her ass instead, lifting her into the steady bounce that has him stiffening even more as he feels her softness around him, her warm center turning to fever, and a steady arousal being felt with every sensual thrust. Once she takes his lead, she pins his thighs with the fronts of her feet, and provides the slow but lengthy rhythm he desires... slowly gliding from base to tip, allowing the pleasant stretch to take her adrenaline higher.

She takes hold of the armrest, leaning back to pile drive him into a forced release that would warm throughout her chest from the pressure. She had just decided not to rush his desire, moving in slow circular patterns, driving him deep against the base of her frame, gasping at the stimulation, the grip of his hands, the pulsing sense of satisfaction...

So overwhelmed with desire to feel and be felt, she never noticed the subtle differences, the instant quiet, the lack of cocky boasting of what he plans to make her feel... it isn't until the door opens, and the man she thought she was bouncing against in the most erotic fashion walks in.

Sheer panic settling in before realization finally takes over. She turns to look angry, confused, pleasured, lost ... Needing answers, not sure of what they will mean once heard ... totally unsure of what to think or feel...

--- His pov---

He was taken by surprise... she proved to be more than he'd ever expected. Enjoying her sexuality for herself, not to prove anything to anyone... not simply choosing him to be the next trophy that she would mount. She was seeking something ... higher ...  No judgement, but total freedom, total connection, total ecstasy ... passion without limitation... and it excited him more than he'd ever admit. She was his match and total opposite rolled into a very sensual package that he would never want out of his system.

He wanted to moan, to belt out her name in desire, to beg her for more, to beg her never to let go of him... but he couldn't ... she would immediately recognize the deception for other than it's truth... He'd never intended for this to happen, but he couldn't resist another chance to have her, to touch or taste her... Never once did he think of how this could end... would end ...  Oh, damn... she feels better than I remember, better than I could have imagined... How can I make this right... I should never have ... "Sh-Shiii..." Oh fuck, I don't want to cum... this can't end yet... I may not make it past this moment... she is going to make me say her name...

Raggedly exhaling and inhaling, trying every attempt to maintain control, he slips... "It's mmmm ...", but she never hears him as she is stunned to reality as the lights come on ... she hears Jay yell out, "WHAT? THE FUCK ???"... And then she sees the rage... he storms across the room after throwing everything in his hands, fists clenched, nostrils flared, teeth gritted between tightly pursed lips... and then she is ripped from him, screaming... crying... absolutely ... morbidly... thrown back to her first memories of shame...

--- End of his pov---

She screams in total fear... "SAM !!!!!! JAY, NO !!!!!!!" She scrambles to cover herself as a total repeat of last episode begins to unfold... Except this time, there would be a fight to the death, with the same onlookers from before in a flurried attempt to separate the two before police or paramedics have to be called.

Dressing as she fled, she runs out of the party, tears blocking her vision as she covers her mouth to attempt some disguise as she makes her escape... She barrels into Sabrina, who looks at her mockingly, which provides even further confusion.

She makes her way out to the entrance, no one the wiser until she hears Sam screaming out for her to wait, then hearing Jay scream out for him to stay the hell away from her... the frat guys from before giving chase, pissed at their failed attempts to keep this chaos inside, attempting to subdue at least one of them to diffuse the situation.

They eventually all tackle Jay who is the closest, but he puts up one hell of a fight, pushing them all to using their full strengths to hold him down until they can drag him back inside.

Meanwhile... Sam catches up to Dahlia, not able to gently call her name, because he still has yet to learn it... so he decides to gently grab her shoulder...

Panicked, she turns to look into his eyes, just before turning around and sprinting directly into the hood of an oncoming car... unable to stop due to her momentum... Sam, unable to catch her and pull her back without harm... horn blaring pressed by the driver as he tries to brake...

She rolls from the windshield onto the passenger side, still... She can hear Sam's voice, and the frantic voice of the stranger behind the wheel, then she hears Jay's screams, yelling questions to Sam and the driver, "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO????"

Then... murmured voices ... throbbing pain... and a few minutes later she was being jostled about as they rushed her to the infirmary... afraid to wait for an ambulance.

She had lost consciousness during their rush to get her help...

Jay turns to Sam, asking, "Why would you do this to her?"... Sam says nothing, not wanting another altercation, silently fearing for her life... How could this have gone so wrong?

Both take out their cellulars and start placing calls... someone would need to help them both through this, and save the Zeta Psi Frat House from involvement ...

--------- An unforeseen change at Dalton Enterprises ----------

Mason, Sr had come to see Sam, not to ask his side of the situation... automatically believing the truth of the accusations.

Sam knew better than to attempt speaking when his father was in this mood. He sat down and prepared for things to continue unraveling.

Your mother and I put our all into building this company into a reputable and respected force. We've sacrificed so much personally to make sure we were able to leave you, and your brother, a legacy that one day you'd pass on to future generations of Daltons.

Robin doesn't have the public's eye in the way that you do. He's never sought the limelight with justifiable cause. His behavior would cause a negative light to be cast. But at least he uses his smarts to full advantage.

Sam, son... I hate to have to do this, but your continued disregard for your family, and the business, warrants this action. You are on administrative leave as of now. Your brother will assume your role. We will revisit your return after you have completed six months of rehab with documented sobriety. This was not a light decision, son. You forced my hand.

Fury spans Sam's face. He remains silent, now curious about how this would cause his father to act in this extreme way. Mason, Sr. never felt a need to fully justify any choice he made for the "good of the company". This was all that he would divulge.

Calm, but his insides twisting with an unfathomable rage, Sam collects his personal effects and starts to leave for the parking garage. As he passes by, his father shows a brief look of remorse, knowing that this may push Sam even further down this negative spiral.

Taking his exit, Sam overhears Robin's voice, "Yeah dad, I'm free now... Sure, I can come to Sam's office." Sam quickens his pace, not wanting to face Robin's cocky nature at this point... He would not be able to contain himself, and he didn't need things to get any worse... or, at least, he would not complicate things further for himself.

I love it when a plan unfolds how I planned it... Hmm... what next?

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Last Tuesday’s tidbits:

Drifting on a Memory ...

He makes his way over to a corner booth, falling clumsily against the table as he fumbles into the soft leather … Daniel makes his way over, asking, “Ah… blues getting overwhelming? What poison does the night call for?”

His head hung, almost too heavy to lift, wobbly leans toward the voice barely heard … “Buhbon … mos sspensive ya got …,” is the slurred reply. “Ba-llul…pls!...,” he sings out, slamming a lazy hand against the table.

Danny nods in empathy, seeing the brokenness of tonight’s patron … business slow at this hour, he moves swiftly to help with this request for liquid healing.

The Blue Grotto ...

The total lack of his affection causes her mind to wander down memory lane. To Sam’s surprise, Alina had gotten pregnant unplanned, and with twins at that. He was for sure that she had been on birth control, as she had not informed him otherwise. He even recalled the day in the gynecologist’s office, holding her hand as it was inserted.

Their lives changed drastically afterwards. Sam was physically and emotionally unavailable when Alina needed him the most. She was an emotionally hormonal succubus, and he was a frustrated shell of the man she’d committed her life to.

It took a little while for the idea of not having her to himself to settle in, but soon he became overjoyed. He imagined being there for his family in a way that his father had not been there for him. He never even realized that he was slowly beginning to fill in his father’s mold perfectly. Sam had always tried to show his love and support, but just not as fully to his family as his profession… or should I say, his father?

Everything In Me...

What she didn’t know was that the morning Sam came into the room at Zeta Psi to comfort Jay, was because the rumor mill had let it out that he was planning to sleep with Dahlia. Jay’s original plan had gotten beyond his control, as he had actually started to fall for her. 

After she became a pledge, she was supposed to be horribly rejected. But his former girlfriend, head of the Alpha SigmaTau Sorority, had gotten word from fellow sisters that Jay didn’t seem to be playing on Dahlia’s emotions like he misled her to believe. Although she had truly earned her place, and Sabrina actually liked her to her surprise, she’d been allowed to join the sisterhood. 

—————— Jay’s side of this madness——— 

Jay knew that he’d be leaving soon. So he didn’t worry about the fallout that was sure to follow. Sam had fully confessed to Jay how Dahlia had haunted his mind. He just didn’t have any leads to find her… no name…truly nothing helpful. Jay hadn’t thought out his plan thoroughly, though. 

When the Boys of Princeton found out how Sam praised Dahlia after their night together… the one that proves to be a never ending nightmare …

Leaving You Behind...

She looks shyly at Sam ... "It’s where I’m staying. I hope you don’t mind...” There is only silence, and as the partition rises, he ambushes her frame, showering her with the kisses he’d longed to give her for years now. His hands find their way to her center, stroking fervently, and she provides no resistance.

Soon Carter pulls up to the private entrance, remembering that Mr. Dalton is here for his wedding, but sure that he’d be leaving alone.

Sam doesn’t waste time waiting for Carter, he opens the door pulling her from the car, racing inside with her... void of any art supplies.

As they climb the small flight of stairs to the elevator, Sam places a quick text. Before exiting the stairwell to the private elevators, he presses her into the railing for another passionate kiss, holding her in an embrace that says she’ll never slip away again... Then pulls her to the elevator.

Slow Beginnings ...

She takes a step inside and slowly closes the door. She watches him, remembering the love made in this special place that has been stained by an unsurpassable truth. 

She steps up to him, once again appreciating his muscular build… She sees an anger in her once stoic King. She feels the pang of guilt rip through her.

Feeling her touch his arm gently, he looks down at his wife, noting that she doesn’t look to be in her usual state. Life seems to be coming back into her beautiful eyes… but he quickly sees beyond his love for her, seeing something much darker… “Riley ... my.love?” His concerned look asking the silent question in place of spoken words.

Regaining Control ...

“What about your… personal needs, Liam?” Riley becomes enraged, but waits for Liam’s response… 

“I could never put my needs over that of my wife, whom I would sacrifice my life for, and even endure castration before laying with another. I do believe you should take your leave before you attempt to cross this line you’ve drawn. No matter what state my WIFE and QUEEN are in, she will forever have my dedication… And I’ll remind you that you are speaking of your sister. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe you’ve missed Tea Time with your sister.”

Riley hastily retreats from the doorway, hiding in a nearby cove in the long corridor.

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Drifting on a Memory...

Inspiration...

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