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It’s ok not to be ok …

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Best friend/spouse betrayal, adultery

Word Count: 2130 approx.

Wacky Drabble Prompt #107 - “You know where I live.”

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~~~~~ The Fight ~~~~~

“Sam, if you dare …”

“Fuck with me if you think you can… Sam, there are things that you think you know about me, but I promise you that you still don’t have the faintest knowledge of the person that YOU created… you made this… she outlines her silhouette… but you can’t live with it all of a sudden!”

“I tried to be open with you fully before you married me!!! Noooo! You told me that you knew everything you needed to know, even things that had been hidden… Hell! You even took fault then!!!!”

He looks at her murderously, his voice thundering through the room. “I appreciate the woman you are, that’s not the problem!!! It’s holding on to you that is! I have changed myself multiple times to suit YOU… YOU DAHLIA… Not ONCE have you ever slightly tried to do that for me!!!!”

“Yes, I admit it!!!! You made me a better man!!!! But FEELING, that’s something that I could have gone the rest of my life WITHOUT!!!!!!”

She recoils and realizes that he may actually know everything!! Has he been using her to get to … No, no, that's impossible!!!! I can’t give clues if he doesn’t have any idea… Her mind shifts back to its former rage, “So! Tell me all of my evils since you know them… let’s hash this shit out right now! We can’t move forward until all these doubts and emotions are resolved!!!!! So go ahead!!!” She shoves him, but he remains cemented in place, gripping her arm and snatching her forward… kissing her with a violating sense… triggering her anxiety. She struggles against him, but it only pushes his aggression more!

He grabs her neck, pulls her into his strong kiss along her lips, and upon her resistance, the underside of her chin, neck, and sternum just before biting at her left nipple through her clothing. She gasps, but before she can argue, he seizes her tongue against his own, sucking and pulling. Temperature and anger rising steadily she squirms until her aggravation filters into pounding against his chest, which only causes him to increase his strength, locking her in place.

“Look woman! Calm yourself down!!! You would normally enjoy this roughness!” Easing his hold, she escapes him. Turning forcefully in an attempt to slap him, but he sidesteps, giving up to her frustration…

“Fine, but I am not chasing or losing you like I did Alin-,” pausing to readjust his composure, chest heaving with uncontrollable breaths… he turns and walks away.

To Dahlia’s surprise, he doesn’t return. She waits, unsure of why she can’t seem to move… needing to finish what was started… not wanting to leave unresolved feelings… but she soon realizes that they both crossed a line…

~~~~~ Alone ~~~~~

Dahlia began to look at all of the things she had done wrong over the course of time she had begun to pursue Sam… her emotions moving from the prison of revenge to the freedom of love to the entrapment of her mind in total chaos.

She didn’t understand how one person’s love could torment her, equally bruising as it healed… Thoughts that she was deserving of the worst out of love began to creep into her head… She had done so many wrong things… should she ever expect any form of redeeming love? She was a monster … could anyone truly love a monster? Or was she human after all… behaving as one who has been hurt would lash out????

With the fabric of reality tattering again, she felt that she should restart her therapy again… Once in Cordonia, she would ask Riley and Liam to temporarily care for the boys as she tried to stop the whirlwind of her thoughts before they consumed her. She didn’t want to become the person she once was.

The thing that tormented her mind most… walking in on her best friend taking total pleasure in Sam’s persuasion. Neither knew that she had entered the room. Sam, bare assed and distracted with speaking his web of lies into Jenny’s ear as he continually thrust within her, jolting her frame against the wall, had his eyes closed… silently asking for forgiveness for having to use this method of persuasion. Jenny head was thrown back, as she groaned and smiled in triumph … finally getting her taste of this handsome billionaire.

Halted in her steps, attempting to keep the twins from overhearing or seeing their dad in this compromising position, she turns them, rushing them out of the house, taking Jenny’s keys before exiting. Once the kids were secured, she hurried home to pack their bags… explaining to the boys that she was taking them to see a real castle. She was determined not to let on that she was heartbroken and furious. The boys came first in this moment. They had no idea that they were leaving their dad, and she didn’t want to alarm them.

~~~~~~ An earlier look ~~~~~

When Sam finally comes to his senses, not wanting his wife to disappear on him again, he phones Carter… “Did you take Dahlia and the boys to a specific place? I thought I was willing to just give her space, but Carter, I need to bring my family home… Can you just text me the GPS history for where you took her? I’ll take the heat for it, you won’t have anything to worry about… your name won’t be mentioned… I just don’t have the mindset to log into it myself… Thanks, Carter… I owe you a paid vacation for this… anywhere, you just name it.”

He throws on jeans and a t-shirt, not really caring about his appearance, just needing to locate his family. As he arrives at the location, he looks around for any familiarity, but finds none. He parks his car in a shadowed area, not wanting it to be visible should Dahlia arrive after he does. As he heads towards the door, headlights approach, causing him to slow his stride.

Realizing that it’s just a DoorDash delivery, he decides to intercept once he hears a voice that he knows over the intercom. He tips the driver for allowing him to “surprise his girlfriend”. Handing him a hundred dollar bill, the driver walks away with a hearty smile and quiet thank you. When she opens the door, she is surprised to see Sam standing there holding the food order. “You know where I live …” It’s not a question, but a statement of surprise.

“Are you going to make me stand out here all night, the food is going to get cold?” Assuming that he has missed Dahlia and the boys in passing, she steps aside to allow him in, leaning out to see if anyone is around to see him enter. “Did you just have Carter drop you here? I don’t see a car…” Turning to face her and hand the food over, “Carter has no idea that I am here… should he, though?

Realizing that she has just admitted to Sam that Carter knows her address, which would mean that he has brought Dahlia and the boys there, she quickly asks, “Why are you here this late, Sam?” He quickly surveys the room, attempting to see if there are things of Dahlia’s or the boys’ lying around. When can’t locate anything out of place, he decides to play on Jenny’s emotions, not having any clue if it will work.

“You know Dahlia left me. I … I just needed to clear my head… I don’t know how I ended up here… I guess because you know her better than I do… Do you think she’ll come back soon?” Not finding it hard because he does miss his wife and kids, he lays on his most desperate act possible, running his hand over his hair, exhaling as if totally exhausted.

At first, Jenny looks at him as if she is absolutely unconvinced that he actually misses them, but he shows vulnerability, allowing tears to fall. She comes to sit next to him, looking intently to be sure of his sincerity… but her focus shifts from concern to instant attraction and a very noticeable desire, although she doesn’t realize. She places a gentle hand to his shoulder, rubbing ever so gently, noting his musculature above all else, “You’re fine… I mean, you’ll be fine… no, everything will be fine… Dahlia just sometimes needs space to process … that’s all, I’m sure.”

Unaware that she has shifted closer, she takes his chin, bringing his eyes to meet hers… The intensity and longing in his eyes sends a rush through her, causing her to abruptly stand and walk away… but not before Sam notices. Finding his way to get any bit of information needed, although morally wrong on so many levels, he decides to seduce her… or at least give it a try… Jenny doesn’t seem too hard to crack… always the party girl who loves to have fun… He’d heard that she’d had her rounds with Robin… was he that different from his brother? Or would the difference be the trigger to her curiosity? He uses this opportunity to his advantage… moving over to her… placing his large hands over her shoulders, leaning into her back, his breath tickling its way along her neck until his words finally reach her ear, “I’m sorry, Jenny. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? If so, I will leave immediately.”

He’ll leave, she thinks… I may not ever have this chance again… Dahlia did say that it was over, and that it was beyond repair this time… She spins around, her eyes boring into his. “No, you didn’t … it’s just… I really shouldn’t find you so attractive right now… You’re my best friend's husband for god sake… Something is just drawing me in, and it’s so hard to resist the urge…”

“The urge for … what?” He moves a step closer, looking at her as if he will take her any moment. Hell, this is just too easy, he thinks. Dropping her head momentarily, she answers… “The urge to kiss you… or more…” Tilting her head in slight embarrassment, but giving the look of need, she gives in and kisses him. She can feel the loneliness and longing to be needed in his kiss, and soon in his touch, as he runs his fingers along the sides of her spine.

Damn his touch is so gentle… no wonder she was drawn in so easily… I could give in to this completely… but I really shouldn’t… or could I? Her thoughts are cancelled out by Sam’s hands gripping her ass and pulling her against his semi-erection. He is a man, but truthfully he only desires his wife. To bring himself to full arousal, he imagines Dahlia, kissing Jenny a second time greedily. Her knees buckle, but Sam takes her into his arms, walking her back against the wall.

Grinding his erection against her as his hands travel inside the boyshorts she’s wearing, teasingly tugging at her pantyline, he whispers, “You know you could have me… if you wanted… I just need to feel desired right now…” He buries his head in her neck, but then teases his tongue along her shoulder until he reaches the tank strap, brushing it aside until it falls away, gently kissing his way. Jenny shivers against his touch, unable to resist the pleasure that it brings. “Sam, I want you,” is her soft whisper.

He pretends not to hear, moaning in question, “Hmm?” Reaching her breaking point as his fingers creep into her folds, Jenny tells Sam to fuck her as his revenge for Dahlia running off with his kids. “Is that the only way you’ll tell me where she’s gone?” His fingers move more fervently within her, causing her staggered breathing. “What about your guy?”

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She never speaks, only begins to unbutton his jeans and help him pull his t-shirt over his head. Sam looks down, watching her unzip his pants, staring intently as she reaches in to stroke his length. “So, this is what a billion dollar penis feels like? “Are we really doing this?” Her brow twitches as she kisses him again, never intending for him to respond with words. “Why not? My marriage has already taken a turn for disaster…”

Pinning her hands above her head with one hand, he tears her tank away in one pull with the other… her breath catching in excitement. She will finally get her own taste of the handsome billionaire, satisfying her long standing curiosity. “Dahlia really should learn to appreciate what she has in you.”

He senses the jealousy in her tone, but knows that Jenny won’t let one word escape her lips about their whereabouts if he doesn’t give in fully. “You sure you want to cross this line with your best friend’s husband? There’ll be no turning back once we’ve crossed it, or once this gets inside of you…”

Jenny’s answer comes as a lust filled grope of his hardness. Any further words go unheard, as Sam forces his thoughts to his wife during their intimacy. She tries with great effort to kiss him, her lips falling just shy of contact with his, her breath hot on his lips. Sam teases her, attempting to kiss her but pulling away… that line he won’t cross again, only wanting the taste of his wife on his lips during intimacy… No other woman would have that pleasure.

“It’s just sex, right?” Jenny nods, then yelps as Sam enters her forcefully, her nails bearing into his skin… His need for roughness provides a disconnect from any guilt in that moment, or attachment on Jenny’s part. When he is done, she won’t want this from him again, understanding that this was his payment for information only. Her whimpers imply enjoyment, but Sam only sees it differently… simply a means to an end.

~~~~ The airport ~~~~

As Leonardo greets Dahlia, welcoming her and the boys aboard, he asks if there are any special needs for the children before they depart for Cordonia. Assuring him that they are all set, he closes and locks the door to the cabin, helping her to settle the boys into their seats and asking if they have ever been on a plane like this before to gage their comfort with flying. Once he has them secure, he notifies the pilot that they are ready to depart.

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It isn’t until the boys have drifted off to sleep that she allows her feelings to overpower her, silently sobbing over the vision of the two people she trusted most outside of her sister betraying her without any regret. How could either of them do this? This explains so much of Jenny’s behavior towards her after marrying Sam… but he had never shown the slightest interest in her friend… especially since her personality was totally beyond his attraction.

It would be hours before they reached their destination, she allowed her tears to carry her into sleep… wanting all emotions of their betrayal left behind once they arrived. Knowing this was easier said than done, she scheduled an immediate appointment with Savannah, asking if she could make this a home visit until she was sure Riley would be comfortable with the boys.

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#25 for Sam and Alina 😘😘😘

https://viperhiss.tumblr.com/post/654932253591404544/physical-affection-prompts

#25 playfully biting someone… Let’s see if I can knock this one on out 😈😉😘…

Alina tries to be an angel, but she is such a naughty but fun girl 😏😈😏…

Word Count: 2,230 approximately

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: bondage, sex w/props, aggression, nudity, kink

Alina is at home watching some of her favorite dance movies, one in particular putting devious thoughts in her mind for afternoon or evening play with Sam... seeing how she likes to put the spark back into his draining days.

She gets so wound up over her ideas, she sends him a quick video, hinting of her naughty plans for later. Stunned because she doesn’t receive the immediate response that normally follows, she calls him. 

Figuring she will have to take this mood to him, wherever that might be, she goes to her near abandoned red room, loading up on accessories and dressing even skimpier for the occasion. She fully intends to have her way tonight, figuring that his mood is such that she will have to truly put in extra efforts to sway him into sharing her growing appetite for intimacy.

It proves to be more of a task than she thought, allowing prior behavior to creep into her thoughts before she can exit. She has tried to let go completely of this phase of her life, but the heat of her memories is pulling her towards abandoning her original plans for her husband... the thrill she receives in this XXX Members Only Club is one that is almost incomparable. 

The only thing saving her ... Sam’s reply finally reaching her phone. “I was in the resistance pool. Goddam, I am loving this mood, but can it wait a bit love? I already took the pre-workout, so I need to get this in, then I am headed home to indulge your every desire. I called, but didn’t receive an answer. Call me back. I love you! You know that I always need you, thank you for my video... I can’t get home fast enough !!!”

Her frustration only grows, making it all the more tempting to give in to her growing need to partake of her usual play when Sam is away for business. She knows that if she gives in now, there will be no turning back. So she fights her every urge, grabbing her bag, determined that she is not waiting for him to come home. He wants a workout, she will give him just that!

She arrives on his motorcycle that he has given her explicit instructions to never get on. Showing up in her “you know what time it is” attire, may not be received in the way her mind expects. Sam is very adamant about her riding in the inappropriate riding gear. Always overprotective of her, never wanting anything to happen to her, fearing that he would lose himself as well, he sternly gives all of his reasoning for his decisions to not allow her on the bike.

Hearing the loud growl of his favorite bike, Sam immediately comes out to the gate, as she has pulled up the the area of the building nearest the gym. Also, security alerts are sent to his phone, so her surprise was short lived. Once he opened the alert, and saw her attire, he became heated... and definitely not in the way she was seeking. 

He comes out with a swiftness that arouses her. Her thoughts, maybe he’d take her right there on the bike ... out in the open. That would certainly make up for having just left a place that could cure her growing ache. But instead, she is met  with a very discomforting look from Sam. 

He immediately reaches for the handle, as she takes his cue to get off. No words are offered, but his facial expression said a thousand words. She knew that he would finally explode once he had put the bike securely away. This would definitely prove to be a long ride home. Her immediate thought, I should have stayed at the club.

She knows the mood has been totally ruined. Something else must be going on, because even this wouldn’t stop him from his indulgence. He’d ravage her first and scold her later. When he finally does speak, his only words are that he will be on the third level completing his workout, and that she should change because his appetite for what she had in mind had all but dissipated over her disobeying his rule... Do not get on his bike, this bike, without his express consent. He rudely takes her backpack and points for her to do as he has said.

Even with Sam’s behavior, her mood had not subsided. Although she did shower and change, her self indulgence only fueled her appetite for him more. She made her way to the third level, standing in silence as she watched his muscles flex under the pressure of the massive weights he was lifting.  

Her eyes followed every strand of sweat as it ran from his forehead, his chest, his ... abs... It was all inducing her predatory mood. The way his breath would catch as he lowered the weight against his frame, his thigh muscles contracting, his absolute focus drawing her in along with imagining herself atop of him on the bench. 

Before long, she has made her way over to him. She stands at the head of the bench, staring down into his eyes as she licks her lips. His eyes are locked with hers, but his repetition will not be broken. He never leaves a set incomplete, she’s aware of this, but it only excites her more. 

She proceeds to lift her tank above her head, her open front bra giving perky support. He continues to bench press. She begins to slowly shimmy from her jeans, his eyes still laser focused with hers... that is until she gasps... his head tilts up even more to see that her fingers are now circling her clit. Seeing this, she quickly turns... bending for him to witness her play. Sliding her pants to her thighs, she continues to tease her core for his viewing.

His pace quickens to complete his set, which she will pay for, because this has altered his routine... lessening the benefit he was going for. His data testing now obscured, he drops the weights in place, sitting up to give his undivided attention.

“Alina my love, are you ever going to behave? Good, because I love it when you’re my naughty girl…”

She continues on, removing her jeans completely and kicking them away. As she begins to remove her bra, he tells her not to... that he will do the honors. He loves to watch her breasts fall free once the clasp is undone. As he does, he pulls her closer, teasing her nipples until fully aroused. “Shall we take this inside? I could use a shower...” 

She shakes her head, no, telling him to lay back on the bench, after nipping gently at his ear, slowly dragging her teeth against his neck, coming around to kiss him... sucking his lip before giving it a slight tug between her teeth. She stares into his eyes, as she softly scolds him. “You made me change, such a pity. You have no idea what that outfit does to me.” His brow twitches before he asks if it was necessary, couldn’t she still get to behave the way she’d planned.

She pushes him down, not waiting for him to finish his question. “No sir, Mr. Dalton. You’ve offended the Mrs., therefore you will have to be punished. “ She begins to tease his nipples, licking along his chest, making her way down to his navel, biting with enough pressure to draw a hiss. He attempts to sit up, but she pushes him back down.

Unzipping his jeans, she teases his abdomen, his quiver satisfying her mood. “Umm, I see you’re wearing the open fly boxers I bought you. Very freeing, aren’t they? Let me free you right now.” She straddles him, sliding back to his knees, leaning to tease his growing member, grazing her teeth from his scrotum to tip just before reaching through  the slit to pull him free.

Licking the tip, allowing her tongue to circle the underside of the head playfully, knowing this takes hold of him every time, she finally takes him in her mouth... slowly descending to avoid choking. Giving time for the stretch to kick in, she teases his scrotum, causing him to arch up, driving himself deeper still. 

“Move, Alina. You know I can’t take it when you just hold it in your mouth like that. Teasing him further still, she glides her teeth against him still, inching painfully and slowly towards the tip. He sits up abruptly, pulling her to him for a kiss, begging her to just ride him.

She straddles him, but refuses to move, insisting that he doesn’t either. This will be his punishment for getting upset with her earlier. When he goes to explain his position, she hushes him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, which he begins to suck and tease, their kiss growing hungrier by the minute...

Unable to resist any longer, he lifts her, tucking her under him as he lays her against the bench, thrusting deeply into her, biting her nipples as he holds her hands above her head. “Is this your way of reprimanding me... for... for taking your bike?” His thrust now reaches a punishing thrust. His guttural moan tells her that she is correct. “Don’t you think you deserve it?,” he mumbles.

“So does that mean you’ll spank me, too?” I have an even better idea. He withdraws, which elicits a bout of pouting and whining from Alina. “Since you interrupted my data sampling, you’ll be my test subject to see if I have worked out all of the kinks in this robotic arm...” A sinister smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, causing her curiosity to peak.

He pulls her to her feet, tugging her to a leather reclining chair. “What are the rules when it comes to my bike, Alina?” “Don’t touch?” Pulling something out the desk, he agrees. “Correct, so you will be restrained. Maybe this will help you learn not to touch. Oh and by the way, I know you were touching yourself earlier... That’s my job, you’ll be punished for that as well.” 

She pouts, batting her look of innocence towards him, only for him to tell her to save it for another time, it won’t work today. Her legs separated and ankles bound together behind the leg of the recliner, with her wrists bound behind the back of it, connected to the ankle restraints. He brings over the robotic arm, fixed to a wheeled stand. He puts on the control glove, walking over to Alina.

Snatching her head back, he kisses her aggressively, then mouth pressed to her ear whispers, “What would I do if you were to ever leave me, Alina. That bike could have been the end of us. You didn’t even wear a helmet. I can’t ever lose you. Why do you insist on tormenting my heart this way?”

He kisses her again, this time, biting her lip drawing blood. “I want you to remember this lesson... Do. Not. Touch...” He lowers himself to her center, yanking her as far forward as the restraints will allow. He kisses her mound, then nips at her thighs, biting softly at first, but applying more pressure as he moves toward her center, teasing her opening with light flicks of his tongue.

He can tell by the clench in her abdomen that his torment is having the desired affect. He stands, lowering the robotic arm, motioning the glove, bringing its movements to life. He simulates teasing her clit with circular movements as the hand movements mimic this against Alina. She tries ever so hard to hide the pleasure that it is giving her. But Sam knows all of her erogenous zones. 

He pushes the arm forward, adjusting the angle a bit more, as his movement begins again. He walks around to his equipment, pressing record, “Can’t miss out on substantial data, now can I? You’d be surprised what this thing can do.”

 He half expected Alina to be angry and disgusted, but she was open to the torture, stating test away... taunting that he couldn’t bring a reaction from her. So torture her he did, until she came with such a force that it turned Sam on at the sight. Cutting away the restraints, to Sam’s surprise, she became the aggressor. 

Backing Sam against the desk, mounting him and aggressively bringing him to completion...biting at his neck and chest, piercing pain shooting through his nipples. “You should have told me you were into vampires, Sam. I have an outfit for that,” she teases. His only words, “What is my rule Alina?”

“Don’t. Touch. Your. Bike!” (Sam spanks her rear with each word.)

“Good girl, now let’s pick up where you intended to start! You know I love it when you’re naughty...” Handing her the backpack, they both rush to the living quarters... Her night of play has just begun.

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18. Scorned Hearts (TRR/OH Riley Brooks/Bryce Lahela)

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I’m glad that you put the ice cream down, lol... This may have turned your stomach, lol...

(This gif shows a heart attack... Something Riley begins to feel she is having over all that is going on between her and Liam... Luckily the skilled surgeon is there to make things lighter, and even offer comfort beyond his charming smile.)

A/N: Riley Brooks joins her best friend Daniel in Boston for a much needed get away after things turn scandalous in Cordonia. She began receiving physical threats and assaults, so Liam thought it best that she leave Cordonia. Riley took this as him deciding that she wasn’t his best choice for love and potential  Queen after all. Daniel is planning a bachelor party bar crawl, and has asked Riley to meet him in Boston. His sister, Sienna Trinh is a resident at Edenbrook Hospital who is getting married at the end of the week. Riley has a week to get to know the alluring surgeon that has captured her attention... Will she seek a new path, or will things in Cordonia warrant her return?

Rating: Explicit (although the attached snippet is not)

After settling in and showering, she starts to feel like a semblance of her old self. She enters the living room to see Daniel dancing to their favorite play list. “Come join me, I need “Wiley Riley”  to help me get into party planning mode. She joins him, laughing hysterically and how uncoordinated Daniel pretends to be. “Will you go to view the bars with me? You know I always need your opinion…” His face lights up as she agrees, “I promised you an adventure, and adventure you shall have.” She hugs him, “You know none of that is necessary right… But I might just lay the first attractive guy that hints towards it… and NO judgement okay…” Hands raised in surrender, Daniel merely smirks, “Do you, my Wiley Riley!”

After touring several bars, Daniel tells Riley that he has to visit his sister at Edenbrook hospital, she has some ideas that she needs to run past him, but she is working a double shift and needs him to stop there. “A hospital… Oh, Daniel… It’s been too long, is this the adventure that you promised?” He laughs at her joke, but muses, ‘You never know …”

Arriving in the atrium, he immediately spots her with a group of people, all laughing at someone within the group who is talking animatedly with wild hand gestures and body movements. Riley finds herself smiling, and even laughing to herself at the scene, wondering what he could possibly be discussing. He turns, noticing the smile on her face. His loss for words has the group turning to follow his gaze. One of them, a gorgeous Indian female, doesn’t pass up the chance to taunt him over it, “Look, someone has finally managed to shut the scalpel jockey up! I have never seen you this way…” Sienna sees Daniel next to the woman who has stolen the attention of the group, and makes her way over, “Hey, Daniel! We all need to know who your friend is and invite her out for drinks! We have been trying to shut Bryce up for a while now,” she laughs, “You two … come meet my friends,”

Riley can see the relation between the two. Sienna has the same kind hearted spirit as Daniel. Upon reaching the group, Sienna introduces Daniel, but looks to Riley for a moment feeling bad for not getting her name beforehand. “Hi, I’m Riley… It’s a pleasure to meet you all…” Bryce sidles up beside Riley, taking her hand, “Oh, it can definitely be a pleasure.” Sienna whacks his shoulder, “Bryce! Reel it in, already!” Riley hasn’t taken her eyes from his, nor removed her hand. He notices, and takes it a step further, “We were all heading to Donahue’s for our break, care to join?” Jackie steps up, shoving Bryce out of the way, “Can we at least finish introductions first? She may find SOME of us more interesting!”

“Hi, I’m Jackie, to my left is Elijah, Aurora and Rafael.” Riley smiles, nodding to each as Jackie gives their name. “You’ve met Sienna and Scalpel Jockey here.” Butting in and assuming his place beside Riley, “Scalpel Jockey is also known as Bryce… Bryce Lahela. Now, back to my earlier proposal” .... Daniel chimes in, “We’d love to join… We can take a break from our bar search.”  Daniel whispers to Sienna as Riley was deep into conversation with Bryce. “Guys, you go ahead. Daniel is gonna go with me upstairs to get my notepad… I totally forgot it before we left…”

Riley gives Daniel a suspicious look, but smiles and winks, letting him know that there was a potential for more with Bryce later. Arriving at Donahue's, the group heads to a booth, but Bryce holds Riley back, offering to show her around the bar… seeing that Daniel was still shopping around for bars to add to the bar crawl.

***** This will take a turn for smut, lol... Seems to be my living area in the writer’s world, lol... *****

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Becoming Mrs. Dalton...

These guys heard that Zeta Psi is throwing a party... who’s joining???

Well, young Dahlia Schuyler is about to get her party on... will this be her night of fun adventure???? What else would college be about????

Nerves won’t stop this party girl...

What’s your pregame before the party?

Zeta Psi! (🗣🗣🗣🗣 Frat boys shouting!!!!)

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TNA Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton.

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Hints at possible unwanted sex, drunkenness, humiliation

Word Count: 899+

The Entrapment of Minds...

Two Princeton college students meet at a Zeta Psi Frat party, intoxicated, but fully aware of the connection they share.

The guy (Samuel Dalton)... a twenty-two year old with enough clout to buy anything he saw fit. Sex on legs, suave, athletic, highly educated, and rich... with a personal rumor mill that drew females to him instead of away... and even some males were fascinated over this young entrepreneur. He was not only attending college for graduate studies, but he was also teaching in an Aide capacity in the Biochemistry lab.

The girl (Dahlia Schuyler)... a seventeen year old genius that had graduated lower education at the age of 15, and has been attending college, but had not been allowed on-campus housing until she reached this age. Her form was that of a mature young woman, deceiving those who gazed upon her... a thrill that led her to events such as Fraternity and Sorority parties, on campus BET parties, foam parties... any party damned near, although her innocence betrayed her... that is until she came across the writings of her new influences... Kristina Laferne Roberts aka Zane and Eric Jerome Dickey... writers of erotic fiction novels... emphasis on fiction. She learned of self pleasure and expressions of emotions that she wanted to experience beyond her mind...

And then he appeared... drunken, handsome, willing... There was no conversation held that would give clue to the fact that he should turn away from her quickly... Only her forward gripping of his masculine body, and her request for him to make her feel good...

She led him to a secluded area of the Frat House away from everyone... his gait staggering, but sexy and alluring still. She was going to experience what rumors told of...

Her anxiety clouding her judgement, failing to protect herself against the unintended pregnancy that had the potential to occur. Her ovulation calendar was her worst enemy... creeping up as a warning not to move forward with this...But ignorantly overtaken by physical need, she received that which she craved most...falling into slumber in his protective grip...

Damn... she belonged in these arms... But morning came with a heartbreaking truth... It had all meant nothing to him... but everything to her. She was alone, blinking into view ... members of the Frat House standing at the doorway, snickering... as she lay exposed.

~~~~~~~~~~ His point of view ~~~~~~~~~~

The sun shone brightly upon his sore eyes, his head aching from the piercing light... Hungover, he looks down to see the long flowing strands of her silky hair draped against his chest, completely covering her face.

Somewhat of a remembrance comes as he gently brushes her hair aside... he sees this beautiful young thing sleeping peacefully... the sweetest smile upon her face. Who is this gorgeous creature? How was I lucky enough to end up like this? With someone so ... peaceful?

He reaches down to kiss her lips as he brings to meet his... That undeniable pull in his loins urges him to wake her in the most sensual way... He attempts to will himself to wait until she rises... but with the sweet taste of her still on his tongue... it takes over his resolve...

He rolls her off of him, lowering himself until his lips delve between her thighs, grazing against her delicate skin until they find their intended place of rest. She shifts without fully waking, moaning at his gentle strokes of her center as she pools into his mouth... the sensation causing her to open her eyes in an attempt to watch him devour her.

She draws herself up to sit back against the multitude of pillows, spreading to allow him to finish this beautiful start to her morning. Angling her, he teases her clit, causing her breath to catch, then dips his tongue into a spiral sweep of her walls. His thrusts become deeper... faster, as his hands grip her ass pulling her closer, rocking her against his movements.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~ End of his view ~~~~~~~~~~

 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.

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, 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 !!! ...

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G'day cobba! Hope you're having a beautiful day/night and feel in need of a little fun! I wonder, are you game to try this lil ask? 😜 #5 for Sam & Dahlia pwetty pwease 😘 love you, chicka!

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@aussieez Anything for you !!! (When you give a girl a challenge, you really give a challenge, lol... Here goes!!!)

#5: That emotional moment that you can’t find a plot for. Also, June 2021 Choices Challenge Day#12: “That’s hot.”

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,800

Trigger Warnings: Drinking under age, spiking of alcohol w/intended date rape of a male-unsucessful so don’t fret too much, sex while under the influence, possible profanity in music/lyrics of which I do not own the rights to, potential memory loss.

{Inspiration Song Lyrics}

The moment Sam saw her, he was fixated. She didn’t notice him noticing her, but she definitely noticed him. She closed her eyes, formulating her plan... Yesssss! He’s here...I was beginning to think he wouldn’t come... Good thing the rumor mill still holds true...

Now... what’s going to be my tactic... Do I walk by and stagger into him? Nah... I don’t want to appear as the sloppy drunk... although that is exactly the type he normally goes for... This ... This has to go differently... 

Just peep to see if he’s checking you out... Okay, he is... I’ll just touch my body a bit... put the hint out there... Pucker those lips a bit... slowly trace your lips, maybe lick them... Now just keep this sway up until the song ends… You can even turn a bit and let him check out these Tommy’s… more specifically, this ass… Just keep checking his location without getting caught.

The song soon comes to an end switching to a much faster tempo, so she goes inside to the bar for another drink… I’ll have a Strawberry Patron Margarita on the rocks. “Such a strong drink for such a petite frame…” She turns to see that Sam has joined her at the bar. “Mmm… Think so?,” replying as the glass meets her lips, the cool liquid providing pleasant relief to the fever building within.

Sam’s focus quickly moving to the glass, watching the drink flow delicately through the plastic party glass, meeting her lips, taking in her deep swallow… imagining his engorging member in its place, quickly ordering a grand marnier on the rocks. She lowers her glass… her brow raised at his request of drink… “Talk about a heavy hitter…” Clearing his throat at her words, his swallow traveling his windpipe instead of its proper channel, “You have NO idea,” he replies with a smirk.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Immediately Erica Banks “Buss It” comes on … This is a party, is it not… Since she has his undivided attention, Dahlia proceeds to slow twerk, providing all the eye candy drunken eyes could desire. “Excuse me, sorry I didn’t get your name… but I feel a dance coming on. Maybe I will see you around later, though.” (You’re so bad… who doesn’t know his name? Bait set!)

(Where is this chick from… She doesn’t know who I am? She’s baiting me, right…) “It’s Sam…” But Dahlia has already begun her sensual stride to the dancefloor, though she does give a look back over her shoulder, offering him a smile before exiting. Highly intrigued, He quickly gets a refill of his drink and makes his way after her.

Unfortunately, everyone here seems to particularly like this song, and the crowd grows… But he becomes more determined to find her. He makes his way up to the balcony level, addressing those who call out his name, hurriedly walking out onto the balcony’s edge for a better view. After surveying the crowd, he sees her… (There she is… so damned beautiful!)

Dahlia was determined that he would fall for her before the night’s end. He watched her dismiss everyone who approached… guy after guy, and a few females. After a few unwanted dances, he decided to test his luck, but not before stopping at the bar once more. Back turned, he answered yet another call of his name, never noticing the pill being dropped into his drink.

Wrapping up the conversation as quickly as possible, he hurriedly downs the last drink of the night. Turning to rush to see if she has left the spot that he last saw Dahlia, accidentally bumping into Felicia. “Hi Sam, it’s been way too long… I thought mayb-” He looks at her with pure anger, “Didn’t I take out a restraining order out on you? Bye, FELICIA !” Walking around her, she grabs his arm, pleading for a moment of his time, but he snatches away, “Last warning!”

Feliciaty Stuckatto, a senior Biochem student that can’t seem to take the hint, and certainly doesn’t plan to give up until she gets Sam alone again and has her way with him. (Not giving a care for her exact name, he just called her Felicia, which was the best his drunken memories would allow.) She goes over to one of his close associates, whispering sweet nothings… promising favors for a bit of help.

And then he appeared… drunken, handsome, willing… There was no conversation held that would give clue to the fact that he should turn away from her quickly… Only her forward gripping of his masculine body, and her request for him to make her feel good…

Not sure if he advanced first or if she did, he runs his hand along her side, causing her to drown in his touch as he teases the exposed skin under her tube top, all the while gyrating in her grip of his center. The sensual tease both are providing are enough to induce a kiss so passionate, everything around them fades from reality. When they separate, she runs her tongue along her upper lip slowly, savoring the remnants of his taste. He leans in, whisering words that send shivers down her spine, “That’s hot.”

“Let’s move someplace priv-...” Sam’s words are cut short as the dizziness sets in momentarily, completely unnoticed. Her focus on completing her desired goal, she pulls Sam to a dark secluded corner, sitting on a bench out of everyone’s view. The beats of 50 Cent’s “Just a Lil Bit” wafting in and out in a wavelike volume, sound fading as does the breeze seemingly carrying it, as their kisses become more insistent.

“Give me a private dance?” Intrigued, Dahlia obliges. She spreads his legs before turning, snaking her hips as she lowers to sit on his lap. Sam taking hold of her hips as his vision blurs. Body to body, he feels the heat from her as she grinds against him. Reaching to rub her center, he counter grinds, as his head lolls back, his breaths deep and slow. As if proving her flexibility, Dahlia slides forward, straddling his thighs, gyrating seductively as she slowly leans into a backbend… taking his hands, assisting his gentle massage.

A pulse rushes through his member at the realization that she is braless, feeling her peaks form at their touch. “Did I tell you that I LOOOOVE lollipops, Sam?” Leaning forward after a sultry kiss… Sam having cupped her chin, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth as if testing its depth, sliding his free hand down her neck and slipping into her top to pinch her peaks and feel her breast against his hand.

She stands, turning and lowering to unzip his pants. “This needs freeing, I can see. So stiff… but I can help with that.” Her full lips surround his pulsing length, it’s strength almost controlling her actions until she takes hold of it. “Looks like I have to show this thing who’s boss… Try not to come too quickly.” The wet strokes of his length immediately take his breath. The effects of the pill kicking in, causing a sensitivity to touch that amplifies her efforts. Every swirl of her tongue has him arcing, the urge to cum almost overwhelming him. “Not yet, Sam… the pleasure is just beginning.”

She drags her nails along the insides of his thighs, inducing a flex that shows off the tone of his body from thigh to abs. She steadies his jerk by softly stroking his abdomen, but decides to end his torment. The steady bob of her head immediately pushes him to guide her head with a soft grip, bucking into her jaws as she bears her nails into his skin… “DAMN, GIR- -IR -IR- IRLLL,” he stammers as his ejaculation subsides. The view of her taking all of him without hassle spurs his nature yet again.

He pulls her into a kiss that has her pooling with an uncontrolled need for him to fill her swollen core. “Sam, is there somewhere we can go?” Not even bothering to zip his pants, he pulls his shirt free for coverage, dragging her to a room inside Zeta Psi Fraternity. His intention, taking her in every way she would allow him to. Cumming seems to have cleared his fogginess, he had no issues from this point forward. Satisfying her in all the ways the grapevine said he would and then some, Dahlia was not regretting her decision at all.

Damn… she belonged in these arms… But morning came with a heartbreaking truth… It had all meant nothing to him… but everything to her. She was alone, blinking into view … members of the Frat House standing at the doorway, snickering… as she lay exposed.

~~~~~ A girl scorned ... ~~~~

A disappointed Felicity sees Sam leaving with Dahlia, following at a distance. She stands in the shadows, watching Sam allow Dahlia to touch him in the way she desired. The scowl on her face becoming deeper as her anger set in. She would get her revenge… This squirrel wasn’t going to get her nut without penalty…

That morning, Felicity was leaving out of a room further down the hall as she saw Sam exit a room ahead of her, standing in the doorway, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he peered into the room. Once he was out of sight, Felicity slowly opened the door to the room, seeing Dahlia resting peacefully, the room wreaking of their sex… She slowly pushed the door completely open, easing out of the room. Her plot of revenge clear in her mind now.

Once downstairs, she makes sure Sam doesn’t see her. Noticing the lingering group, she whispered something sinister in one of the drunken fraternity member’s ears; after kissing him to avoid being seen by Sam’s friend as he finished their conversation in the far corner of the room. “Sam said that his recruit for the Boys of Princeton is waiting upstairs. She’s sleeping, but she’ll understand once you enter the room.”

He looks at her, “What did you say your name was again?” She smiles coyly, “It’s Sabrina, silly! Now go before Sam thinks I didn’t relay his message!”... With her plan unfolding, she exits unnoticed by those remaining.

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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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Open Apologies with a Fresh Start...

It isn’t always easy to get over an embarrassing situation, but we have to move forward anyway... Let’s see what Dahlia decides to do...

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton

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:  drunkenness at a party, intimacy

Word Count: 1010 approx.

Little did she know that Jay knew who she was. To him, she wasn't just some random girl. His intention on that night, before she vanished from his view, was to introduce himself to her... and to ask her out.

They attended the same Lecture Hall for Socioeconomics so he would definitely have plenty of opportunity to gain her attention, and beg for her forgiveness at his tactless conversation. It was not how he'd intended things to go at their official meeting.

She saw Jay at her next Lecture Hall. He gave her a gentle smile, even nodding to the empty seat next to him, in case she wanted to try their introduction again. Putting on a brave face, she made her way up the rows and took the seat next to him. "Hi, I'm Dahlia... Dahlia Schuyler, but my friends call me Lia... So what will you be calling me?"

"Bae.. if I'm lucky," he responds confidently... flashing her a billion dollar smile showing all of his pearly whites. She had no idea at the time that her dollar quote was on the money. "S-Sorry about yesterday!," they both blurt out at the same time, both dropping their head in silent laughter...

-------------------- A look back, after she ran away------------------------------

She ran as fast as she could to her dorm, not wanting to be recognized by another person who witnessed 'that moment'. She apologized in passing to the many people she'd run into, unable to see through her tears. After what seemed like forever, she finally made it inside. Throwing herself across her bed, she could finally exhale and let her every emotion run wild. She screamed, threw things, cursed, and cried until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Her rest wouldn't provide itself to be rejuvenating, as her dreams were haunted with memories of that night. No matter how many times she would force herself awake, the dream would start from the same point each time...

'Hold You' by Gyptian was the music that many of the party goers gyrated to, fitting the reggae theme of the night.

As she'd led Sam to the secluded place, she allowed him to slow wind against her tight fitting Tommy Hilfiger jeans... her ass snapping back into his groin, stirring his appetite for sex.

The sideways thrusts of her hips into him, combined with her thigh separating his legs for a slow rolling grind against his length, which was now stiffening quickly, told her that she'd made the right choice of partner for exploration of her curiosities. Her slow wind moved his length about, fully awakening if for the readiness she'd expected when they reached the secluded spot.

                       Someone had put in a special song request, going against the night's theme, but it didn't seem to bother these party goers one bit... certainly provided a common tenor to the night. As the speakers blared the song, she could hear the baritone voices of the guys singing along... whooping and laughter mixed with song.

She'd heard Sam's tongue game was enough to have you squealing louder than a referee's whistle... that his large hands and feet told of his girth. This song was pushing her curiosity into overdrive.

She couldn't take her eyes off of the parts she was determined would trail her body tonight. Those full luscious lips, those long meaty fingers... that third leg threatening to tear its way through the front of his chinos... his Burberry polo hugging his pecs splendidly... damned near every inch of him was calling for her touch.

Hovering close to her ear, Sam sings along with the song in a low husky voice, "Gon play with it, work that clit, cum girl." He holds her hand against it, gyrating their bodies now glued together as one, causing her to work her own clit through her clothing. Her nerves shatter as he slips his hand inside her jeans from behind; gripping her whole mound with a soft squeeze. Pulling her zipper down, he slides his free hand past her thong just before separating his fingers to stroke both her clit and insides in a long pinch motion, then in an alternating rub to bring forth her flow.

Once damp, he removes his hand, putting his fingers in her mouth. "Suck 'em," he whispers. "I want you to know why my tongue will be nose deep as soon as we're alone... That taste right there... I fucking crave it, girl! You're gonna give it all to me."

She looks at him with a fire and hunger that says dance over... then pulls him from the party.

She's awakened by the alarm set on her iPhone, blaring "Red Light Special".  Aggravated, she hurries to silence her phone, checking the time. Heaving a heavy sigh, she leaves for the dining hall for tonight's meal before resuming her studies.

"Regroup, Dahlia! You have to maintain your GPA or dad will kill you... and there is no way I am moving back home..."

------------------ Moving On ---------------------

Jay and Dahlia became very close friends, spending a lot of time together in Study Hall and at her favorite spot by the lake. She had even allowed him to kiss her on occasion without pulling away. It was starting to feel like normalcy again. Jay was someone that she could trust... she was even starting to believe they could be much more... But she would 'read the instructions before opening the package' this time.

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Surviving Humiliation...

Have you ever wanted to just dig a hole and bury yourself in it?

Then somebody calls you out? Yeah, that’s her the ... girl left naked in the Zeta Psi Frat House... Yep, ‘Dirty Dalton’s’ latest victim...

You can’t disappear fast enough...

It’s all over campus, you haven’t heard?

Word Count: 1475 approx.

Rating: General

-----------Memory Lane------------------

Dahlia had learned her lesson about 'opening the package before reading the instructions' as her grandma used to quote to her before she passed. She was having a lot of memories flood back to her through the tears she couldn't seem to end.

They would always talk about the 'inappropriate' feelings she began to have at such an early age. Grandma Addie always told her that everyone matured at different paces, and not to be ashamed of the feelings that embarrassed her... feelings It that made her feel like she had to keep to herself. It was like having the perfect best friend. She could always be herself with Grandma Addie, never having to worry about being chastised for just 'being human'.

The best advice that she had received from her, was to never cower away from the most difficult things to face. Doing so would only lead to standing still... With Dahlia's spirit of curiosity and adventure, there was no way she could 'stand still'.

Her mother used to always scold her over sitting with her legs open, and over Dahlia's reply, "What? It has to breathe!" She would always withdraw from the conversation as soon as the lecture over being 'lady-like' would begin... she'd heard it way too many times, and could repeat it verbatim...

But she was gone now... Grandma Addie had passed peacefully due to old age. She definitely couldn't go to her mother or father to talk... She was their brilliant child who would never be out sleeping around to discover herself, or focus on anything other than her studies. They had failed Dahlia in that department... always shying away from discussion anything relating to sexuality. Well, there was the one awkward conversation about birth control... Which they definitely expressed was only for precaution due to being in the company of older college goers.

She couldn't let the hurtful acts of others force her into hiding, and no matter how difficult. She couldn't hide behind false excuses of contagious sickness any longer, so she emailed her teachers to inform them of her clearance to resume attending classes.

----------------- Later after morning classes --------------------------

It had been days after Dahlia had run out of the Zeta Psi Frat House, and she was sitting in her new favorite spot attempting to study for an upcoming exam. In the past, she had tried everything from all-nighters in the Study Hall with classmates, to private study in her dorm, to outdoor study sessions... just her, her studio Beats headphones, books and notes. So far, the lake seemed to be the place she could focus most, although her mind just couldn't stray her most humiliating moment since starting Princeton.

Man, did he just ditch us for some random girl?

Jay Christopher Hunt , aka J.C., was passing by with a group of his friends when he caught sight of Dahlia. After saying he'd catch up to them later, he hesitantly approached the shaded bench that she was perched on... certain that she wouldn't want to talk to anyone after the way she had been treated. He was very empathetic to the whole 'Sam's discarded playthings' club, as the number was beyond count... Hell, if he had to guess, he would say over half of the women on campus.

He guessed, by her silent lip movements, that she must have been reciting from her notes that she would periodically look down at... the notebook and notes spread across her thighs in the folded sitting position she was in. He watched the gentle breeze tussle her hair, blocking her view, and her constantly toss it out of the way again. A gentle smirk ran across his cheek as he admired her determined look, finding it very attractive, all the while wishing he had approached her before now. She'd just seemed too innocent... but after hearing her sultry moans... he was sure that the age difference would only matter in his mind... Which now, seemed not to matter at all.

Dahlia groaned in frustration, throwing her head back, her headphones sliding off and her quickly trying to catch them, knocking her notes and backpack from the bench as her legs flailed. J.C. rushed to catch her before she fell backwards off of the bench. Swiftly helping her up, he quickly moved to grab her notes before the wind could blow them too far.

She moved to lift the backpack, as it had her private journal, IDs, and dorm key inside... but before she could grasp the handle, J.C. had already scooped it up, handing it to her. With a puzzled look on her face, she quickly remembered her manners. "Thank you... I would have been fucked if those had blown away." His eyebrow arched at the word, her love sounds coming back to memory.

He cleared his throat, but really was attempting to clear the thought from his mind. But the clear image of her beautiful form just would not escape his mind. "Dahlia, right? We didn't get to meet, but I saw you with Sam at the Zeta Psi party. I was headed your way, but then the two of you disappeared...

Anyway, I'm Jay... Jay Christopher Hunt, but my friends call me J.C. So what will you be calling me? Oh, and nice to finally meet you..." He extends his hand, and hesitantly she shakes it..., "Dahlia... and since you pretty much prevented my failing my next exam, you can call me Lia... Oh, and I guess I will be calling you Jay, because I like to be different... how does that sit with you, Jay?"

"I can handle that... if you allow me to sit," he says in the most intriguing tone. Moving her things, and straightening herself on the bench, she replies, "By all means, please do." This was proving to be better than she'd expected... She was approached by a very attractive young man that smelled of Baryshnikov aftershave. The scent familiar because it was popular among the elite men of society... which is to say, her father wore it.

She took in his muscular tone as he moved to sit next to her, choosing the space closest, then her eyes quickly darted at his hands and feet. Her brow twitched with curiosity, she was already imagining his size in anticipation... that is, until the next words fell from his succulent lips.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for that morning after... you know?" Dahlia is immediately taken aback, responding, "Huh? What do you mean... morning after?"

"Well, the guys and I were curious about who was making those sounds every guy wants to hear from their lady. Someone mentioned... well, that Sam Dalton had a girl in there... Bets were placed on who... none of us expected... well, YOU.."

"WOW! This is getting more awkward by the word..." She starts to pack up her laptop and notes, as Jay pleads for her to allow him to correct the way his words came out... "We all thought it was a particular Alpha SoHo that likes... you know, multi play..." As she moves faster, her face twists in total disgust, causing her to knock her things off the bench as she looks at him. He continues, "We stand in the doorway... she picks her next victim... that type of thing ???"

She shoots him an utterly disgusted look with her brows and lips clenched angrily; silently wanting to slap him. "That's the type of guy that you are... and you approached me?," she snapped, her voice escalating quickly. She wanted to scream out... even use the Emergency Blue Light phone. The incident had already caused her to take self defense through the campus' free R.A.D. (Rape Aggression Defense) training as a refresher.

Sensing her distress, he apologizes for having approached her, but tells her that she was never in any danger of them, and was still welcome to "utilize" their Frat House in the future without interruption... it wold be the least they'd attempt to do at making amends for their behavior.

She had now inherited her own team of 'Big Brothers' to make sure nothing ever happened to her while she attended parties or just classes in general. It had been a situation that proved traumatic for her, and could've gotten their fraternity in serious trouble.

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[secretaryunpaid]

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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[secretaryunpaid]

Facing angry parents...

When your actions begin to spread out of your control, all that’s left to do is face the music...

TNA Fic

Word Count: 1,800 approx.

Rated: General

Warnings: possible explicit lyrics, anxiety, frustration

A/N: Taking it back to the college days this fic, simply because I left some things unanswered... Plus, I need to reduce this drafts folder...

Dahlia sat in her bed curled into the fetal position anticipating the arrival of her parents. Oh how she wished that it was her Grandma Addie who was coming instead. But, she’d never again witness the scene of her running into her grandma’s arms, tears flowing, receiving the comfort that always took place at just the sight of her.

She wiped her eyes clear of tears just barely enough to read the screen of her phone. She frantically scrolled until she was there before her... her smile of wisdom ... her twinkling eyes filled with love... her hardened cheeks of pure pride...

Oh Grandma Addie, I had this idea of what love was supposed to be like, but Princeton totally shattered that for me. I remember everything you taught me about heartache... That even though my world seems at its worst, the best comes after the scars... I am reborn into the image that I choose, not what people try to make of me.

From now on, I am choosing myself first, just like you told me to. You always said that men are a luxury, not a necessity. Find strength in yourself, not in what someone else brings to you.

So I’ll be powerful alone... but, I sure wish you were here to handle daddy when he gets here... You know what type of crazed lion he can be. Let’s hope mom will help with that... It’s just... No one understood me like you. I miss you.

The time comes for me to meet mom and dad. Goodness, why does this feel like I am driving into a trap. Like I’ll never be able to return to MY life.

I finally arrive and make my way to dad’s study.I know I’ll find him there, because this is where all of the “You Fucked Up!” lectures are held. Dad is so predictable... Mom on the other hand, who knows what to expect from her...

Dahlia’s father is the Minister of Entrepreneurship and Information Technology... Her mother, a U.S. citizen working for the International Trade Administration.

Immediately upon walking through the door, dad goes in on me. I already knew that I wouldn’t get a word of explanation in .. just sit there and take in every word... I just may be asked to repeat it... Uggggghhhh!.

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?

Dahlia, this is not what your mom and I paid your tuition for... We did not raise you to be some pass around for some damned Fraternity!

NOW PULL IT TOGETHER!!!!

Even her sister Riley is here and, although she is normally on Dahlia’s side, she can’t help but side with their parents on this... But she will save her discussion for when their parents aren’t around. She also has to tell her the news that she is leaving town, and it could possibly be for good.

But ... MOM! Dad never lets me explain... what am I supposed to say here?

“Do you know how hard it was for me to convince your father not to pull you out of Princeton right now? We have talked to your professors and arranged for you to attend your classes virtually. You will take your exams in their office during their free hour.”

“But, mom!” Voice cracking and tears forming, Dahlia tries to interject, but is promptly cut off by her mom.

“I don’t think you realize how you could have permanently damaged your future... you’re lucky to be alive, and still fully functional... There are parts of this whole ordeal you may never remember, but take heed dear...

We won’t give you another chance. You will NOT cause any further problems for this family. The amount of money we have had to throw around to keep this mess you’ve created under the radar and out of the headlines is unreal!

Last chance... NO MORE SCREW UPS! Do you understand me? And that answer damned well better be, “YES, MA’AM!”

At the end of this term, you’re leaving Princeton. We’re moving you to Harvard. Lucky for you your acceptance letter is still valid.”

“Yes ma’am. I promise, I will turn this around. Just, pleeeeaaaasssseee let me stay at Princeton.”

“Good that you know you need to be begging right now... but I’m putting a lid on all of this free time that you seem to have for trouble...

After your last final exam, you will start a job at Russo Industries. It’s already been arranged. I’ve already made arrangements. Don’t screw this up Dahlia... Understood?”

Her mother approaches her husband in a final attempt to reason with him. He still feels that enough punishment hasn’t been issued. Dahlia doesn’t seem to be remorseful about her actions, only throwing a privileged tantrum in his eyes.

“Babe, let me handle this with our daughter before it blows out of control for all of us emotionally ... Please... You’re a very wise man, but when it comes to the emotions of young girls and male attention... I think you may miss the mark with her ...  We don’t have all of the facts, and she probably won’t open up now that we have come in so roughly with this... Please, trust me...”

Her father is reluctant, but he waits in the car after stressing that something more firm than words has to be done to get her attention... He agrees to giving her the lead in this, but if he feels like she hasn’t acted strongly enough, he will step in and she will have to agree to his way of handling it from that point forward.

She walks to Dahlia’s side, and takes her shoulder firmly. “Young lady, we need to talk before we get in this car with your father... So what do you plan on doing about these young men?”

I don’t talk to anyone but Jenny Klein after everything that happened mom.

Then keep it that way! Now, go change, we have a lunch meeting and you’re coming with us. There are some people you’ll need to meet before we catch our flight out.

So that’s it... you just fly in, turn my life upside down and then.. just fly off... Can’t you see that I need you mom! If Grandma Addie was here...”

DON’T YOU DARE! Listen good Dahlia... I won’t have any of your smart mouth. You know our work schedules and demands. You should feel privileged to have the freedoms that you do! NOW, change... we’ll be leaving within the hour.

Feeling like she was the five year old kindergarten student again, being dropped at the doorsteps of this large school without care, no affection or words of encouragement offered, she leaves the room to change.

As they prepared to leave, feeling that they had made their position clear with Dahlia, their last act was to take her Black Card and her car.

This has nothing to do with love, and everything to do with your LIFE! You’ll thank us later... maybe much later, but you will.

--- Meeting of Sorority Sisters ---

Later, Dahlia meets with her sorority sisters after having avoided them after the whole Zeta Psi incident. They have been constantly reaching out, but she has only answered Jenny, requesting that she not say anything to anyone...

Guys, I am so angry! All because of this shit with Jay, my parents are moving me to Harvard! My life is under their thumb now! I can’t believe that I let this happen to me ... AGAIN!!!! ...  Why would he do this to me???

“He said that you did this to yourself,” Sabrina blurts out accidentally.

“WHAT????? Wait, wait, hold up... Since when have you and Jay been talking about me? He’s not even on campus anymore. You’re calling him now?”

Everyone falls silent, but turns to face Sabrina with total confusion.

“Well, no... I ... Umm, well we...” is all that Sabrina can mutter out...

“WE!!! ...  WE!!!...  So you’re a we now??? Sabrina, you’ve got five seconds to start talking, or so help me... The anger I feel right now... You are about to receive every bit of it...”

“We’re dating okay! We have been since before he met you...”

“WHAT... THE... FUCK!!!! ... Tell me why I shouldn’t rip your damned head off RIGHT now! You know what, I don ‘t want to hear another word from you... I’m calling Jay!”

“Hello...” Dahlia is giving Sabrina the death stare, and she receives the clear message to shut up and wait.

“We need to talk NOW! You owe me this!!!

It doesn’t take long for Jay to reach campus, and to text her saying he is outside. “I’ll be right out... meet at our old spot?”

“...’Kay...”

“Tell me this isn’t true...”

And so the solution to the question of why her life has been turned upside down begins to unravel... What will she learn next???

--- Transitioning to Howard----

Hey Jen! I tried reaching you, but this video message will have to do I guess...

Well, I just got in. I will call you once I get my boxes settled! I’ve got to tell you all about Russo Industries... First day, and I clumsily ran into the CEO’s daughter coming out of the elevator ... OMG! She has a resting bitch face... and her attitude...dayum! Privileged much?

Oh.. And I guess going to Harvard won’t be all bad, I have my own place !!! ... Get this ... It’s OFF-CAMPUS!!! So we’ll have to spend breaks and holidays together! Mom talked dad into giving me the keys to my baby back! I’m on my last strike, though.

Love ya! Call Meeeeeee!

Byeeeee!

I told you that I knew the best spots to eat on campus. That’s all the more reason to stick with me...

Girls, I have met someone new...  I’m so happy, I have even decided to forgive Sabrina... I don’t have time to worry about the past... we are Sisters after all, so I may not trust you ever again, but ... I forgive you.

#@aussieez #@pixie88 #@ezekielbhandarivellos #@shewillreadyou #@khoicesbyk #@txemrn #@Becoming Mrs. Dalton #@Dahlia Schuyler #@the nanny affair #@playchoices fanfiction #@choices fanfic

[secretaryunpaid]

Love, Cupid Hates Me...

Warnings: Explicit Music Lyrics (I do not own), otherwise funny and awkward attempt as not spending this Lover’s Holiday alone...

Rating: General Audience

Pairings: None

Word Count: Short so I didn’t even bother with counting... IJBH...

Dahlia hates Valentines Day... all the displays of affection, and she is on an “I Hate Men” trip. Every since she started this plot to get revenge on Sam, she has been slowly falling in love with him. No matter how much she tells herself that she hates him.

She was at the campus’ Communications Broadcasting Center when this happened...

That damned cupid bug just won’t stop biting her like a damned pest. He makes all the young girls believe all of the hoopla about opening their hearts up to the possibilities of lasting love.

She is joined by a random male, Eric Laughslim, who claims he just wanted to sit next to a friendly face from class... Not five minutes later, he’s asking for a phone number...

This guy just comes on way too strong... He’s cute, but I am looking for some triad arrangement here...

Just let me serenade you a lil’ bit... You’ll get it, then... {explicit lyrics...}

Truth be told, they were all just after the Kitty...

Valentines’ Day... The day of romantic dates, lost virginity, sappy proposals, but for Dahlia, she was on a hunt to put Cupid out of his misery.

That damned cupid... He is so dead if I ever see him again!

Has anybody seen that DAMNED CUPID?

Why does this boy have no game???? It’s times like this is when I HATE LOVE/LUST !!!

The problem here is your attitude.

Maybe, just maybe... he isn’t like the others...

I let him sit down... even tried a little convo, ya know... but what came next?

“Are you looking to get some “strange” tonight? Looks like you’re alone... I’m alone... Word on campus is...”

Pump yo brakes you horn-dog....

How did you think it was okay to just show up at my room, I literally ran from you earlier? What about that was not clear? {Door slams in face}

Dahlia’s reasons for hating love:

But always Kill ‘Em With Kindness... Best Advice I can give...

``` But, Happy Valentine’s Day to those who actually enjoy it! ```

Just adding a bit of humor to the occasion for those who aren’t really feeling it in 2021...

#i officially hate valentine's day #BUMP LOVE !!! #@aussieez #@pixie88 #@ezekielbhandarivellos #@shewillreadyou #@khoicesbyk #@nikki-2406 #@red-rookie #@princess-geek #@Becoming Mrs. Dalton #@txemrn #@satchellawndmakin #@gif #@thefrenchiemama #@the nanny affair #@Dahlia Schuyler #@aisza #@beardedpartyeggsflower

[secretaryunpaid]

Baiting the Trap for a Big Fish...

Grandma Addie always said, “You may never know who the true rat is, but you can always tell a rat by the bait it always goes for...” Okay, grandma... laying more traps... Let’s see how many more are set off... and if I catch the same rat every time...

------- Lighting Fires and Putting Them Out ----------

Sam had a P.R. nightmare on his hands. He’d climbed into the public eye with respect and grace. Known to the Biotech Industry as a genius like none other in his time. 

Someone had leaked photos, very convincing photos, to the most heinous Tabloids for celebrity scandal. There he was… his gorgeously cut bod, splayed underneath this brown skinned figure… His mouth buried in her sacred parts… her frame straddling his… His hands gripping her breasts coupled with hers … and then, that drunken smile… although to the world, he  appeared as drunken pleasure from the enjoyment of his wild night.

Yes, he was thrown! Immediately seeking out the poison that caused this dilemma in the first place. He quickly threw cubes of ice in the glass, dousing it with the expensive bourbon, taking almost the full glass in one gulp.

The buzzer sounded on his desk phone, his secretary’s nervous voice coming over the speaker. “Umm, Mr. Dalton, your wife is here. Should I?... Mrs. Dalton, please… I’m just doing my job…” her voice fades…

Sam quickly moves to the door, opening it to find his wife leaning over the secretary’s desk holding her shirt collar tightly in her grip… Alina scowling in the secretary’s face, furiously flushed a deep shade of red… trembling with a brief hesitation before she shoves her back into the desk chair… noting Sam standing at the desk’s edge.

He looks desperate, but attempts to guide her into his office without further display. She aggressively dismisses his touch, almost knocking him backwards. He cowardly follows her into the office… blankly trying to formulate cautious words to explain how this could possibly be… Truth be told, he was flabbergasted at the authenticity of the photos… But he’d never do this… and especially not in a way that something like this could ever occur.

Alina spins on him, unable to contain her emotion.Wiping the blood away from his lips, he quickly takes hold of her, locking her arms under his, forcing her still. ALINA !!!

Don’t you dare try to fucking deny this! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU !!!!

Tears immediately flow from Sam’s face. He’s never witnessed this side of his gentle wife. Completely torn from his element, he shifts to business mode. Quickly addressing the media scandal. Alina sucks in her breath so deeply that it immediately quiets Sam’s voice.

DO I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE IMAGE OF THIS FUCKING COMPANY ?!?!?!?

Sam becomes frozen… realizing the timer has run out and this is going to escalate fast. He pulls Alina to the desk chair, forcing her onto his lap. Holding onto her as if she’d leave and never look back. She’d slipped over that thin line of love into pure hatred … faltering to the extreme anger and trembling, exhaustion taking over.

She calmly asks through tears, “Just … why?” After I have my answer, the twins and I will be leaving Sam… I’ve contacted my sister, and she will be taking over my role in Dalton Enterprises affairs. Not officially, but as a liaison covering my interests. Sofia is more than capable, I’m sure you can agree.

Sam moves to plead, but the rage that he sees in her storming eyes lets him know that she’s made her unchangeable decision. He will just have to disprove this… It was his only chance…

“Alina, this is not true!,” he mutters out.

She knew he’d deny it. She slams her cellular against his chest, and tells him to view her latest Facebook message. Someone she’d absentmindedly accepted had sent her a video that shook Sam to his core.

His only response… JAW DROP!

Sam, as of right now, I am considering myself single AF. She peels herself from his grip… wipes away her tears, and struts out of his office without a look back.

Sam knows that he was in over his head at this point… Just as his senses returned and as he was going to chase Alina for one more chance to explain the unexplainable  … Mason, Sr. appeared before him.

Sit Your Ass Back Down! NOW!!!

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[secretaryunpaid]

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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Collateral Beauty... Look at the Damage...

(TNA fanfic)

Rating: Always Explicit (just in case, may not include)

Word count: approx  1080

Warnings/Triggers: Character death, anxiety, despair, trauma, alcoholism, sadness, possible explicit music lyrics... (I do not own pics/gifs/music used in this fic.)

Alina sees that Sam has caught sight of her direction, so she frantically attempts to lose him, making last minute turns that were way too close to flipping her own vehicle. It would only give her a few minutes ahead at best. Sam was an expert driver, having obtained his racing license in younger years as an adrenaline junkie.

Both accelerate at dangerously high speeds. After a few blocks, Sam finally gets the opportunity to make his move, so he takes the chance. Alina sees his bumper close in her side mirror as he attempts to pull alongside her, his focus now on the passenger window making sure that he has let it down to the right level. absentmindedly forgetting his closeness and speed. He clips the back panel of her driver's side, sending her car into an uncontrollable spin in the rain as she hydroplanes out of control.

Sam is in total despair as the accident unfolds before him in the worst place possible at the worst time possible... Alina turned the wheel frantically in an attempt to gain control and looked back to see if she saw Sam's car still, not realizing the speed she had accelerated to, and when she turned around at hearing the blares of the horn just seconds before …

It was too late for her to react... The subway train had no time to stop… There was only the sound of metal crashing against metal with the train’s brake squeals as the horns blare came to an end.

Sam’s worst nightmare plays before his eyes, with absolutely no control over the situation. The force of the impact between their cars had caused her to swerve over the railroad tracks, through the warning arm. He manages to gain control of his Maserati crossover just before watching the woman he’d love so freely and faithfully meet her demise.

Sam’s drunken cries could be heard echoing through the air as he unraveled in a matter of seconds. Feeling like death had claimed him as well, he ignored the incoming call to his vehicle.

The OnStar crash system triggered an automatic emergency assistance response. This alert was also sent to Vivian Dalton, as she was listed as his emergency contact once the divorce summons had been served to him. Panicked, she calls Sam, receiving no answer or reply. She immediately leaves for the accident location transmitted to her at the time of the collision. En route, she receives the follow up call from the OnStar service team.

~~~ Leaving Black Swan Lane ~~~

Valentine’s Day provided Dahlia with the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about Sam’s wife. She just could not understand why Sam just couldn’t seem to see past his love for Alina, even after she filed for dissolution of their marriage... He was drinking himself into nonexistence...

What she was curious about, is how did Sam end up in a threesome with her and his wife. Which of the two had he followed their? Did he know who he was with all along? Did they attend the exclusive club together... Her mind raced with questions... of which she was sure she would never have the answer.

After sitting in her car for over an hour, pondering over the night’s activities, she couldn’t fathom how she ended up sleeping with both Sam and Alina in the same night. Granted, it was one of the most invigorating nights she has experienced in the XXX Members Only Club, seeking the fulfillment in a stranger’s touch, but feeling genuine emotion for them both.

She promptly called her sister, needing to hear a voice of reason...

Unable to reach her, which she half expected, she makes the slow drive away from the club... truthfully, hoping to see Sam again... curious to his state of mind and wishing she could spend the night in his arms, although she is sure that he won’t want to see her on this night... it would probably prove to be too conflicting... wanting to lie in Alina’s arms while settling on hers... She wasn’t even sure that she would want to ruin tonight’s memories.

This certainly had  been a Valentine’s Day to remember...

She thinks back to her first night with Sam. His behavior must have been so extreme for his driver Carter to have just trusted her. She thinks over the drunken nights that she was able to lure him to her room from the upstairs bar of the Standard Hotel. She even thought of how he had even begun to text her for a random rendezvous on occasion.

She thought of just how little he looked past his own selfish needs, using her for her sex as a comfort. She realized that even in her revenge, she’d developed undeniable love for an addict... An addict of her sex... an addict of alcohol and who knows what else... and addict for his wife, Alina... and an addict of never losing...

The fact that he could not win his wife back had driven Sam damned near insane. His addictions were pulling Dahlia towards despair along with him. She could no longer control the rage in her that was building intensely.

That’s when she had a flash of the most sinister plan come to mind. He wanted his precious Alina so badly that he could just treat others any type of way to ease the pain Alina was causing him... sure, she could admit that she was the catalyst to his downward spiral, but even that didn’t justify how he had no concern over what their meetings affected her... Was he just accustomed to treating women this way?

Then her mind flashes back to the days of humiliation at Princeton... Her tears now leaving white trails through her makeup, she has a slight mental break. She begins to hallucinate, not realizing that the time released pill she’d been given before was now starting to have unsafe effects on her ability to decipher reality from delusion.

She contacts Luca via encrypted messaging asking that he have “The Handler” contact her for a job she needed handled tonight. She would pay his price for expedited services without question once the invoice was received. As the sinister plot formed, she laid her plan of action in place.

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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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