#monica: my eyes to your eyes drake
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one thing leads to another chapter 4
pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)
genre: romance, smut, slow burn
words: 1348
summary:
As you look for a present to give Sam for his birthday, you accidentally find out something about him you instantly regret. Still, you want to give him the benefit of the doubt.
chapters: 1 2 3
"What present do you give to an older man?" You asked Monica on the phone as you peered into various shops.
"I don't know, what does he like?" You could tell she was biting her nails before you heard her typing on a keyboard.
"He said he likes motorcycles and he likes to read."
"He sounds hot, how come you never told me about him before?"
"He's kinda my boss and..." your voice trailed off, and you added in a lower tone, "the guy I flashed a few weeks back."
"No way," Monica sounded a lot more energetic now. "Shut up, the dude you flashed is your boss ? How come you didn't tell me?"
"I got busy, okay," you rolled your eyes.
"Does he remember you? How does it feel to know your boss has seen your tits?"
"Ugh, I don't think he does, was probably too enamoured by my boobs."
Monica laughed. "Now you're buying him presents."
"For his birthday, alright? What do you think he'd want?"
"Just show him your boobs again, he'd love that for sure," you could hear her grin as she talked.
"Monica!" You felt your cheeks turn hot.
"Kidding," she said. "I don't know. A book?"
You stopped in front of a little bookstore. "I guess I can get him that."
"Anyways, I gotta go. Tell me all about it over drinks next time, 'kay?"
"Sure."
You peered inside the bookstore; there were multiple shelves near the back, but a table near the front of the store was stacked with discounted books. Maybe Sam would want a nice novel, you wondered.
You wondered about him a lot, realising how much you actually thought about him and the way he talked in his Bostonian accent, and his soft, hazel eyes. Did you actually have a crush on your boss? That was probably a stupid thing to have.
As you sighed, you noticed a couple walking down the street towards you. The man looked familiar and as you looked longer, you noticed it was Sam. Out of sheer panic, you rushed into the bookstore and hid behind the first book you picked up.
The woman Sam was with was very pregnant and you tried to ignore the stabby pain in your chest seeing them together. Of course Sam had a partner. Why wouldn't he? He was smart and attractive. And of course she'd also be closer to his age. What would he want with someone like you? He probably thinks I'm just a kid.
Sam held paper bags full of groceries and they seemed so serious as they talked. You hoped they wouldn't want to buy books at that moment, and as they walked past the store, you breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you getting that?" The old lady behind the counter asked.
"Uhhhh," you flipped the book over to look at the cover. I Have Ass Warts! And Other Medical Problems. "Oh, I'm just looking." You set the book down.
"Take your time," she smiled at you sweetly.
"Thanks," you looked around the small store, wondering if it was still worth getting Sam a gift. You turned back to the woman. "Do you have any recommendations for a pirate-enjoyer?"
"For you?"
"No. Just someone I know."
"Hm," she picked up a glittery pink pen and started writing on a piece of paper. "Here's a few books. Take your time getting to know them before choosing."
"Right, thanks..." You glanced at the named embroidered onto her cashmere sweater as you took the paper from her. "Judy."
"Let me know if this someone likes the book."
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"I'm just saying, as a friend, I'm happy you're this into someone," Crystal said as she walked.
"But..." Sam frowned as he tried to keep with her. He was surprised how fast she walked for someone so pregnant. For the past week, he'd been helping her with menial tasks, rekindling their friendship that halted more than 20 years ago.
"But," Crystal continued. "As a manager, I just don't know if you should be dating someone working under you."
"We're not dating."
"Sam, I know you. You've always been the biggest flirt."
"Pfft," he rolled his eyes.
"Well, you asked for advice and my advice is to keep it in your pants until the job is done."
"I can keep it in my pants."
"Oh," she chuckled. "Wanna bet?"
"$20?"
"What are you, five?" Crystal huffed. "$500."
"Jesus," Sam looked at her in disbelief. "You really have no faith in me."
"Scared?" She wriggled her eyebrows.
"Me? Never," Sam stopped and held his hand out. "It's a bet."
Crystal grinned as she shook his hand.
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You nervously stood outside Sam's door, holding the neatly wrapped present in your hand. This is a mistake. You thought about leaving the present and walking away. Maybe I could tell him something came up. But as you tried to make your mind up, the door flung open.
"You made it," Sam gave you a heart melting smile and all you could do was nod in return. "Come in."
Age of Consent was playing on a stereo when you walked in and your cheeks got hot as you realised you were the first one there.
“I think I’m too early,” you glanced at the clock above Sam’s TV. It was exactly 8:00 PM.
“It’s fine,” Sam shrugged. “My brother and his wife are driving in from another state, and the others…” He looked up in thought. “I don’t know. This wasn’t my idea. Do you want a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Make yourself at home,” he smiled at you as he gestured towards the sofa.
Sam’s home wasn’t what you expected, even more now that he wasn’t the bachelor you thought he was. He lived in a two-story home in a nice enough neighbourhood instead of the lonely bachelor’s pad you fantasised he’d have. Of course it’s a nice home. He’s about to have a kid, you reminded yourself.
You looked around the spacious living room, decorated with bookshelves covered in books and artefacts behind the sofa. A large TV was mounted on the wall while DVD sets were neatly lined up on the TV stand underneath it. There was a single framed polaroid photo of two boys on the stand and you wondered if that was Sam. You were hoping you’d see other, personal photos, but there were none.
Sam had set up some bowls of snacks on the coffee table, but he hadn’t bothered to decorate with any party decor.
It didn’t seem like the woman he was with was at home, or maybe they didn’t live together? You knew some modern couples were like that.
“Beer?” Sam appeared from the kitchen with a bowl of guacamole in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other.
“Thanks,” you nodded as he handed you a cold bottle. You suddenly remembered the present on your lap. “Oh, I forgot. I got you something.”
“You shouldn’t have,” Sam perked up as he sat next to you on the couch.
“For you.”
He had a huge grin on his face as you handed him the present, neatly wrapped in red crepe paper and gold ribbon.
“You’re kidding me,” he laughed at the title. Corny Pirate Jokes and Pirate Puns.
“You gotta say yarr before and after each joke,” you smiled as you turned the page. “It says so right here.”
“Okay,” Sam chuckled as he flipped through the book. “Okay. This one’s a good one.”
“Say y arr ,” you reminded him as he took a breath to say the joke.
“Yarr! What does a pirate use his cellphone for?”
“What?”
“Booty calls. Yarr!” Sam laughed.
“Oh my god,” you shook your head as you laughed along. “I already regret giving you that book.”
“Too late, sweetheart.”
You nudged him a little before scooching away a little, suddenly feeling a bit odd. You had to know if he actually was with someone. “So…” You started before the doorbell rang. Damn it.
“Hold that thought,” Sam stood up.
You nodded as you took a sip from your beer.
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how many chapters can sam keep it in his pants?
stay tuned
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When u call drake out on it being extremely gay for him and Liam to sit on each other’s shirtless backs while doing push-ups lmao
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Eighty Eight.
It’s been a weird feeling to be having Robyn’ family in the home but not Robyn, she is being extremely stubborn. To say the least, she picked up Rylee from the home and then didn’t stay either. To say that she wanted her family here she isn’t coming here, and on top of that. The very night she left early she went to the club even though she said she is thinking, how can you think when you’re in the club, it makes no sense. She left Rylee behind and went to the club with Mel, she has been very off now. I think she is angry with me; I feel she is anyways. I think she is angry with me that I told Monica, because Monica did mention that she wasn’t happy at all that she knew and was saying that she will speak to me, but she hasn’t really, besides sending me a picture of Rylee with a wig on, that is it but today is the day, taking Robyn to the Getty museum. I have spent so much money on making it up to Robyn that I will not be doing this again, never again. Shit is expensive as hell, but I am going to push through, and I am going to continue to try and get Robyn to break down but it’s so hard, she is being very hard. I didn’t think Rihanna would be so different to Robyn, I know Monica says she is just her daughter, but Rihanna is very much out there, I have fucked up big time. Even though I exposed Drake for what he is, niggas were clowning me about it and TJ said why didn’t I listen to Robyn when she said, I feel like a dickhead, but I will get my wife back, I will, and I know I will. I think I just need to keep getting at Robyn, see if I didn’t have my leg in this cast I would be at the club harassing her, she knows I would be too.
Majesty is watching TV but goes out of her way to sit on my cast, I don’t know why but she does “you annoying uncle again, since she can walk she be doing the most” Noella sat down, I laughed shaking my head “she reminds me of what my daughter will be like, she keeps touching it. I think she is intrigued by it, you know” Majesty does not care and continued to remain on my cast “big day today for you” I breathed out, rolling my eyes as I did “I don’t know, Robyn is being hard headed. Please tell me it’s not just me?” looking over at Noella “she is” she admitted “I think she is acting out; Robyn went through that when things were going wrong with her father. She was so upset, and she went very within herself, very dark, angry. Auntie said that she spoke to her on why she isn’t coming, she is busy but then Monica said she is angry that her mother told her off about things, that her mother is taking sides, but my cousin needs to relax. I hope you can get that out of her” I knew it, I knew she would be upset about her mother “I hope” I mumbled “I have hurt her a lot Noella, she trusted me so much, she said that Rylee is lucky to have me as a father and I let her down with that, I haven’t been around for her, I know that has hurt her. I think she is seeing me as a bad person, it’s me” I am to blame in this.
If I could, I would be pacing around in this room because I am nervous about today, this cast is annoying my life too because I can’t wear what I want, I have to wear something nice because I know my wife will look bomb as hell “Christopher, are you in there” hearing the light knocks on the door, Monica is knocking on the bedroom door “erm yeah, come in!” I spat, I mean I am just sat on the bed waiting for the moment I see Robyn, I am trying to gather myself right now “sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt but you weren’t coming down, are you ok?” she asked “also have you ate? My daughter is stubborn, but she said can I make sure you are fed” I chuckled “erm yeah I have thank you” smiling at my mother in law being so sweet “I wanted to ask when was the last time this home was cleaned?” that reminds me “erm, like about three months? I never changed the sheets since, I don’t want you to do it for me but yeah, since Robyn left” Monica nodded her head “I can tell, you need to get a cleaner to come but I didn’t come for that reason, I wanted to say my daughter is being hard right now but don’t stop” she said “I am not going too, I made the mistake. This is my fault, if I didn’t see a glimmer of hope I would stop but I know she wants me, she is being hard headed but I know she just wants me to be sorry, I will get her back” I am optimistic with her hard ass “good, I just want some peace. I prayed for you both, but if you need help then let me know” Monica turned away, I need to get a cleaner to come actually.
Mel is shouting me to come out, I am here trying to find something to wear for this thing. I don’t know what it is, Chris hasn’t really said what it is, but it’s something. I am guessing a meal, I am sure it will be a meal or something, but I don’t know what to wear “I am here” lifting my sweatpants up a little as I made my way out “take your time, you have people here for you” I haven’t asked for anyone to come so who the hell is this “who?” I said as I got to the living room “oh hi?” why is Mel and Mylah here “we have been summoned to come” furrowing my eyebrows “by who?” I know it’s not me “your husband” letting out an oh “no way? Did he really? How is this man here just booking my people” staring at Mel, she just shrugged “when there is a way Robyn” she has a point “How?” I asked either of them “well what happened was he messaged me on Instagram, I think he also messaged Mel on there too, he said that Robyn has somewhere to go, and I need you to do her makeup” this saves me from doing it actually “he said it’s a little date, there will be things there. He really didn’t give much away but here we are” my smile grew “I am glad actually; I didn’t know what to wear so this saves me so much time, if you want to come to my bedroom I guess” I am just annoyed actually, more at my mom then anything, she just wants me to make an effort and that I shouldn’t have left the home, it is wrong, so I haven’t been home. She said the home is a mess, that isn’t my problem because I am not there either.
Mel got me in a little cute Dior denim dress, I mean I haven no idea if it will fit the event but to me this looks nice as hell. Imagine if he is matching again, I am going to fall out laughing because he does this a lot “am I date ready?” I twirled in the living room “you are, you look hard faced though. Good luck to him” I gasped “don’t be rude, do I?” Mylah nodded her head “you seem like you are in deep thought most of the time, like you want to smile and be happy and speak to people but your mind is elsewhere, your mind is whatever is upsetting you right now. So it’s making you look hard faced” she has a point “I have a lot on my mind that is all, I don’t know what it will bring today. I don’t know what will be said, I don’t know what will happen so I am just having a hard time concentrating you see, but Rylee” I pointed at Mel “are you ok with her, or shall I say to my mom you will drop her off with her?” Mel might have other things going on “I think Ry Ry knows me more then auntie, she may get more upset being with her so I will keep her, I will love spending time with her” that is good, so I don’t need worry about Rylee “take a breather, enjoy yourself and just speak on everything” Mel said, nodding my head taking in a deep breath.
Chris called me an SUV too, he is making sure I really come to this. I love that he is doing the most too, he is making sure I am dressed too with inviting my stylist. I do wonder what the fuck he got going on at a damn museum, like I am wondering what he got going on right now. The driver opened the door for me, I smiled lightly at him as I got out of the SUV. Chris and his damn leg, trying to not smile too much “wearing a shirt now” I pointed out, Chris smiled putting his head down “well I had to look good, you look beautiful” he looked up at me “you really do, I am just glad you came actually” he laughed “I was doubting that you was because there has been a lot going on with us so I was just doubting it so I am glad you’re here” leaning in and wrapping my arm around his neck “well I wouldn’t not come, I like surprises and you know that. I am sad for you though, your leg” I stood back from him “yeah, it’s been a real pain for me but we good. We can still do what we need to do can’t we?” nodding my head agreeing “of course” I breathed out “shall we go in?” he said “yeah, I will go in first. Hold the door for you” stepping ahead of him so I can hold the door open for him, I have to take care of him now “thanks” pushing the door open and holding it open for him “don’t be, if you weren’t like this then I would have made you done it all” which is true.
The double doors opened on their own actually, Chris and I just stood here, and they just opened “oh my god” placing my hands over my mouth, hearing the violin started playing Diamonds just like on our wedding day. The room is filled with flowers upon flowers “happy anniversary, I know it’s late, but I had to do it” I am emotional, I can’t even. The room is beautifully filled with flowers and roses “shall we go in” this looks just beautiful and the song, walking inside slowly. It’s like we are entering an enchanted place, it’s just beautiful “two doves, oh my god” I pointed staring at the two doves just on a branch “they so beautiful” turning myself around looking around every inch of the room, how did he even do this “the erm, the number of red roses here in this room is the same amount we have been married, every rose represents every day we have been married” Chris said, and I am even more of a wreck. I am trying not to cry but I think I will be failing at this soon, slowly walking further in. It’s just the music and the whole set up “butterflies!?” I spat, he is has really gone out of way “I wanted it to be authentic, you know” one just flew by me “this is so fairytale Chris, oh my god” looking up at the ceiling, it’s just pure beauty “I think you need to be my creative director” Chris laughed out, I wasn’t even joking “oh wow, Dennis is here” I laughed, of course he is here “so we can have the memories” he is right, we do need it.
The violinist did amazing “just bought me flashbacks to the best day” smiling at her as she shyed away “thank you” I said to the waiter “now wait a minute” I pointed, Chris laughed “my life wouldn’t be worth living if I didn’t” Chris laughed, this is so sad of me, but I know my waiters “Giorgio Baldi, I swear I could cry right now, wow. Am I predictable or something, like you are just hitting it every time, I am over the moon” the waiter laughed and finished pouring the wine “thank you” I smiled saying “my pleasure” he walked off “so have I done good?” pressing my lips into a hard thin line and then nodding my head “I am over the moon” I have to admit, it’s just so beautiful “good, I am happy you said that because not going to lie but when I was thinking on what to do, I kind of got stuck thinking on what to do so yeah, I am happy you are feeling that way. I know we have a lot to speak on and I want to be the one to start first, but we shall eat first and then I can speak on things, but I didn’t think you would come. Just because you have been off with me, and you have been going out more too” I chuckled “yeah, I uhm. I just didn’t want my mother to know in a way, not in a bad way but she clouds my mind, parents” I laughed “yeah, my dad is the same to be honest so I understand but I wanted to be truthful to her, because she would have come to the home and then be like where is my daughter” I get where he is coming from.
This whole setting is beautiful, with the violin and the whole things. It’s beautiful “look at that” turning my phone to Chris, a butterfly flew onto my plate. It was so random, it’s just there at the side “that is dope” bringing my phone back, I am going to post it on my story. It’s so pretty and it’s not moving “how is your album coming along? I mean since I haven’t been around you have been working hard on it?” locking my phone and placing it at the side of me “great, I must say this whole situation gave me so much fuel and inspiration. The music is based off your shit” Chris groaned out “my god” he said “yeah, it’s funny because the producers are like what the fuck happened but the album is kind of done, I just need to do a few more songs but thank you for the inspiration” Chris rolled his eyes “I am not sure if that is a good things but I am glad that you have had that inspiration to sing about what happened, I am kind of scared now to hear it. Just because I know the meaning behind it, my fault” he doesn’t even understand how much inspiration I got from this “I can’t wait for you to hear it, I think you are going to hate it or love it.
I can tell Chris has a lot on his mind, I know my husband. He is preparing in his mind, he shouldn’t feel like that he should just flow with it and say it “thank you” I broke the silence between us “thank you for this, the whole meal and the whole set up. This is what I wanted for my anniversary” Chris grinned “so you coming home now? I am joking” he sat back in his chair “I am finding it really hard right now, like not in a bad way but just to explain how much I fucked up. I am so dumb, imagine doing that to anyone let alone Rihanna but I am sorry, I will forever be sorry for this because I let you down in a big way, something I said I wouldn’t do but I did, I am so sorry Robyn. I was so lost in the glamour of Drake and his lifestyle, I was so lost in the fame, the fun that I put that as a priority and left you behind, when he called I was gone, I did think he was a friend and when you told me that, I saw that as you just breaking that up for me, like a threat. I know niggas see you as a lot, meaning sexy and whatever, I know there is a lot of men that would take my place, I know they will and I know I could lose you, there is always someone there and that is because they find you sexy. I know it, I see it constantly and you’re with me so it’s like what the fuck, but you are. And when you mentioned about Drake, it triggered it. I just got uptight, I always know you are better than me no matter what you say, so you saying that I just thought she wants to break something good for me, a friend. I didn’t think he was like that. And it looks so bad because I did choose him over my own wife, I look like a clown, I am a clown. And my mouth, it just runs. When I am in the moment I can never stop, and I don’t ever think either. It’s never ok to disrespect you the way I have, I wouldn’t let a nigga do that to my own daughter but here I was doing it to my wife, missing out on things. I am stupid but then the whole shit with Rocky, I was already like that. But now I think, it was all planned. Everything, he did it all on purpose but then it exposed that you are still messaging him, and I didn’t know, I looked stupid” his voice broke “I am sorry Robyn, I am really sorry. I just miss you so much, I miss you in the home, it doesn’t feel right at all. I just want you to know how much I feel bad about everything, I treated you like shit really badly and you still were there for me in a way, but I don’t deserve you” Chris wiped his eyes.
I don’t like him crying “don’t cry” shifting in the seat “I tested you and I pushed you, taunting you about not being Rihanna, I don’t like it. I bought that out of you, you didn’t want too but you did it because I pushed you to it” nodding my head “I honestly can admit that I don’t treat you any less, what you are feeling and thinking is your own insecurity and you need to let it go, I married you Chris and you need to remember that. I didn’t want anyone else because I love you, you’re my first love but I cannot take the attitude and I won’t stay at a place where I am being treated like shit. I will take fault in the way I said it to you and the way it came out, I didn’t see Drake as a threat, but he was entering my family, he started to cause issues in my home. I kept it away because it meant nothing to me Chris, it didn’t but then he was entering my home and causing those issues, so I had to say it but not in the right manner. I was angry with you because Rakim is just harmless and you started that mess, it was not needed. Yes I have his number still because it’s nothing sexual, it’s just a friend. I have a lot of male industry friends and my mother doesn’t agree but it’s there, it happens, and I don’t know where we go from here if you can’t accept that” I want it to be out in the open “you have your female assistants, I don’t care. You don’t hear me piping up unless it’s Seiko but that is life, females will be around, and males will be too but that is down to you” he can’t always be like this either “but you didn’t say anything about texting him Robyn, it’s stupid for me to not know this. He mentioned it to me and laughed, made me look like a joke” Chris said “you was both making jibes at each other, we could go back and forth on this forever. The industry I am in there will be men and you, you can’t be like this. I am married to you, I love you. How much else you want me to do Chris? If we are being real then let’s be real on this, can you take it? I can’t just stop talking to every man, my mother expects me to just what, text you straight away that a man is there? Then you just don’t trust me, like this can’t go on right?” I can’t continue this when he feels that I am above him and that every man is out to fuck me.
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Falling Snow.
“if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm.” - Monica Drake
Written for the prompt ‘Road Trip’ for Sukka Week 2020!!
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Suki drummed her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, lightly tapping her boot against the gas pedal as she forced her car inches further. The car behind her danced against the trunk of hers, causing her to angrily slam her gloved fist against the horn, the loud noise raising far above the faint music trailing from the speakers.
She squinted ahead onto the highway, sighing. The snow was so thick she could barely see the faintly glowing taillights from the car in front of her. She wasn't going anywhere tonight. Suki could probably count on one hand the amount of feet she had travelled in the past hour. She shifted the pale green coat around on her lap in an antsy manner, rubbing at her tired eyes as they blearily remained on the road before her.
What a way to end Christmas break. At this rate, it’d take her all semester to make it back to the University. She kept her foot grazing lightly over the brake as she sat there, annoyance greatening as the thick snow flakes seemed to swirl around one another in an even faster manner, taunting her frozen status.
She tugged off one of her gloves, reaching for her phone from where it had been discarded on the passenger seat. The metal was cool against her skin as she flicked open her navigation app, long route back to the school etched onto the screen. Ice warning possible. Yeah. No kidding. The characters that had read ‘five hours remaining’ a few miles ago were now raised much higher due to road closures. Near double.
She tossed the device back where she had retrieved it from, not bothering to shut the offending thing off, glow contrasting the dark car. Suki caught a hint of a reflection from a sign to her right, squinting her eyes harshly in hopes of making out the characters. The car in front of her moved a few feet forward, Suki exhaling slightly as she pulled up behind it, sign now mere feet away.
It was an exit for a single cafe that she could barely make out just off the bustling road. In fact, the only discernible sign a building was there at all was the chipped neon sign baring the name of the establishment standing in the midst of a small sea of cars.
Flipping her turning signal on without a second thought, she edged her car closer to the boarder where the concrete met the grass, now buried beneath a heap of snow, hoping to slip into the exit along with the many others who had also grown sick of being stuck in the blizzard.
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In hindsight, Suki probably shouldn't have been surprised to find the small restaurant completely filled. After all, everyone was searching for a way off of the rapidly closing roads. She glanced around the building, the heat much too high for a room with so many people as it pressed uncomfortably into her cheeks. A Christmas song that sounded vaguely familiar rang faintly from a cracking speaker in the corner of the room, clearly as exhausted as most of the customers.
She quickly scanned the room as she took a step in from the door. Every table was packed as waiters skated between them easily, barely wasting the energy to cast her a tired glance as they passed by. Finally, her gaze landed on a booth on the far side of the cafe, filled by only a single occupant. A cool relief hit her at that. Sitting in her freezing car or forcing her way back onto the highway didn't sound like the most pleasant ways to spend her night.
He looked to be about her age, dark brown hair tied back into a messy ponytail as he buried his face into his laptop. He typed quickly, faint blue glow lighting up the way his brow furrowed in concentration. Suki sat down on the seat across from him.
Sokka looked up from his screen, slightly startled by her sudden appearance. “Uh… hi?” he offered, raising his brow towards her.
“Look, I’ve been driving in that storm for the past four hours, and I really just need a coffee. If you haven't noticed, every other table is full.” She gestured out into the room, “Can I sit here? Please?” There was less of a question in her voice than a statement, but she was too tired to pay much mind to that.
“You already did,” he said, tossing her a playful wink as he turned back to his work for a moment, making a few errant clicks on the screen.
Suki blew her bangs away from her face as she pulled off her thick winter hat, tossing it haphazardly onto the portion of the cracked plastic seat lying next to her. “Maybe I should've picked another booth,” she said, sarcasm underlining her tone.
“Hey, you're the one who chose to share, not me. I humbly allowed you to take that seat. I could’ve had friends coming, you don't know,” Sokka said, every bit as snarky as her. He shut his laptop, pushing it to the side of the table, alongside a few discarded paper cups, as he looked over to her.
Suki raised her eyebrow at him. His worn sweater, crafted from a dark blue fabric, jostled slightly as he chuckled silently.
“I said I could’ve. I didn't say I did.” He laughed at the deadpan look she flashed him at that, loudly this time as his grin poured over into his crystal blue eyes.
It felt familiar somehow. She could've sworn she’d heard that obnoxious sound somewhere before. “You’re in college right?” Suki didn't wait for him to answer, “What school do you go to?”
He crossed his arms as he leaned relaxedly onto the small table. “The University over in Republic City, why?” he asked, clearly not having recognized her in return.
“I knew I’d seen you on campus before! You’re… friends with Aang, right?” she asked, smiling slightly as she peeled her coat off of herself, the room much too warm to warrant the layer of clothing.
He nodded, “I’ve known him since high school. I’m Sokka.”
“Suki.” She gave him her name in return, letting her annoyance slip away as they settled into their seats. After all, it looked like they’d be stuck there a while. A quick glance out the dark window confirmed that the storm had gotten even worse - something Suki hadn't really thought possible - the snowflakes growing larger as they mixed in with chunks of hail.
His next sentence cut off by a waiter appearing next to them. “What can I get you?” the woman said, not bothering with formalities as she slowly tapped the pen she held against her notepad.
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“Sorry for taking your seat,” Suki said, hands cupped around her steaming cup of coffee, heat comforting as it bored into her skin through the cheap paper cup. She took a long sip, any remnants of the chill the storm had painted on her falling away. “Actually, you were really annoying at first, so maybe I’m not that sorry.” She smiled at him as she set her drink aside.
He laughed breathily in response, only half committing to rolling his eyes. Pausing for a moment, he shrugged. “S’not a big deal. Believe it or not, it gets pretty boring sitting alone in a cafe for…” He pulled his phone from the pocket of his hoodie, tapping it awake with one swift motion. Sokka audibly groaned; “Six hours.”
“Yikes. What happened?” she asked, watching as he buried himself in his phone for a moment.
“My dumb sister just had to visit her boyfriend, so now I’m stuck here,” he said, clicking on the voicemail glaring across the screen.
Suki raised her eyebrow at him, returning to her drink as she waited for his explanation. In response to her silent prompt, Sokka hit the speaker button, allowing Katara’s voice to crack through into the buzzing restaurant, barely loud enough for both to hear despite their closeness.
“Hey Sokka. Roads are still shut down here so I’m stuck overnight. Sorry you're still waiting at the restaurant… are you sure there isn't anyway you can get back to dad’s?” The audio cut out slightly before the message ended; a tribute to the still raging blizzard outside.
Suki winced in sympathy at that as he slid the device towards the corner of the table, right next to three empty cups resembling the one she held at the moment.
“She was meant to pick me up here, since it’s on the way back to school, but apparently couldn't be bothered to leave before the storm hit,” he explains, piecing together the missing info of the situation.
“How’d you get here then?” she asks, genuinely curious.
He loudly sipped his hot chocolate before he spoke. “Bus, but clearly-“ Sokka gestured towards the wall of white pressed firmly against the small window, inside lined with fog, “- they’re all shut down by now. I don't have a chance of getting home tonight even if they do open the main road.”
“The highway is open; not that it matters with all the traffic stopped outside,” she sighed, rubbing her fist against one eye, “Guess we’re stuck here for a while, huh?”
Sokka surprisingly smiled back at her, “Could be worse.”
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The next few hours were a blur, and honestly, Suki probably wouldn't have been able to remember the specifics the next morning. She couldn't forget how it felt though, both throwing their heads back in laughter as the stars stretched across the sky outside, far beyond the steady beat of the snow. It felt warm, and not just from the constant thrum of the heater somewhere outside the booth that temporarily served as their own private world.
She couldn't help but notice the way Sokka’s eyes would light up every time he got excited about something; which she was learning was quite often, nor the way their conversation flowed freely, jumping from one topic to the next and never dulling, never fading. He made her laugh and roll her eyes more times than she could count, her sour mood carried away with the whipping winds of the storm.
Loud as he may have been, he would always fall silent to listen to her intently, quick to counter all her arguments as their discussions brimmed with banter over more hot drinks.
“Wait wait wait,” Sokka said, his voice bringing her wandering mind back to the present, “You mean you’ve never seen The Incredibles? It’s a classic!” He put too much inflection into his voice for the simple statement, making Suki bite down on a laugh as she shook her head.
“It came out like ten years ago! You can’t call it a classic,” she returned, barely a breath passing.
She snorted at the outright offended look that passed his face. He reached into is backpack, silent as he dug around one of the dark pockets for a moment. Fishing out a pair of earbuds, he moved to grab his laptop, headphones making a clicking sound as they lightly tapped against the device. “You can say that after you’ve seen it,” he declared, “And then you can humbly apologize for being absolutely incorrect.”
He stood, crossing the booth to sit next to her so they could share the small screen. As he queued up the movie, Suki grabbed her own headphones from her coat’s pocket, roughly shoving them into the splitter poking out the side of the computer.
“Comes with having a sister,” he said, mimicking her motions as he pressed play.
The opening theme filled their ears, much louder than it should've been, and Suki settled in to the film, leaning slightly into Sokka’s side. Their sweaters brushed against one another as they both intently watched the movie begin to unfold, surroundings fading away from them like melting snow as they did.
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The screen faded to black as the final frame of the movie played. Suki’s mouth fell open slightly as she slowly tugged her headphones away from her ears. It took her nearly a full minute of aimlessly watching the credits scroll across the screen before she finally managed to turn to face him.
She was met with an expression so snarky she couldn't help but elbow him in the side, shock fading away as she slowly returned to the small cafe.
He laughed, halfheartedly rubbing at his side where she’d attacked. “I was right. You loved it.” Sokka’s smile was subtler now, more genuine as he shut the film off.
She let out a breathy sigh. “Yeah, okay. I’ll admit it; it’s a classic.”
Sokka stood to return to his seat set across from her, excited expression still dancing over his features as he shoved his computer back into his stuffed backpack.
The space next to Suki went cold as he moved away, despite the constant heat pouring from the building. She found a small part of herself missing the warm, comfortable way they had relaxed together.
“If we ever actually make it back… you should come to my dorm sometime to watch the sequel. I think you’d like it,” he said, stretching his arms tiredly behind his head.
“I’d like that.” Stifling a yawn, she turned her gaze over to the small window to her right.
The snowflakes now danced slowly downward, freezing midair for a fleeting moment on their path. They no longer created a picture made of solid white. She noticed she could see all the way out to the highway now, the rows of cars now thrumming in constant motion.
She dragged her eyes around the room, the quick gesture confirming that their table was one of the last ones filled, everyone else having filed back out into the cold long ago. Suki couldn't for the life of her recall if it had been before or after the movie started.
Sokka’s gaze followed hers to the window, his smile cracking slightly, “You should probably get going, huh?” Neither needed their devices to tell them it was long after midnight.
Suki nodded, standing to pull her coat back on, the melted snow long dried by now. “Yeah. Still a few hours back to campus. Thanks, Sokka.”
He turned back to his phone as he spoke, “Hope I see you around then.”
She frowned, feeling slightly guilty about just leaving him stuck there the rest of the night. After a moment of hovering next to the booth, Suki wanted to smack herself for taking so long to speak her next sentence; the obvious solution. “Come with me.”
Sokka smiled after a moment, looking up to meet her eyes, “You sure?” She nodded. “Thanks, Suki.”
He slung his bag over his shoulder, quickly packing up his things as they began to exit the building. The remaining staff cast them tired glances on their way out; evidently glad to have less customers to deal with as late as it was.
She shivered as the harsh winter air slammed against her, wind picking up in her ears as they stepped out of the warm light. She cast Sokka a look out of the corner of her eye, “You really don't have a coat? Aren’t you freezing?” Her voice was louder than intended as it cut through the silent parking lot.
“We used to live pretty far up north, guess I got used to the cold.” In contrast to his words, he shrugged deeper into his sweater. Suki rolled her eyes as she opened her car’s door.
The second they escaped the frigid air into the small car, Sokka snatched the aux cord from where it was tangled on one of the seats, quickly plugging it into his phone.
Suki snorted at that, “Way to takeover my car,” she said, flicking on the heat as she started towards the highway.
Sokka didn't miss a beat with his reply; “Way to takeover my booth.” They both laughed softly at that, silence falling over them for a moment as he searched for ‘the perfect song’.
As they merged into one of the lanes, headlights cutting a path for them through the night, the all too familiar chords made their way through the air. “No. You are not playing this song.” Suki was glad it was too dark for him to see the smile she was fighting off her lips.
Sokka merely smirked in return, beginning to jokingly sing along to the male vocals of the song, “Baby it’s cold outside,” he started, elbowing her to join in.
“It’s not even Christmas!” She talked over the radio as she forced herself to keep from laughing at the way Sokka dramatically mimicked holding a microphone.
“I’ll hold you hands, they’re just like ice,” He couldn't keep a straight face to hit the right note at the end of that lyric. “C’mon Suki, you know you wanna.”
She sighed halfheartedly, turning up the volume as she joined in, the pair laughing every bit as much as they were singing (something neither of them were particularly skilled at). The notes poured through the car, making the long journey before them seem a little less tedious as they lost themselves in the rhythm.
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The song came to a close, and honestly, Suki had lost count of how many they had flipped through, a portion of their journey already behind them. She coughed into the silence as Sokka searched for the next one, throat tired from belting out the familiar lyrics to old Christmas songs.
“Suki, look!” His voice startled her slightly after the few minutes of fragile quiet. He eagerly gestured out the window to a vibrant neon sign splashed bright against the darkened sky, snow lightly grazing the letters boasting the name of the cafe; not unlike the one they had just parted from. “We have to stop there for hot chocolate!”
“We’ve only been driving for, like twenty minutes! We’re not stopping.” She laughed breathily as she shook her head.
“But they make the best flavours! Please? Dad used to take Katara and I there all the time growing up,” he countered, eyes still locked on the passing building.
“Sokka, it’s two thirty in the morning, do you really think it’s still open?”
Sokka’s mouth fell open, a protest dying on his lips as he took in the darkened windows. She was right. His mouth fell shut into a frown as he sighed slightly.
The building disappeared into the night behind them, and vast fields took its’ place to their side as they continued silently biting into their journey. The roads were mostly empty now, a few blips of light only crossing their paths inconsistently; most were wisely home by now.
After a few minutes of driving quietly, Sokka finally smiled, turning to fully look at Suki. “I’ll just have to take you there next year then.”
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The sun spilled over the edge of the horizon as it rose, bathing the parking lot in a soft glow as it crested against the mounds of snow shoved to the sides. The familiar buildings that made up their university towered on all sides of them, now lying completely silent at the early hour as Sokka pulled into a free spot.
He reached over to the passenger seat, gently shaking Suki’s shoulder to wake her. “Suki? We’re here.”
She slowly forced herself to sit up, stretching her neck as she did so. Turns out sleeping curled up in a moving car isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. She yawned, “What time is it?”
“Too early to be awake,” he muttered, still smiling regardless of how exhausted he felt. Sokka slung his backpack over his arm, stumbling slightly as he stepped outside, cool air refreshing as it sent a jolt of energy through him.
Suki grabbed her own things, not bothering to put her winter jacket back on as she fell out into the morning air.
“Thank you,” Sokka said quietly, “For everything.”
Her lips turned up into a smile, “Never thought I’d have that much fun getting stuck in a blizzard.”
Their eyes remained locked for a long second that seemed to freeze time for a fleeting moment. Blue met violet and swirled together in a beautiful painting.
Sokka cleared his throat finally, ducking his head as he turned to head towards his building, footsteps echoing loudly as he did.
Suki did the same, after a few paces calling out, “I don't want to wait till next Christmas for our first date though!” She didn't have to turn around to see his goofy smile.
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You’d be a wonderful husband
Pairing - Justin Mercado x Charity Middleton (Save the Date)
Rating - General
Note - So I took a day off writing yesterday, because my idea didn’t work and ugh it was horrific!!! Anyway here is my fic, I don’t know what I think of the pic I made with the title of the Oneshot, please tell me what you think! All feedback is very much appreciated and as always if you want adding to my taglist. Please let me know!
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Prompt - Day 22 Choices November Challenge Wonderful
Summary - Charity’s parents tell Justin what they think of him marrying her one day
Word Count - 1032
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Charity sat with her stepdad and her other two dads, with Justin by her side. It had been a lovely treat to bring Justin home for the weekend as the wedding planner had been so busy she had barely spoken to, never mind seen, her family and she hadn’t had much time to see Justin with all her new clients.
The stepfather and stepdaughter and Justin were sat looking through the portfolio Charity had started to collect that was going on her website she had made. There was photos of Ali and Sam, Nora and Monica and most recently the wedding of her own brother and sister in law. The best wedding she had planned by far, to make her brothers day special was the best feeling ever.
“I wonder when you two will marry” Paolo spoke up after Charity looked at the photo of her brother and sister in law dancing their first dance.
“Papa! Vraiment!” The brown haired beauty flushed bright red as her mother, Natasha, walked through. Justin was also as red as a tomato.
“What? Your fathers are just as interested, as are me and your mother, isn’t that right, Natasha?” Paolo shrugged and stunned to his wife as she placed down drinks and some snacks.
“Is what right, my love?” Natasha asked, she had clearly not heard the conversation.
“We wonder when we will get the news of our Charity being engaged to Justin and have her own wedding” Paolo responded and his wife chuckled, shaking her head. She turned to her daughter with those loving mother eyes that she gave her daughter all the time.
“Charity and Justin just want the time to be right, isn’t that right?” Natasha looked to her daughter and her boyfriend, a smile on her face.
“Thank you mum” Charity smiled and cuddled into the man who had stolen her heart and proceeded to make her life better every day.
“But you two have been together a while, and you know” Gavin, her biological father shrugged and Charity went bright red.
“Oh, come on. Don’t make your daughter embarrassed, she came here for a nice break from work, she doesn’t need you lot burning her ear off” Natasha scolded her husband and the fathers of her daughter.
“We are sorry darling, we just want you to be happy” Martin, Charity’s other father, walked to his daughter and he pulled her into a hug.
“I know Da” She smiled and hugged him back.
Justin always found the relationship Charity had with her parents beautiful, it was clear she loved them and in return it was clear she was their absolute world, the bond she had with her parents was just so strong, it was unbreakable. He knew one day he would love to marry her for she was perfect in everyway. He dreamt about making her his wife, and he always dreamed of giving her the wedding of her dreams.
Charity excused herself to go and grab another drink and Gavin looked to where Justin was, and the thoughtful expression he had on his face. It was clear to Gavin that Justin loved Charity. She was a beautiful human being and she had one of the biggest hearts.
“Are you ok, Justin?” Gavin asked and Justin nodded lowly. He had been meaning to ask her parents what they would think about him marrying Charity. Not yet, of course not yet, he wanted to wait till the time was right before he asked her parents.
“I just love Charity so much” Justin uttered, and the three men in the room grinned, they could see the genuine love and adoration that Justin had for their daughter and it was as clear as day she loved him just as deeply.
“I am happy she is with someone who loves her, who cherishes her like a princess” Gavin confessed and he looked in the direction of where his daughter had gone.
“It is clear you love her a lot” Martin added, agreeing wholeheartedly with his husband, smiling.
“She makes me want to be a better person everyday, and I want to love her forever, I want give her all she wants, give her the world” Justin admitted, it was clear to any idiot he was in love with his girlfriend.
“You make her happier than she has been since she was a child, she smiles more, she is just so happy and I know it is because of you” Paolo nodded as he sipped his drink.
“I know she would spend the rest of her life with you” Martin said and Justin looked up, it was like he just had his mind read.
“I would spend the rest of my life with her, she brings me so much joy and I am so proud of everything she has done with the wedding planning business” Justin admired, Charity Middleton was his everything.
“You are wonderful, I have never trusted anyone with my daughter and when the whole Dale thing happened, I thought I never would, but then you came along” Gavin smiled at Justin, a genuine look of respect.
“I could never hurt her, she is so special to me” Justin says, “I want to protect her in anyway I possibly can” He admitted and Paolo smiled.
“You are a genuine guy, Justin. With a wonderful heart” He complimented.
“Thank you” Justin says.
“I think I speak on behalf of my husband, myself, and Suzanna and Paolo when I say, one day, maybe not yet, but one day you would make her a wonderful husband” Gavin smiled, the shock on Justins face was priceless in a wonderful way.
“Thank you, I don’t know what to say” Justin smiled, “I will always love and protect your daughter, she is my everything, my best friend” He smiled.
“And that is why we would be happy for you to be the man who will one day be married to her” Martin smiled and Justin just smiled, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
When Charity returned, blissfully unaware of the conversation her parents had with her boyfriend, she made herself comfy and enjoyed her evening with her favourite people
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Dangerous (Part 1/2)
Description: It was your best friend’s bachelorette party in one of London’s best clubs when two men had closed a bet if they would be able to seduce you. And in the end, the night ended up way better than you originally anticipated.
A/N: Oh, we're back. For this two-part one-shot, I approached both of the idiots very differently - I wanted Sam to have this sexual hotshot energy while Cutter had more of that mysterious daddy vibe. And I think that somehow, it really suits both the boys. Enjoy.
Pairing: Charlie Cutter x reader x Samuel Drake (We stan a threesome in this house)
Playlist: Idiot sandwich that stole my heart™
Tagging: @missdictatorme
Part 2.
It was just another night in downtown. The sunlight was slowly fading away, ladies wore tight and short skirts, and gentlemen were sipping whiskey in the nearby bars. And London was no different. It was one of the most favorite tourist locations since it was mostly colder in there during summer and it was the crown jewel of England. Soho and Chinese street looked especially magnificent at that time of the year.
Yet the clubs were especially full of people as well. Swedish and European students, you gonna love this, mate, as Charlie said Samuel a million times. Cutter and Drake, formerly known as Morgan, were two gentlemen in their best years. They weren't some boys who would bend you over the nearest bed without knowing what to do. No. They both were quite tall, one of them would even say fairly handsome - and skilled in the first place.
Drake, the definition of a small bitch according to Cutter, was rather persistent with choosing some warmer locations like the Bahamas or the Canary Islands, let alone Cuba, for their summer vacation. But Cutter, who was born and lived his whole life in England, told him to go fuck himself and that this year, he’ll show Drake the European hospitality and girls. Samuel had to say that these young kittens looked magnificent, from both up close and from the distance.
Norwegian girls had the dirties eyes he had seen, French girls could whisper them some sweet nothings the whole night, Hungarian girls were fiery enough to show them who is the boss, Czech and Slovak girls knew well how to handle alcohol and Russian girls were both tough and sweet as candy at the same time. Yet Samuel didn't stop bitching about London being the color-less, boring city he always saw on the postcards. What did it matter that the Queen was living there when the only location which tingled Samuel’s senses was the Tower? Yet Cutter told him that Sam hadn't seen shit yet.
And bloody hell, as British men would say when they walked into the club, Samuel knew what was the boy talking about. That was the energy Sam needed to feel alive since he was rotting in hell for God knows how long. Alcohol being poured in gallons, tight pairs of jeans, and laughter all around. And this wasn’t some boring-ass club either, as Samuel would say. People were dancing, which he hasn't seen in ages. Cutter most took him to poker tournaments or to play darts.
"Bee’s knees, I love this bloody place." - Cutter sighed and took the bomber off, walking stairs down to walk to the bar of the place itself. - "Come on, you prick, don't just stand there!" - He called at Samuel with a raspy voice, laughing out loud. Sometimes, Sam looked like a small boy in a toystore. Especially when he was looking at so many lovely bottoms and tits.
"One Pimm’s Cup and a Sex on the Beach for this lady over here." - Cutter winked at the barmaid who smiled back at him, already holding the shaker to prepare some of the best drinks in London.
"What are we? Fucking ladies to drink cocktails?" - Sam asked back, leaning his back to the bar, looking around. His eyes were doing their best to see it all - the girl with afro trying to kiss the soul out of her partner's body, the boy who had his hand in his girl's panties and the twerking group in the middle of the dancefloor.
"Mate, you hadn't learned shit while you were in London. You need to start slowly before pouring down vodka and other shit." - Cutter told him, smiling at the barmaid who brought them the drinks. She was sweet - her blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her face was full of freckles. She was just the type of girl Cutter liked. Sweet, innocent, and pretty. - "Thank you, darling." - The bald man smiled at the barmaid before she ran off to serve another customer.
"And you still think that you're attractive enough to get under a young girl's panties. Who is dumber here? Cheers, mate." - Samuel answered with a dramatic British accent, toasting to Cutter before taking a sip through the straw. Yet Cutter's grin was making him sure that he had just bumped into an interesting topic.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Samuel. Both American and European chicks go crazy for a British accent. All you have to do in the bed is talk and they cum on their own." - Cutter looked around with a shit-eating grin. He knew very well that he's right. A good portion of women was into a thick British accent and his raspy voice. The voice alone could work wonders between girl’s thighs, so being tall, muscular, and having this bad boy vibe was just a bonus usually.
"I think you're lying, brother, but what can I know? I usually put my mouth to use too, but we ain't talkin’. And this mouth can show you the universe, I tell ya." - Samuel answered with a nasty grin as well, his Boston accent being fully put to use at that point. Cutter started to laugh out loud, having Samuel clueless.
"Nice to know, I will remember that, mate. You wanna show me or what?" - Cutter asked, sipping another sip of his ice-cold drink.
"You're such a douchebag." - Samuel laughed as well since Cutter knew how to turn every single situation into a stand-up.
"You see the chick at three o’clock?" - Cutter mumbled from sipping, still looking in front of himself. Samuel carefully checked her out. Not that she would notice a man staring in a club full of people, yet Samuel didn't want to come across as a creep. She was... Pretty. As a lot of women inside the club. She was yelling something at the barmaid so she would hear her, standing there in some old sneakers. Her clothes didn't reveal that much, it was just a normal white top and a pair of blue jeans. Yet something about that face made both the idiots grin when thinking about showing her the edge of paradise.
"Yeah, you bet your fucking British ass I do see that girl." - Samuel returned to the previous position, grinning into his straw just the way Cutter did. Both boys liked girls who had that little spark about them. You never could quite put the finger on it, yet it was there. You couldn't name or label it - it was the flame of the unknown, a promise of fun or... See? Neither of them knew what it is, but she had it.
"And since we’re in this bloody town for the last night, I wanna bet, mate. Since I know that British accent is a hit with the ladies and you keep telling me about some magical Boston mouth, whoever gets the girl, wins something." - Cutter put the empty glass on the bar, grinning at Samuel, having the man grinning back. Timber was yelling all over the club and it felt 2013-ish. The barmaid automatically brought both men a shot of their finest vodka since Cutter came to the club pretty frequently.
"What’s the somethin’ we talkin’ ’bout?" - Samuel bit his lower lip when the girl got her drinks and ventured back to the back of the club where the tables were. Both of them poured the vodka down their throats at the same time, both of them having that face.
"I don't know. Maybe some expansive liquor?" - Charlie asked, but after that, he started laughing. - "Oh, I know, when I get her down tonight, you owe me a ride on your motorbike baby and night with this beautiful lady." - He offered Samuel his palm, watching Sam slowly shaking it.
"When I win, your best bomber is mine. Who goes first?" - Samuel crunched the knuckles and to his surprise, Charlie motioned for him to go.
"Ladies first, mate, ladies always go first." - Charlie smiled, asking for two bottles of beer. When Samuel got his beer, he shook his head but started walking in the direction of your table.
***
It was your friend's bachelorette party and for a reason, she chose a club in London from all the destinations, like France or Italy, she could choose. You were not from there, but she wanted something big and fancy, so she decided to go for a weekend to London. You were more of staying put at home person, yet you didn't want to upset her just days from her wedding.
"Your dinks, ladies." - You yelled, earning an excited yelling of your shit-faced friends back. You’ve been sticking to beer the whole four hours you've already spent in that God-forsaken place, you've been just fine at that moment, being on bottle number four by that time.
"You're my favorite maid of honor." - Your friend Amber hugged you, giving you a big fat kiss on your cheek. You giggled at that, taking another sip of the beer. - "These men here, ugh." - Amber moaned out loud before taking a big sip of her Mochito, watching the dancefloor with her eyes open wide. You chuckled at that, sipping from your bottle.
You weren't that interested in the men there. Like, yeah, they were nice and most of the men you've encountered in England so far were true British gentlemen, but... You weren't the type who would mingle for a one-night stand. You were taking the whole crazy trip as a widening of your horizons. When Amber didn't want to be in a club, you usually traveled around to see the sights England could give you. Stratford upon Avon was cute, Devon too, but London was a blast in your opinion.
"And you're getting married next week, Amber. Don't forget about that you nasty bitch." - Monica yelled from the other side of the table, giggling at Amber's sighs.
"I envy you soooo much, Y/N. These men are everything. Just look at these damn asses." - Amber rolled her eyes, making you both laugh in sync. Suddenly, she got all serious. Her elbow bumped into your ribs making you squeal, her head motioning in a direction of some forty-something dude who was eyeing your table, slowly walking to it through the dancing crowd. - "I think he's coming for one of us, what should I do?" - Amber panicked, looking at her engagement ring.
"You won't do shit, Amber, you're the bride." - You calmed her down, making her lips from a little O in awe. She was like that when she was drunk. The man looked fine, that was true - tall with brown hair, a rough face, and a tall body. You couldn't see him clearly, you just watched him swaying his hips in black jeans and shoulders in a white t-shirt widening with every step he took.
It took him almost five minutes before he finally got there. That was mainly because of the way he was trying to sell that nasty smug. You’ve wondered how it came that he didn't wiggle his hips out. Just when he was about to tell you something, the DJ started playing some banger according to the screaming coming from the dancing crowd, which made you smile. So he leaned in without a problem. Well, at least you knew that he had some confidence inside of him.
"Night, ladies, the name’s Samuel." - He offered his palm to Monica, then to Amber and then to you, kissing your knuckles with a smile. - "How comes that three beautiful ladies end up in a place like this... Alone?" - He wondered, standing next to the empty spot long enough for Monica to scoop a bit further away. Naturally, Samuel sat next to her, giving her a rather nasty smile.
"It’s my bachelorette party!" - Amber yelled at him with a happy smile, making you smile as well when she shoved her ring right in front of that guy's face. At least the confident asshat knew that he won't make a single move at that table. Yet Samuel rose his eyebrows, smiled even wider, and gently caught her palm to look at the ring. Then he nodded and let her hand go. - "He is one of a hella happy fella, I tell you that." - And with that, his eyes hooked on your face. Monica was watching both of you with a vulgar smile on her lips.
"And what about you, doll, you're having a bachelorette party too?" - Samuel smiled, putting his bottle on the table. Before you could answer, shit-faced Amber already started telling him your story.
"She’s been single forever, I swear. It always works or spending time with her family, like, I know she's the most responsible and shit, but I am afraid that she’ll end up alone with twenty cats, and one day, she'll go nuts." - She told him seriously. The mysterious, confident and somehow sexy guy started laughing at her straightforwardness, looking you in the eyes after that.
"I will go nuts if you won't stop, bitch, this was unnecessary." - You sighed, taking a deep swing of your beer. You shook your head with an angry face. Although, Amber wasn’t stopping there, making you even more embarrassed. - "But you are a hell of a guy. Holy fuck, are those tattoos? I always wanted my fiance to get some." - She went for it and let her fingers grace his neck. Samuel had a pleased grin when she has done so.
"I've been living in Panama for some time, got ’em there." - He then proceeded to lift one of his sleeves, showing you another tattoo on his shoulder. These were poker aces. Amber but her lower bottom, looking at the tattoos, gently touching them, traveling down to feel the poor man's biceps at the very end of her exploration. To put it nicely, you were embarrassed. Yet to your surprise, the Samuel man ignored Amber drooling over him and practically climbing over the table to touch his skin. The man sat there and watched you with a small smile. - "And I have a few more on places that ain’t appropriate to show ’ere." - He mumbled and both of the ladies next to you instantly got the horny faces on.
Amber bumped her elbow into your ribs again, doing it way stealthier this time. Yeah, he was a good looking man if you'd have to be honest. He had your girls wrapped around his long finger five minutes after coming there - there was this... Testosterone or some shit like that coming out of him. Amber gave you one of these risen-eyebrows looks and bit her lower lip once again.
"Care for a dance?" - The man asked, standing up. At first, he was looking into the dancing crowd only giving you his palm as if he didn't even care. You sat there for quite a while before Samuel smiled in your direction, assuring you that he wants you to dance with him. Which, no matter how hard you'd try to deny this, it was something that made you smile too. In a gentle moment, you slipped your palm into his, hoping that at least Amber would stop hitting your ribs.
You honestly hadn't heard that song in years. Calabria felt real like a late 2010-ish song. Was this night sort of a retro party? You hadn't heard the majority of the songs in years, yet people danced to them like crazy. And let's be honest, you and Samuel weren't that much different, because as soon as you hit the dancefloor, he showed you some good moves and suddenly, it wasn't that weird or gross to be seduced by that man.
***
To be honest, Cutter was quite in the mood when he saw that Samuel and you dancing along with the other pairs. And more importantly, you two were having fun. Sam started with his most outdated moves, slowly getting to the more erotic ones when you seemed to agree with that. The man didn't want to be punched right into his nose. Yet soon, your pelvis was brought close to Samuels and Charlie could see his friend's lips whispering something in your ear. In the reaction to that, you were laughing and soon enough, you put one of your hands on his waist.
Charlie was quite familiar with the song playing. It had some good basses and the beat just invited you to dance. You were the sweetest when you let go of Samuel, rose your hands above your hand, yelling the upcoming lyrics, that went something like... - "Dangerous? Oh! That sounds good, yeah.
Talk to me baby, like I'm your dude." - It made Charlie chuckle.
He was also quite interested in the tactics Samuel used to relax you like that. The whole time Samuel was gone, Charlie stood next to the bar, thinking about what he should he do. He was choosing a tactic if you will. Every woman was different, so he better has some back-up plan if he wants to win the bet. Samuel undeniably had the charming personality chicks liked, whether he was aware of it or not. He was a forty-something-year-old dude with the mentality of a dude in his early twenties, which was attractive too.
Yet Charlie didn't have that trait. He was a man in his late forties and it could be seen as well. He was bald too. But that was something Samuel didn't quite have - the authority of something like a daddy figure if you will. He met girls who were into that sort of stuff and he hadn't got a single problem with delivering - it was quite fun actually. To say it quickly, he was a guy who was looking mysteriously with a good sense of humor, making the chicks both screaming in pleasure and very with laughter when they wanted that goofy-guy sorta stuff.
So he figured out that it would be best to figure out what you were into and work on that since the first second he introduces himself to you on the bar.
***
"You have good dance moves, Y/N!" - Sam exclaimed happily when he was leading you back to your table. You nodded, still laughing. You couldn't believe that you spend half an hour with a totally strange guy on the dancefloor. Yeah, it wasn't just dancing obviously. Sam proved to be quite handy with his palms, absorbing almost everything out of your body while his mouth was whispering funny stuff. Suddenly, you both stopped and he looked at you with a pretty bold smile. Again, he showed you how quick he could be when his left palm put some hair out of your face. - "This was fun. So... If you would like to have some more fun when you'll be leaving, call this number, deal?" - He asked and gave you a small card.
It was one of the most simple ones you've ever had seen. Samuel Drake - historian, archeologist, and an adventurer. His number was on the other side. After giving him the same nasty grin, you nodded and pushed the card into the back pocket of your jeans, letting him go.
Girls immediately noticed you coming back... All alone without that Sammy boy. But the smile was indicating that you hadn't empty hands. Amber asked you about what happened even before you sat your ass down. - "Well, we danced and lemme say, he's a good dancer and then... He gave me this business card to call him when ill be leaving. Which unfortunately won't happen since I have to lead both your drunk asses to the hotel." - You sighed, playing with the card between your fingers. Monica took it out, smiling at you.
"I'm more or less sober, so I can take Amber home while you'll find that prince charming and have a wonderful night." - She gave it back to you after reading the text under his name. - "I would love to have a cig, anyone going with me?" - Monica asked and mumbled a few curse words while she searched through her purse for a pack of cigarettes. Naturally, you got up and motioned for her to go first, telling amber to sit there on her damn ass until you come back.
It was nice to stand in some fresh air. The night was pretty cold and it was raining a bit, but you didn't care since you were already soaking wet. Monica gave you a cigarette as well and both lit it up at the same moment. She was giving you some nasty grin too, which made you chuckle. - "What?" - You mumbled, exhaling the smoke.
"He seemed to be into you big time. You sure you don't want to call the man?" - She asked and at that moment, she seemed to be pretty reasonable and sober. Your shoulders jolted unknowingly. There was something on that promise of spending a night by his side. Sam was genuinely fun, hot as far as you could say and pretty smart. Also, he wasn't drunk that much, neither were you - so it was maybe really the both-sided chemistry doing the work. A couple of times it seemed that he's going in for a kiss, yet he rather teased you and bit your earlobe gently.
"He seemed sweet and fun and all, but what about you two?" - You asked Monica silently, still smoking on the cigarette with a thoughtful face.
"Oh, shush. We'll take a cab and get to the hotel on our own. I'll look after Amber. She was right about you being all about work or family. He's a stranger and you don't have to see him ever again, and that has some magic into it. Live a bit, come on, sis." - She hugged and you, indeed, felt confident about what Monica has said.
Sam was nothing but a hot guy you met in a club. You can fuck the night away, have some fun, wait for him to fall asleep, and then drive to your hotel, sitting on a flight home tomorrow. You'll never have to see him again.
You were determined that once you'll be leaving, you'll call the man, accepting the offer. When you were inside, you walked to the bar to order some alcohol, because Amber got to drink both your and Sam's beer when you were dancing.
It took you a moment to notice that guy. He was holding a small glass of whiskey, eyeing you with a small grin. He wasn’t exactly your type of handsome, yet there was something about that face. You spotted small stable and very attentive blue eyes. This man was huge in the best meaning of the word. He wasn't fat, not at all, yet it could be seen that there are some muscles under the t-shirt he had on. He was at least twice your age, but you got nervous when you looked into his eyes.
The difference between him and the guy you met earlier was huge. While Sam appeared to be a fairly approachable, exciting, and funny person, this dude... He seemed mysterious and authoritative. Which had woken up things inside of you; things you didn't even know were there. After having your breath stuck for a while, you returned a smile to the man, which was a signal for him to move closer to you.
"Whatever the lady orders, it's my treat." - The bald man told the barmaid, having her smile. Slowly, the man put some pounds on the wooden countertop, still looking at the lady who was serving the alcohol. It was ridiculously more than what you were supposed to pay, yet the gentlemen made clear that he doesn't want a pound back. - "Sure thing, Mr. Cutter."
"And what about you, love?" - He asked, taking your palm to kiss your knuckles delicately. That accent settled inside of your ears, fully attacking your brain. It was hot only to listen to the raspy voice speaking with the fully-blown thick London accent. No matter what you did, that man’s gaze followed you around. You almost felt like you can't escape it. Why Sam was making you feel so good and that was what made you aroused, yet this man was coming across as someone who would bend you over his knee with pleasure and it made you interested as well. - "What about me?" - You asked back, smiling at the man.
"What are you doing here alone?" - Cutter said and leaned even closer, having a smile on his lips when he leaned closer enough to whisper things into your ear. He had a firm body, just like Sam did, yet these two couldn't come across differently. - "I can do something about that, sweetheart."
Was all of this a nice dream? Two attractive men approaching you on the same night, telling you to leave the place with them. Or were they serial murderers? Or did a car hit you and you were in a coma? No, your heartbeat reminded you that this is pretty much happening in front of your very eyes. What the fuck should you do? If you'll leave with Cutter, what about Sam? And if you'd leave with Sam, what about this man? Why couldn't you have them both?
Monica more or less made you swear that whatever happens, you'll leave with Sam at the end of the party. But you felt being in a tight corner at the moment. Both men had some spark in them, one of them promised you a whole night of fun and the other one felt like a total daddy.
"That's kind of you, sir." - You winked at him, not knowing what else to say. The club was slowly getting darker, changing the color scheme as it was getting closer to midnight, now playing some Russian rap songs. Cutter looked at the couples around you, seeing many of them kissing and touching far beyond the line of decency. That was before you felt tips of someone's fingers smoothing your upper arm, gently getting onto your sweaty neck and jaw.
You could turn away from that man, yet there was something that made you push your head even closer, so your lips could meet his halfway. He wasn’t shying away at all, coming in with full force - lip bite, not too long after that, he even used his tongue, holding you close by your jaw. And this man, dear lord, he had some skillful mouth. It even made you close your eyes with enjoyment, making you moan lightly into his kiss.
"So, what do you say, love? Me, you, my place here?" - He whispered once he was done with the kiss, his palm slowly traveling down on your waist and lower. Sam did touch these places, yes, but his approach was more natural than devoting straightaway. Which made you also a bit cautious and aware of the man.
"I need to go back, Mr. Cutter. But thank you for the... Ehm... Invitation anyway." - You took the drinks, hurrying up back to girls. Your heartbeat was off the charts, your whole damn body was sweaty and since there were two rather handsome men trying to win you over that night, you were aroused as well. You couldn't leave with Sam, because you'd think about Cutter and the other way around. But you were sure that you will at least masturbate that night.
"Are you okay?" - Amber yelled into your ear when you finally sat down, gulping down. You couldn't catch your breath ever since Cutter kissed you. Your gaze traveled to her and you shook your head almost frantically.
"Another guy tried to take me over to his place." - You mumbled, gulping down your whole drink at once. Monica smiled and leaned over to you.
"And was this one as handsome as that Samuel before?" - She asked, taking her cocktail out of your hand. You turned your hand to the dancefloor, imaging both the men inside of your head.
"It's hard to tell, Monica. This one was tall and well-built as well..." - You sighed, but Amber stopped you once again. - "How can you know that he was well-built?" - She wondered, taking the last ice-cold drink as well. It was a miracle that she hadn't fallen asleep until that point.
"Because I know he's a good kisser too." - You smiled and each of you started laughing like crazy. - "I mean, he wasn’t the most handsome man I've seen, yet, he had that something inside these eyes." - You shook your head, not believing the things that had happened inside that club. It was just one night you've spent there and two attractive men approached you. One of them was American, the other one was clearly British and you knew that both of them had something to offer. But you knew that you'll leave alone once again.
***
"How did it go?" - Samuel asked Cutter once he walked off the dancefloor again. Cutter was leaning his elbow to the bar, watching you and your girls chatting excitedly. After that, he turned back to Sam.
"I can't tell, mate. First, it appeared that I have her hooked, but she left after that. What about you?" - Charlie finished another glass of whiskey, moving to beer for the rest of the night. From Sam’s smirk, it was apparent that at least one of the men is feeling positive about the whole bet.
"She has my number and when I was on a smoke break, her friend told her that she should have some fun with me tonite if you know what I mean." - Samuel wiggled his eyebrows, making Cutter frown even more. Maybe he shouldn’t go for the kiss just like that, but your body was telling yes. You were attracted to him, so why shouldn't he test the waters? It was too late for these kinds of thoughts. He probably had scared you off.
The two friends were standing there for quite a while and waited for Sam's desired call, talking about nothing the whole time. Sam had to say that he had some fun time and Cutter’s most impressive bomber on top of that. But that was when both men felt someone's presence behind them.
"You two know each other?" - A voice asked them and when they turned around, it was none other than you. Your eyes were looking at both of them and it was clear that you don't know what to think of that. Sam looked at Cutter with panic, not knowing what to say.
"It's not how you think it is." - Cutter tried to calm you down, but you were visibly upset over the whole situation. Yeah, it was a bet, but Cutter meant what he said. He wanted to spend the night with you. This was just a fun way to raise the stakes. If you wouldn't get to know.
"Jesus, I should've known that you two are assholes." - You walked between the men, mumbling something about assholes, dickheads, and shits, preparing money to pay the last drinks of the night. - "How would two men like you saw something on an ugly duckling like me? Funny shit, I tell you." - You mumbled with disgust, ordering cocktails your girls asked for.
"You don't know what you're talking about, love. You're beautiful." - Cutter told you back with a small smile, looking Samuel in the eyes. The other man nodded when he realized, leaning into the bar as well. - "And intelligent as hell, which is a huge turn on. I don't know why someone as pretty as you are even let guys like us talk to you." - The American smiled at you from the other side, lust lingering inside his eyes.
Could that be? It maybe was just a bet, yet these two men seemed to be interested. It could be a game as well - but a perfect solution to your situation too. If these two knew each other, maybe you didn't have to leave the place alone because you couldn't choose between them. Maybe, you could leave with both of them at once. You’ve never done that, but the alcohol inside your veins made you courageous.
"So, you're friends, you know each other, right?" - You asked while a smile grew on your lips. Oh, Cutter knew what is about to come and... It was so nasty that it turned him on in some kind of way. Samuel was completely confused tho. - "That means you can meet me outside the club in ten, probably?" - You asked innocently, taking the drinks, smiling at Charlie. He smiled back, leaving Samuel in the dark for a little longer.
"Which one of us?" - The American demanded. He wanted to win the bet so badly because Cutter’s bombers were the best in the whole world. But when he saw your devilish grin with the shine in your eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Oh. OH. Holy fuck. You had that spark inside of you, but neither of them would ever say that you're a nasty girl as well. At least not this much.
Sam honestly never seen cutter without clothes and he didn't know if he's ready for that, but... Life was about adventure, right? And this way something Sam knew he will say yes to. There was something on having a girl helpless, being taken care of by two men. He loved to worship women, he indeed loved everything about that, but this was exciting as well. And Charlie? He knew how to approach to a threesome. There were occasions where he had joined in and in some, he was only there to watch. He especially loved when two ladies invited him to a bad. But he hadn't a single issue with giving you what you wanted.
"Both of you, silly." - You smiled sweetly before disappearing into the crowd.
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one thing leads to another chapter 1
pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)
genre: romance, smut
content: alcohol, flashing, public nudity
words: 1,204
summary:
After a particularly bad breakup, you decide it's time to start anew with a new job and to prove that you're still the same person, you decide to flash a handsome stranger.
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first chapter of a thing!! more to come!!
One Thing Leads to Another by The Fixx
chapters: 2 3
“Congrats on the new job!” Monica grinned as she raised her drink at you. “You’re finally free from that damn gallery.”
“Hey, it wasn’t that bad,” you shrugged. “Apart from the very low salary… And my horrible boss… And Jessie.”
“Exactly. And now you’re free from all that.”
You took another sip of your margarita, feeling a buzz. It was just your second glass, but you were already feeling the tequila. It’s been a month since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, Jessie, and quit your job at the small gallery just outside the city. The pain from the breakup was still there, but you were feeling optimistic with a new job and a new apartment away from him.
“So what’s the new job like?” Monica’s voice broke through your thoughts that were dangerously going back to Jessie.
“Um,” you swirled your drink around. “I’m gonna do research for this old man and his business partner, but I haven’t met this partner. The pay is great.”
“That’s all that matters, right?”
You nodded as you chuckled, downing your drink.
“Jessie would’ve never approved.”
“Fuck him,” Monica rolled her eyes. “Ever since you started dating that dweeb, you stopped being so fun.”
“What do you mean?” You frowned. “I’m still fun.”
She gave you a look as she called for the bartender’s attention. “I’ll pay for the bill if…”
“If…” You raised an eyebrow at her.
“If you flash that guy there,” she pointed behind you and you peered back.
It was an older man staring into the pint of beer in front of him at the far end of the bar. He looked rather rugged, wearing an old sherpa jacket with his dark hair curling around the back of his neck, and were those tattoos of birds on his neck?
“No way,” you shook your head. "No fucking way."
“You’re still fun, right?” Monica gave you a wicked smile. “You’ve done it before.”
"Yeah, like in college, years ago."
You glanced back at the man again. He seemed lost in the music, but he was still looking at the drink in front of him. He was quite handsome.
“Fine.”
“That’s my girl,” Monica giggled. “Bartender, bill’s on me.”
You took a deep breath as you stood up, suddenly nervous. He doesn’t know who you are, you told yourself. Just do it quickly.
The music playing drowned out your thoughts as you made your way to him.
“One thing, one thing, leads to another…”
You tapped his shoulder, sweetly smiling at him as he turned to look at you. God, he was good looking.
“Hi,” you said.
Before he could reply, you lifted your shirt, fully exposing your breasts to him. His eyebrows shot up as he stared.
“Um, hi there,” he smirked.
You pulled your shirt down, smiling as his eyes met yours. “Bye.”
Heart pounding, you quickly turned away and made your way back to Monica, who was holding out your coat for you.
“Holy shit,” you breathed when you were finally outside. “I can’t believe I did that. That poor man.”
“He was cute,” she laughed.
“Ugh,” you sighed. “He really was. He probably thinks I’m a weirdo.”
“So what?” She nudged you. “You’re never gonna see him again.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, still thinking of his face. You were hoping there would be a small chance you’d see him again.
“I think I’m sober again,” Monica said. “Are you up for more drinks?”
“Uh,” you glanced down at your phone. “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I have to come into the new job early anyway.”
“Sure,” she hailed a cab. “Proud of you tonight.”
“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes and chuckled.
Sam
Sam was having a shit day. First, he’d remembered his birthday was in two weeks, then he happened to run into an old flame from back when he was a teenager.
Crystal was friendly enough when she greeted him.
“Sam? Samuel Morgan?” She approached him at the vegetable aisle at the grocery.
He knew it was her in an instant; he knew that smile and the way her eyes twinkled whenever she looked at him. This time, though, there were wrinkles around her eyes and she was pregnant.
“Crystal?” He gasped. “It’s been, what? Twenty years? And, wow, you’re… Knocked up.”
“Yeah,” she smiled as she put a hand on her belly. “I’m seven months. I know I’m a little old, but I thought it was finally time.”
“What? You look great,” Sam smiled. “You’ve always wanted to be a mother and I know for a fact you’ll make an awesome one.”
He didn’t know if he wanted to ask who the father was.
Crystal simply nodded. Sam never wanted to be a dad or believed in marriage and even back then, it caused a rift between them.
“So,” she wanted to change the subject. “What have you been up to in the past two decades?”
She glanced down at his shopping cart, noticing the bottles of beer, frozen dinner, and a few fruits.
“Oh, you know…” Sam shrugged. “Odd jobs here and there. Surviving.”
He didn’t want her to know about his prison stint.
“What about you?” He returned the question.
“Well, I’ve been the manager of a car rental agency for a while now,” she almost looked disappointed. “I know, I was supposed to be the first Asian woman president of the United States…”
“Come on,” Sam interrupted. “I’m sure you’re still what the youths call a ‘girlboss’.”
“Oh, god,” Crystal finally laughed. “Pregnant girlboss.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Kicking motherhood’s ass. The father must be a lucky guy.”
“Oh no, Sam. There’s no father, I’m gonna raise this kid alone. It’s just easier that way.”
“Right,” Sam muttered.
“Yeah,” Crystal trailed off before glancing at her watch. “Well, I have to be off. It was great seeing you, Sam.”
“Sure,” he couldn’t help but frown. “Good luck, Crystal.”
That’s how he ended up alone at the bar, staring into his beer. It just occurred to him that all of old friends probably got to live out their lives while he was stuck in prison for a decade. Not to mention, he was turning 47 soon.
Where did time go? He thought to himself. He wondered if he had enough time to catch up to his peers. Not that he wanted to have a family, he just wanted to prove something to himself.
It was then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see you, giving him the prettiest damn smile, and before he could process what was happening, you’d lifted your shirt up.
Wow, was his first thought after the initial shock. He didn’t know how much time passed before he finally got his thoughts together to say something to you.
“Um, hi there.”
He looked up at your face. Cute.
“Bye,” he noticed how you bit your lip after you smiled.
Sam’s mouth hung open in a half-smile as you turned away.
“What just happened?” He mused to himself as he sat there alone with his beer again.
The bartender just shrugged and the bar went back to normalcy. Still, Sam couldn’t get you out of his head.
Who was that?
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26. Part 3
Looking around my daughter’ room, I just need to know I have everything ready for her. Like I am just being random, but I just woke up because I needed to pee but then it came to mind, have I got everything I needed. I know I did, I got everything, but I need to make sure I got plenty of diapers, but I am just wondering. I am more than happy with this room, she is getting everything I never got, and she is a queen, will be treated like one. Chris has yet to do the crib in our room, you never know we may keep her in our room for a while, but this room is perfection, it looks like a queen is giving birth to a future princess, but she is. She is super lucky; her room is direct opposite of our room. Because the way the stairs come up, it breaks the rooms up in a way, but her room is opposite ours which I like but I know this whole house would need babyproofing badly, everything here is not childproof at all, it’s scary. But I should go back to bed, but I will just go down, I did sleep better then I usually do so that is ok and that is thanks to Chris for snuggling me, putting the cream on me and also giving up his side of the bed. I am lucky to have him with me, I sighed out turning back on myself. I feel myself waddling, it’s actually not cute but I am waddling now. I did think I would have an easier pregnancy, like the model type but in real life I am a mess. I have not got ready for much, just Chris coming back, I don’t feel sexy like Chris says but Chris has no filter, he would say it to me in a joke, but he hasn’t so maybe it is just me feeling it.
The blinds rose up automatically as I got down the steps, one of many fancy things this place has which I like. It senses its morning and the sun is rising so the first person that comes down triggers to put the blinds up, let me open the door for the dog. He is probably waiting on someone to open the door so he can come up. It’s a little cold downstairs, looking out of the window, oh it’s snowed a little so no wonder. Opening the door for the downstairs “Zeus, come up boy” I said, he will come up when he pleases, I been contemplating on if I should get my chef back in my life, I think I may do it until I am back to normal functioning life but maybe I can just do it myself, why can’t I just be a normal pregnant woman. Hearing the scurrying behind me, either Chris cuts his hair, or he gets some professional. The dog’ hair is long as fuck “morning” Zeus always sniffs my bump, I don’t know why “yes, it’s a baby in there. Shall we cook breakfast, you don’t want to go out today. It’s cold out there” Zeus walked with me side by side to the kitchen, I am getting used to this big thing now, he’s not all that bad, he is better then Chris anyways because he keeps me company for longer then he does when sleeping, Chris moves off after a while.
Bopping my head along to the radio playing in the background as I made breakfast for all “hey Google, can you wake up the house” I said aloud, we going to wake up the house without walking up no stairs. I can’t wait for this home to be filled, after the baby born then I can start having my people back, holiday will be over. I can get family here to see me, it’s just going to be good vibes “waking everyone up now” I like the Google shit I have in this home, looking down on the floor, Zeus is laying there and doesn’t move unless I leave the room. It’s hard to get him to go downstairs, he doesn’t move at all because he wants to come with me but it’s very protective of him, I like that “oh, not heard this in a while” as No Guidance started to play on the radio, going to my phone. Mel has been texting me, she misses me for once. We are usually in each other’s pockets but since being married and pregnant this is the main priority in my life, but things will be back to normal, she will be back soon. Unlocking my phone, tapping on Instagram. Tapping on the plus sign and adding to my story, aiming my camera at Zeus and panning to the cooker and stopped it, tapping in a caption ‘who needs a man when you got this big ball of fluff’ pressing send, let them have a meltdown over that, which barely shows much.
“Robbie, I don’t like this loud noise that be waking up. It’s not nice” my mom is the first to come down “but you’re here, I made breakfast for us. I hope the boys come down next” my mom is not impressed, she is not impressed because the way she has come down with her wig lopsided and a robe on “come here mommy” walking around the counter “you look very happy today Robyn” fixing her wig “I am” pressing a kiss to her forehead “I am in less pain, and I just saw a different side to Chris. Like you know he is an idiot, every time he is stupid about things” moving back from my mom “I had a warm bath like the nurse said, he helped me out of the bathtub, so I don’t fall. He watched me that I didn’t fall in the bathroom on the marble flooring then, I didn’t want him to do it. Like I was nervous about it and I wanted the pads, but I did it, he put cream there where it’s hurting. I was scared because what if he did it wrong, but he didn’t, he was so gentle with me mom, and it was then I knew how much he loves me, like that love is deep to be doing that. For anyone” my mom’ eyes widened “he did that?” my mom said “he did, like he did it. I wouldn’t even get my own mother to do that, just the nurse because they are trained in that and generally, partners don’t do it?” my mom looks impressed “and you feel better too?” nodding my head “he has impressed me, not even your own father would do that” I chuckled.
They eventually came down; I mean I did need to call Dennis twice, but he finally came down “the pancake is cold” raising an eyebrow looking at Chris “you came down late? The hell you want me to do. Warm it up for you when I am eating myself?” Chris nodded his head “your thighs are warm enough” rolling my eyes at him “I heard what you did for my daughter, it just brings me so much peace that you will be there for her. No matter what people say about you, they don’t know you and I am so happy with you. That is something many men will not do for their partners, even be here for them like this. You are someone many don’t know, the real you” I died a little inside, my mom is mentioning it at the table “did Chris make your butt better?” Dennis snorted laughing “be quiet you!” Chris looked shocked, he was not expecting that “uh thank you Monica, it wasn’t a choir for me. I did it because it’s what is right for her, with Robyn I would do anything for her. I know she felt a little weird about it but like I seen it. she is the only one I would do that for. Like I joke about it, but I would. I know like how it will be for her; she will take lots of rest. She seems happy so I am happy” the buzzer went off for the gate “I will check” Chris said, nodding my head “things are quiet, don’t you think?” I said to Dennis “to you! You’re in your bubble” Dennis said laughing “things are still a mess, oh girl. Nothing is quiet, Roc Nation seemed to have tried to handle it weird enough. I think they are scared of you; they are scared on what is next” they should be “it’s a parcel, I will get it” Chris got up “cool, probably for the baby. I be ordering a lot of shit” which I have been, some things I don’t think I needed to get.
Furrowing my eyebrows “where that nigga go?” it’s so quiet and he never came back “so I was thinking, we could sell this to Netflix. Remember how Amazon outbid Netflix but I think with this we should aim for Netflix” pulling a face “but Amazon, I like them. As a team, they are very much involved. See what happens, I am warming to the idea anyways. I am just literally counting down the days until this lady is here, I feel it so much Dennis, the tightening. The heaviness. I feel my pussy is coming out” Dennis laughed out “he is so sweet Robyn; I have to say it again. I am in shock, to hear he did that for you. I am happy to go back once this is over” my mom is so impressed with Chris, Dennis looked behind me and then I felt a hand on my shoulder “there is so much mail Robyn, like there is boxes of things. Also the team are fixing the tree up for us” looking up at Chris “I didn’t do that, really? Where is the stuff?” I mean I have been ordering but not that much “in the hallway, just filled. I see some Fenty boxes too, and also Adidas. Maybe they are gifts” my eyes lit up “I love gifts, I want to see” getting up from the chair “come and help me” looking up at Chris “and I need you to shave this stubble” I grinned at him.
I gasped “oh my god, what is all this!?” I half shouted, “can you like move it all to the second living room, because the people are doing the tree aren’t they?” Chris sighed out “man, do I have too. Is Dennis going to help me?” turning around “I will help you there brother Chris” I laughed at this bromance, they have bonded “I think this is gifts from Bey, she has some new line from Adidas and I remember seeing the box so that is it. I won’t be able to fit in that yet. That is Dior” I know these boxes “also that is Fendi, why did these all come at the same time. Roc Nation too? Chile, what they sent us” I am scared about that box now, it’s probably some dead rat in here, they hate my ass “how does that dickhead know we live here?” Chris said, seeing the box “OVO, ok then. Erm, possibly Mel may have, I am not sure but Jay Brown knows where I live, I did tell him” Chris is not impressed, Chris is picking at the tape to open it “he has a fucking nerve to do that, he wrote a whole diss track about you” Chris managed to rip it open, I wonder what he gave and the nerve of him anyways. Taking the packet from him “a baby grow” I held up and then looking into the box “he’s given baby clothes” looking up at Chris “he disrespected you so badly, that shit has pissed me. He fucking made a diss song about you” Chris is so angry “there is a note” taking it out before Chris did, opening up the note “It’s handwritten too” oh this is Drake’ handwriting “wait there!” I pointed at Chris, he is ready to come and get it at me “Rihanna, I spent days thinking about you. I spent moments where I cried, I was hurt, and I made a bad decision to make such a song. I am sorry and I hope you are happy even if it’s not with me, I want the best for you because in my eyes you are queen. Accept the gifts from October’s Very Own, and I can’t help but think Adonis will have a play friend now and we can meet and just have kid day. Love Aubrey” looking up at Chris “not even a mention of Chris?” Dennis said, oh Chris is mad “no” I pointed at him.
This is wrong but we don’t need trouble “Chris listen to me” he went to get his phone “Chris, do not and I mean do not post anything! We don’t with that, we have moved on. We are not going to write any Instagram post, because I will” Chris furrowed his eyebrows confused at what I meant “I will post some shady shit, not you. What he did was wrong. I am shocked he had the nerve to send that, he knows you are here with me. He also knows you are the father, just don’t’ get involved. I will do it. Please move the things in there” Chris will do it and then it will be something bigger, I will do it because I know what he did and I know he fucking tried to make a song about me “just calm down, help him Dennis” taking the note with me walking off, I don’t think it’s the best idea to ever get Chris to do that, not when I am trying to help rebuild his profile so people can like him again, I don’t want them to say look at the man she is with “what is it?” my mom asked “Drake” holding the note up “he didn’t mention Chris in this, he made a diss song about me. He shamed me in that studio, he didn’t know that Chris was the father, but he does now” placing the note on the kitchen counter, taking a picture of the note “so what are you going to do baby?” my mom asked “I am going to write a nice little thank you” typing out the caption ‘Octobers very own bitch sending me gifts when you wrote a diss track about me, this fatherless child doesn’t need owl for clothes! She is ok and she kindly declined the dinner date, she doesn’t like blondes boo. Imagine being such a pussy all your life that you then bully a pregnant woman….. Trash!’ pressing send, I want to say more but then I am causing havoc.
Dennis took the picture of me with all the gifts that are for my daughter, I am super happy about this, I didn’t expect it “Roc Nation doing baby grows and shit, or was that just to be cute” Chris is never happy “it works, Chris standing there complaining looks good” Dennis crouched down to me, I am like drowning in kids clothes “mhmm, it does actually. Chris, you better post a thank you, I mean it. Send it to my phone, Chris help me up” this what happens I try to be cute on the floor, now I can’t get up. Chris yanked the hood off my head “hiding in the jacket” I smiled at him “let me pick you up, don’t get up. You might hurt yourself” before I could disagree he picked me up “don’t drop me, am I heavy” the face he pulled, I am heavy for him “no” he placed me on the couch “thank you baby, I am super shocked at the gift that have been sent” Dennis held my phone to me “write the caption, and Chris, I sent the picture to you also” I hide my face with he hood on the jacket and hid my bump, I look a mess but they still know it’s me ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you! For all of the gifts sent by everyone. So many to name, this could be a long post but thank you to my Barbados family for the gifts, all of the toys, auntie the outfits are the cutest. To @kimkardashian and Kanye, her first Yeezy’s and all of the Yeezy clothing, thank you. @Beyonce @Adidas the baby grows are the cutest, Also to @Fendi @Dior @Burberry @blackpyramidofficial and my record label @rocnation my family. And such surprise from @Fenty, these unique baby clothing that my team have made, you know I would love that. I am so blessed with love and support. We are thankful!’ that is long “you done?” I asked Chris “I put thank you everyone now my back hurts from moving the boxes” shaking my head at him, he is stupid.
Poking my lips out, I feel like a baby with diaper rash because I mean it was bad enough Chris had to do it last time but it’s another night and we have to do it again “are you ready? I am going back down after, Dennis and I are playing pool” nodding my head “sure, I love the tree by the way. It makes me all gooey inside because it’s Christmas and I love Christmas. I didn’t feel it but now I do, and I get to spend it with my husband” I am super happy about the tree “it’s ok, well I wanted you to feel it. Oh and I saw the picture you posted; I was shocked. Why?” he posted a very personal picture of me, like I wasn’t even looking for him but we was sat in the living room, I was talking to my mom but I look so well, like I feel I don’t but I am just concentrating on the conversation, I don’t hate the picture but I am glad he didn’t get me looking fat “you like it? I was just playing around with my phone and I realised it was a dope picture. I was like that fucking dickhead deserves a beating for that shit. He disrespected me” he got me choked up “it was very loving from you Chris, I loved the picture and the caption, thank you” I am so loved by him “it was nothing, come on. Get on the bed” smiling at Chris “no wait, let me read the caption again” unlocking my phone, it’s the cutest “go on then, than I can put it on” such a softie he is, letting me waste his time “You said she is for everybody but she is for me, you know Rihanna but I know Robyn. That really warmed my heart thank you” Chris kissed my forehead, I love him so much.
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I can’t have a different opinion?
I don’t like Drake’s music.
The majority of the people who might read this will probably stop reading after that first sentence. “How can you not like Champagne Papi? 6God? Mr. OVOXO?” the blasphemy, right?
Drake is stale to me and has been for years. It’s the same music over and over again. He’s the Single King, meaning his best music will usually be used for a single, and the rest of his album will just be what it is. Yeah, he may have a sleeper or two on his albums here and there, but that’s it. I divide my critique of Drake in two categories; Nothing Was the Same Drake when I was a huge fan, and post Nothing Was the Same Drake, which I feel is alright. Fortunately, I’m not writing to give my opinion on Drake. Even though I think I could provide a detailed review of Drake’s music and give valid points on why I feel the way I think.
I’ve had people tell me I’m hating on Drake because of the opinion I have of his music, and each time I just shake my head. We live in a world now where if you go against the masses, you are hating. Which is why I tend not to discuss music with people. Most people can’t give valid reasons why they think certain things are great and why they think other things are not. Yet they viciously attack others online for having a different opinion.
I’ve had people laugh and question why Stevie Wonder, perhaps THE greatest music artist/musician of all time, is my favorite artist. I don’t bash them; I may look at them differently, but I don’t go out of my way to openly criticize or attack them. Here’s the thing, I can respect everyone’s opinions, I may disagree. Still, if there is validity to what you say, I will listen.
I believe it’s essential to have diverse opinions when consuming art. It keeps those industries going and evolving even when there are stretches of mediocrity. That diversity of thought will usher in a new sound in music or eventually deliver us from the reboot hell that the movie industry is currently in.
Diversity is a beautiful thing; it’s why we can enjoy outlets like Verzuz and allow that platform to put up the numbers it has each time. The beauty of diversity is also why I may have given a lot of you the side-eye during the Brandy v. Monica Verzuz. Most of you had trash takes on the Vocal Bible Brandy. Still, at the same time, I appreciated and respected your opinions.
What I’m saying is, it is okay for people to have a different opinion than you. Everyone is not going to like what you like, and that too is okay. Having a different view than someone should not lead to hate…unless you are a racist, your opinion doesn’t matter.
I can admit, I am a music snob. There’s a list of artists that I don’t like, but I respect their accomplishments except for Keith Sweat. I will never forgive you all for making that man famous; he cannot sing. Needless to say, I can’t take anything away from Drake. Even though I may not like his current music, I respect his accomplishments and look forward to the day that I’ll become a fan again.
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Ninety Four.
Mel is bringing Rylee to us in Vegas, Robyn is not wanting to see anyone really. I feel like Robyn is feeling ashamed of what happened, I do not blame her for it because a lot has happened, but I need to explain to her the stories going on too, tapping on the picture Mel sent it made me laugh “have you seen what they been doing for Rylee?” turning my phone “she has been missing you so they got your worn top so she can hold to soothe her” Robyn looked up at my phone, Rylee has a real grip on it “she is coming now, she will be here soon” placing my free hand on her lap, Robyn put her hand down wanting to cry her heart out “I am such a bad mother” moving my phone back “no you’re not, Robyn it happens. Everyone makes mistakes, every parent does, I did. Rylee won’t remember that she only remembers the good times ok? Stop it” reaching over and wrapping my arms around her “she loves you so so much, she loves you that much she knows your touch, that is all. She will be back with us soon and it will be back to normal” I said to her in her ear “I fucked up Chris” she sniffled “I just fucking didn’t think of anyone but myself, I just was thinking of me. I just got sick of thinking of others but Rylee, she doesn’t deserve” moving back from the hug “and that is fine, but you know you will need to see people eventually you know that right?” I said, she nodded her head “while we are on the subject I need to explain some other things that happened while you were in this moment” Robyn groaned out “I just know I have been getting recorded. I am just fucking stupid; I am just angry at myself. I need to realise that life isn’t what it was, I can’t just do as I please you know” she sighed out “I am listening, what did I do?” licking my lips, she needs to know.
“So what happened was we were having disagreements, I was personally trying to help you and get you back to the room, but you weren’t having it, you didn’t want to know but I was trying my best with you. We got in the elevator, and I mentioned that I am not your dad which triggered you, I don’t blame you why it did, but it trigger you, but you hit my shoulder. It wasn’t even a big deal, but you were very angry, well someone sold it to TMZ, your name is on the blogs and everything, but I dealt with it, I said it was just a playful thing. Robyn and I was just having fun, y’all are assuming things on my wife, she isn’t like what you are saying” Robyn shook her head “why does anyone want to honour me when I am like this, I am sorry Chris” she apologised, frowning at her “hey, don’t be sorry. Honestly it’s fine, it’s life. Things like this happen and I do not blame you or pointing fingers at you or at what happened so please don’t say sorry, I want this to be a learning curb and we can grow. I love you” I know she is stressed out “just let’s get Rylee and we can go to Barbados, and we will heal together ok?” Robyn came over to me and held me, wrapping my arms around her torso “I have so much going on, I just needed you” Robyn honestly needs me, and I feel it, I always thought she never needed me, but I am so needed by her.
Robyn fell asleep hugging me, like she just knocked out asleep. I didn’t expect it, but she did, she has been doing so much shit that she has tired herself out. I laid her down on the couch and put a blanker over her, this is the most silence I have got from her, I am happy she is asleep. I didn’t think at first she would have slept but she did, maybe she needed some comfort. TJ is calling me, I need to deal with Black Pyramid, I haven’t even told him that I am moving onto Fenty Corp, and I want him to take over pretty much “yo” I answered his call “don’t yo me nigga, just joking. I am in Cali with Deja, we are just doing some store spotting, try and open more stores and having some meetings, you want to meet?” I laughed lightly “nigga, I am sure you have seen the shit Robyn has been up too?” I am sure he has “uh yeah, I didn’t want to really bring it up with you” I chuckled “well I am still in Vegas, but we are going to Barbados, shit has been a mess for me. I do need to have a meeting with you about a lot, but my family comes first” TJ let out an oh “that is fine, I will wait bro. I hope she is good, when I saw the video I was like that ain’t Robyn but is she good?” pacing away from the where Robyn is sleeping “she is ok, I have really stressed her out TJ. I fucked up big time” I cringed saying it but it’s true “I was about to say, I can imagine how much that shit upset her. Has she forgiven you about it, Drake is a punk ass bitch” rolling my eyes “yeah, I just need to be here for my family, but I need to catch up with you on this business thing, I think this is something big for you. You may need to move, but we will discuss when we meet. I need to go; Rylee will be here soon and then we gone. Hold it down for me bro” they will be here soon so I want to go downstairs and see them “I will, speak soon” disconnecting the call.
Waiting in the lobby area for Mel and Rylee, she said that they have landed, and they are five minutes away. I am so excited to see my daughter, I can only imagine how stressed out she is thinking that her parents have left her when we haven’t, luckily she is at a age where she won’t remember this but I am going to change for them both, I have too. My smile grew seeing Mel with Rylee in the car seat, she has it covered. Getting up from the couch, she hasn’t seen me right now, but she will. Jogging a little towards her, she placed the seat down because that shit is heavy, so I don’t blame her “hey” I waved, Mel looked and turned around “oh there you are” I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I just hugged her “a hug?” she said confused, I chuckled “man, you have been there for me a lot thank you” moving back from the hug “is she asleep?” Mel nodded her head “yeah, she really enjoyed the car ride and fell asleep with her mother’s top on her. How is my friend?” Mel asked “she fell asleep, she is feeling awful right now. I don’t want to keep saying that she has done wrong, she is not looking forward to seeing Monica either” Mel laughed nervously “oh god, she is going crazy. When I said we are going to Vegas and Robyn doesn’t want to see you yet, she wasn’t happy so they are meeting us there” picking the car seat up “cool, as long as Monica can be supportive of Robyn. I understand she is concerned and wants the best, but she can be overbearing, you know?” walking off “very” I really don’t want to step in when it comes to Robyn and her mother, but I won’t have the disrespect.
Crouching down to the car seat, pulling back the blanket from the seat. Rylee is really asleep still and she is holding Robyn’ top, I didn’t think they was being serious but they are, she is missing Robyn so much but she is asleep, they both are “I want to scare her ass awake, laid out here like a damn angel” I chuckled, Mel is side eyeing her “she was acting a whole crazy ass person but I am glad you are here, I feel like she wouldn’t have stopped, I know my friend and she would have continued to escalate and not stop” walking slowly towards Mel “she is done with him Mel, she said she is mourning him so you know she is done and good on her, it’s about time she gets rid of him and just live, you know? We all saw it, even I did. He made out I was after her money, when all along it was him. He is bad, I don’t know why she asked for my dad too, I told him, and he said of course, I am unsure, but I asked my dad to take her out, I don’t know. A father, daughter thing” Mel cooed out “she will love that, she’s always wanted a father’s love, awww” Mel cooed out in awe “no, that has really made me emotional. I won’t say a word about it but that’s cute, oh yeah you are recording that video about Robyn was good of you. I think it put the water over the fire, even though you didn’t know if Robyn was going to do anything more you still did what you had to do for her, that was good of you” I smiled a lightly “I love her, every part of her. You know like you go through that moment in life, I did. I went through it in my marriage which yes was wrong, but I went through it and” shaking my head “nobody is Robyn, she is the best so yeah, I will do anything to make sure nobody talks shit about her. She needs to wake up though” placing my hands on my hips “she does but we can wait” we can, they are here now anyways.
I can’t stop smiling at my daughter, she is awake “you got your hair all nice, did auntie Mel do this for you” sitting on the floor with her “did Mel do that for you pookie, I missed you so much. I did, yes I did. Oh wow, you are sitting up like this now. You going to let momma top go or no?” she is just staring at me “don’t worry, I am here now” wiping the side of her mouth, she has just woke up, so she is a little taken aback “the love she has for Robyn, it really warms my heart. I don’t blame her, you know what, I say this to her. She is a great mother, but she doesn’t think it at all” she is holding onto Robyn’ top for dear life “huh” looking over at Robyn, she is awake “oh if it isn’t the crazy bitch” Mel said, Robyn shot up “oh my god” picking up Rylee from the floor “pookie is here, she comes with your damn top” turning to her, Robyn is sat up frozen with her hands over her mouth. Rylee’ is smiling that much her pacifier has come out “my baby” Robyn shot up from the couch, Rylee finally let the top go as she waved her arms about “oh my god, Rylee” Robyn took Rylee from me and held her close “she is home, she has missed you rabbit” seeing the happiness on my daughter’ face from seeing her mother really has made me happy “I am so sorry” Robyn sobbed out “I love you so much, I missed you so much” they have reunited and I couldn’t be happier.
My family reunited; this is what I want. Rylee is sat on Robyn’ lap and is playing with her pacifier “over it then?” Mel said “with the drama I caused in those days, I just. I am stupid but I had my husband with me, I just knew that my daughter would be in good care but I will never, never, never let you go” Robyn wrapped her arms around Rylee “bitch you are have been bad, what went on in your mind when you did what you did to poor Chris?” I chuckled “oh you know?” Robyn said not knowing I told her “Chris called me distressed, wow” Robyn looked over at me, I know she feels bad with the look on her face “I wanted to go out and he was refusing me to go so I was like I know how to do this; I know Chris falls asleep after sex. No matter what he does, so I knew if I fucked him he would fall asleep, so I did what I had to do, sorry” she apologised “that is savage though but are you ready to go Barbados, Robyn your mom is pissed. I think you need to just suck it up and accept what she will say to you, I think she was so upset you ignored her calls too, but I think you need to just say yes ok, sorry mom. It will be one of those” Robyn is going to get it in the neck with her mother, wait till we go Barbados but I will be there for her.
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A Golden Cage
Chapter 10 - A kiss
Book: The Royal Romance (AU)
This is the story of Emily, daughter of Drake and Riley. She is conflicted between her old friend Daniel and the crown Prince James, son of Liam and Olivia
Summary: Social Season is on. Emily is spending time with both James and Daniel. Who will win her heart?
Warnings: PG.
A/N: If you are reading this, I really want to know. Why are people not picking up on this story?
Word Count: 2053
Previous Chapters: Link to previous chapters can be found on the master list on my blog page.
Emily tried to bond with the other suitors on the short flight to Lythikos. She got the feeling that all most all of them had turned a bit hostile towards her. Monica later informed her that the hostility was because of the special attention she was getting from James. All of them thought that they were not getting a fair chance. Emily felt a sharp pain in her chest. James hadn’t replied back. She was missing him so much. And was not sure how she will be able to compose herself around him in front of all these people.
As soon as the plane landed, she turned off the airplane mode to check if James had replied. He still hadn't replied. She tried calling him, but he didn't pick up her call. She sighed and kept her phone in her purse.
She put on her jacket when she walked out of the plane. Lythikos was always covered in snow, even in summer. She was glad Daniel reminded her to keep the jacket with her in the cabin instead of packing it in the main luggage.
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After settling in the rooms, Emily got ready for the first event of the Social Season at Lythikos - The Ice skating at the frozen lake.
When she reached there, she saw James skating with Megan - the suitor from the France Royal Family. Well, skating was a very lenient term. They were tightly wrapped around each other, talking in either’s ear and laughing.
Emily froze in shock looking at James. He didn't even give her as much as a glance. She realized everyone was looking at her. She got evil smirks from the other suitors. She felt her face burning with humiliation. She walked to the refreshments and ordered a mug of hot chocolate. She sat down alone at a table holding the cup with both her hands, her eyes fixed on the vapors emitting from the beverage.
‘I hope you are enjoying the chocolate!’ she heard an unfamiliar deep voice and saw someone taking a seat next to her.
She turned her face annoyed at the intrusion, but her eyes opened wide when she realized who it was. Sitting next to her was a handsome man in his late twenties. Well built, sharp features, red hair, and green eyes - his looks were as unique as he was.
‘Wilbert Nevrakis!’ Emily face lit up seeing him.
‘Call me Will’ he smiled.
‘Emily Walker’ she held her hand out for a handshake.
‘Ofcourse I know you Emily.’ he said with a warm smile and a warmer handshake.
‘I was hoping to run into you! I have heard so much about you!’ she was completely star struck!
‘I hope you have heard good things.’ he chuckled.
‘Ofcourse! My brother Jackson, he speaks so highly of you! You have made people aware of LGBTQ rights in Cordonia. You have single-handedly fought and won the case to decriminalize homosexuality! You are a national hero!’
‘Wow! What an introduction! I am going to call you to introduce me to my rallies from now on!’ he chuckled.
‘Sure! I would be honored!’
‘So how come you are sitting here alone? instead of skating with others?’ he asked her.
‘Well, I don't like skating’ she lied.
‘That’s a pity. I was hoping that you would join me.’
‘Well, I wouldn't mind.’ Emily raised her mug of chocolate, ‘I hope you don't mind if I finish this first.’
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Soon Emily and Will were skating with the other suitors and nobles at the lake. Emily was feeling much at ease with Will by her side. But she still couldn't help herself noticing James every once in a while. It was hurting her that he was completely ignoring her. With a forceful effort, she brought her attention to Will.‘Will, I had always wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind.’ she said skating by his side.‘Sure, I am an open book.’‘I know that your family had disowned you when you came out. How did you survive that?’He smiled and said,’ Well, I was about your age when I gathered the courage to come out to my parents. I knew they would need time digesting the fact that their son was homosexual. But I had no idea they would disown me!’ he laughed, a ring of pain clear in his voice.‘Well, I had a choice: either marry a girl that matches our status or move out. So I decided to move out.’‘That would have been hard!’‘More than I had imagined. I crashed at some friends place for a few months, but I was not able to land a job. My father had made sure of that.’ he forced a smile.Emily looked at him in shock - imagining the pain he had gone through.’So what happened then?’‘I met Queen Olivia and asked for her help. She took me in, made me majordomo for her estate here. I worked hard and she soon promoted me.'
‘And you became Duke of Lythikos’ Emily finished his sentence.
‘Not really. Queen Olivia is the Duchess of Lythikos. I am just working on her behalf.’
After circling the lake twice, they decided to take a rest. Emily sat down at a bench near the lake to take off her skates. Will set down beside her.
‘Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?’ Will asked softly.
‘No.’ she said, she knew what he was going to ask. The same question everyone else had in their mind.
‘Anything happened between you and James? I had heard he was particularly fond of you.’
‘He is mad at me.’ she said.
‘Well, that makes two of us.’ he said.
‘Why is he mad at you?’
‘Well, I am not sure if mad is the right word, more like he detests me. I actually am planning for an alternate career. He will probably fire me the moment he will be crowned a King.’
‘but why?’
‘Iiiiii aaaaaam not suuuure. Maybe because I am gay.’ he shrugged. This made Emily uneasy. Could this be true? Could James be this shallow?‘Hey, I have to run now. Have to prepare for tomorrow’s waltz.’ Will waved her goodbye. ---
After Will left, Emily retired to her room. She had no strength left to face the other suitors. She decided it was best to relax for a while and focus on the next day. She was sure that soon James will come around and everyone will get their answers themselves.
The next day was the waltz. She decided she would just practice that. She started a traditional waltz melody on her phone and began practicing the steps as Samantha had told her. But her heart was not in it. She grabbed her phone and called Daniel.
‘Daniel, can you please come to my room. I need your help.’ she said when he picked up her call.
She didn't know that Daniel was talking to Kim at that time. Kim was really showing interest in him and he too liked her. After having dinner with the other security guards, they decided to take a walk in the snow. They were standing at a place from where the snow clad mountains were clearly visible. It was at this time when Emily called him asking him for help.
‘Ummmm…’ Daniel paused for a second looking at Kim,’ yeah sure. I will be there in a minute.’He disconnected the call and looked apologetically at Kim.‘I am sorry, but I need to go. I hope we can take this up some other time.’Kim smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.’I will hold you to that.’ she whispered in his ears.---‘Hey!’ Emily pulled Daniel in a warm embrace as he entered her room. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked gently rubbing her back.‘Now I am. I needed a hug.’ she smiled and pulled away.‘Are you and James ok? I noticed…’ But Emily cut him short,’ Its nothing. We just had some differences. He will come around’ she nodded. But Daniel felt as if she was saying this to herself than to him.Daniel studied her, she was not herself today. But he knew the reason. He didn't know how he could help her. But Emily shook her head, shaking the worries and went to turn on the waltz music on her phone.
‘I have to waltz tomorrow and I need to practice.’she said, ’Do you know how to waltz?’
Yes, I am an expert’ he smiled, happy to see her coming back to her jovial mood.
‘Really?’ she chimed.
‘Yeah..., ‘ he said with a mischevious grin, ‘we used to practice every day at the orphanage.’ he mocked the dance holding his hands up around an imaginary partner, swinging back and forth.
Emily rolled her eyes and hit his shoulder. ‘You are impossible!’ but she too laughed at his silly gesture.
‘I know the steps, I just need to practice.’ she said moving closer to him.
She took his right hand and placed it on her waist. She felt him getting tensed as his hand touched her gentle curves. ‘Just relax’ she said placing her left hand on his shoulder. She pulled his left hand up and placed her hand in his.
‘Okay now, just follow my lead.’ she said.
Softly mumbling each step as they danced, she rehearsed the steps of the waltz. ‘Box…Reverse… Spin…. Twirl’ she guided him at the same time, practicing the waltz for herself.
After a few minutes, they both were dancing in sync, just gliding effortlessly with the music.
‘Wow! You are very good at this!’ he said.
‘You are not a bad dancer yourself!’ she smiled.
Being this close to him, brought the memories flooding back to her. The memories of that afternoon in her room. She felt so safe around him, so free. Her hand moved from his hand to his heart. She placed her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat go faster. Daniel’s now empty hand moved involuntarily to her waist.
Daniel wanted to move away from her before he did something stupid he would regret, but he just couldn't get himself to move away from her. Not when all he could think about was her body pressed to his, her scent in his breath. His hand moved up to hold her hand resting above his heart.
Emily looked up to see him looking at her, with a longing in his eyes. She felt drawn to him, like an invisible force pulling her. She moved her lips closer to him. Her hand on his face, lips gently brushing against each other for a moment before she pressed her lips to his. She felt his lips trembling against hers. Daniel broke their kiss, in a sudden movement, before he could lose his control.
Emily looked him in his eyes, her hand on his jaw, fingers gently brushing his stubble. Daniel could see a desire rising in her eyes.
'I should leave, Emily.' he said taking a step back.
She wanted him to stay, not sure why. Her mouth opened to say something, but she couldn’t say it. She just nodded.
Daniel walked out of her room, not daring to look back. His heart thumping in his heart, threatening to jump out of his chest.
Emily flopped in her bed, thinking about what she just did. She always had this attraction towards Daniel. Maybe since that afternoon, or maybe even before that. She was never able to understand her own feelings for him. She always cared for him. She thought it was because he was her friend. But then why she felt a magnetic, intoxicating pull towards him today.
Her fingers brushed her lips. When she kissed him, it excited her and calmed her at the same time. The way he made her feel, no one else could. Not even James.
But he didn't kiss me back. A thought crept in her head. What if he doesn't feel the same way about me? Did I just ruin the friendship we shared? She buried her face in her hands.
I am here to become a Princess. I am here for James. She paced her room. I should focus on getting him back.
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