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didn’t take much to get her going. Fixing her dress, she waited for him to get out of the car. He paid the cab driver, and then walked with her up the stairs and into the main building. As they passed her neighbors, she spied a man standing up the hall. He looked a lot like Charles, even dressed similarly. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses.
She froze in her step, almost making Stephan bump into her. “Shit.” she hissed. Straining her eyes she looked at the male with his head bent to his phone. He hadn’t seen her yet. It was Charles. He sported the same colored watch on his wrist that he usually wore. A flood of emotions washed over her, making her question the male that was with her. She couldn’t get over the fact that she wanted Charles more than anything. She wanted his smile directed towards her, and his hand to gingerly caressing her. She wanted his sex, and the passionate kisses he had once rained down upon her. But another emotion blocked the need within her. It was so hard for her to focus after having drunk so much. She couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted to do. All she knew was, Stephan was in the way of her happiness at the moment.
Charles had brought her flowers. She couldn’t stop staring at them. Turning to Stephan, she suddenly didn’t want him anymore. She looked into his smoky dark eyes, which were now glazed over from the strong liquor. “Stephan,” she managed to whisper.
He inclined his ear, reaching out to touch her lips with his finger. She smacked it away, suddenly turned off by him. What was she thinking? “I don’t feel well.” She lied, hugging her stomach as if she were going to puke.
He grimaced. “Are you okay?” He appeared genuinely concerned.
Nodding in the middle of the act, she requested. “I’ll call you later. I think I drank too much. I need to lie down.”
He didn’t seem to like that. “I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.” He reminded her. He stared down at her half exposed cleavage, greed masking his expression.
“I know and I’m sorry.” she crinkled her forehead to accentuate the lie. “But I don’t feel well enough tonight. I’ll call you.” Forcing a smile she looked over her shoulder instantly to see if Charles was looking. He wasn’t yet. Thank goodness!
Stephan’s entire countenance changed on the turn of a dime. “I don’t fucking think so.” He scowled, advancing towards her menacingly.
The hallway was lowly lit at this time of night so it didn’t matter what went on. No one would care. This was New York, anyways. Everyone managed to mind their own business unless there were gunshots. And any bullet holes that ever scarred the cream colored walls were quickly caulked over and freshly painted.
Reaching out a hand to grab her wrist, she winced from the pain of his grip. “Let go of me.” She protested, struggling to pull back from his iron hold.
“She said let her go.” Familiar honey tones permeated the void. They were dauntingly stern.
Amber peered up at Stephan, her heart eradicating in her chest. His aggressive stance didn’t change.
He spat. “Nobody asked you gringo, so move along and mind your own business.”
“I’m already involved. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Charles crossed his arms. He firmly planted his feet, standing tall and strong.
Stephan reached a hand to his back pocket and produced a small switchblade, pointing it threateningly towards Charles, he play-stabbed the air. “I said move along.”
Amber’s stomach began to twist when the steel glint came into view. Who the hell did she bring home with her, a Spanish Guerrilla? Out of all the stupid decisions she had made in her life, this perhaps was the worst.
Looking Stephan in the eyes, she begged him softly. “Don’t do this. Just let me go and you can go home. We can forget about this.” Her entire body shook and trembled beneath his grip.
She froze in her step, almost making Stephan bump into her. “Shit.” she hissed. Straining her eyes she looked at the male with his head bent to his phone. He hadn’t seen her yet. It was Charles. He sported the same colored watch on his wrist that he usually wore. A flood of emotions washed over her, making her question the male that was with her. She couldn’t get over the fact that she wanted Charles more than anything. She wanted his smile directed towards her, and his hand to gingerly caressing her. She wanted his sex, and the passionate kisses he had once rained down upon her. But another emotion blocked the need within her. It was so hard for her to focus after having drunk so much. She couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted to do. All she knew was, Stephan was in the way of her happiness at the moment.
Charles had brought her flowers. She couldn’t stop staring at them. Turning to Stephan, she suddenly didn’t want him anymore. She looked into his smoky dark eyes, which were now glazed over from the strong liquor. “Stephan,” she managed to whisper.
He inclined his ear, reaching out to touch her lips with his finger. She smacked it away, suddenly turned off by him. What was she thinking? “I don’t feel well.” She lied, hugging her stomach as if she were going to puke.
He grimaced. “Are you okay?” He appeared genuinely concerned.
Nodding in the middle of the act, she requested. “I’ll call you later. I think I drank too much. I need to lie down.”
He didn’t seem to like that. “I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.” He reminded her. He stared down at her half exposed cleavage, greed masking his expression.
“I know and I’m sorry.” she crinkled her forehead to accentuate the lie. “But I don’t feel well enough tonight. I’ll call you.” Forcing a smile she looked over her shoulder instantly to see if Charles was looking. He wasn’t yet. Thank goodness!
Stephan’s entire countenance changed on the turn of a dime. “I don’t fucking think so.” He scowled, advancing towards her menacingly.
The hallway was lowly lit at this time of night so it didn’t matter what went on. No one would care. This was New York, anyways. Everyone managed to mind their own business unless there were gunshots. And any bullet holes that ever scarred the cream colored walls were quickly caulked over and freshly painted.
Reaching out a hand to grab her wrist, she winced from the pain of his grip. “Let go of me.” She protested, struggling to pull back from his iron hold.
“She said let her go.” Familiar honey tones permeated the void. They were dauntingly stern.
Amber peered up at Stephan, her heart eradicating in her chest. His aggressive stance didn’t change.
He spat. “Nobody asked you gringo, so move along and mind your own business.”
“I’m already involved. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Charles crossed his arms. He firmly planted his feet, standing tall and strong.
Stephan reached a hand to his back pocket and produced a small switchblade, pointing it threateningly towards Charles, he play-stabbed the air. “I said move along.”
Amber’s stomach began to twist when the steel glint came into view. Who the hell did she bring home with her, a Spanish Guerrilla? Out of all the stupid decisions she had made in her life, this perhaps was the worst.
Looking Stephan in the eyes, she begged him softly. “Don’t do this. Just let me go and you can go home. We can forget about this.” Her entire body shook and trembled beneath his grip.
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