The banking manager looked over the check before he slapped it down. âThis check is from 4 years ago. We typically donât cash anything over 180 days. Thereâs also the issue of who the account belongs to.â
Nyx bristled, adjusting her sitting position. âI see, I can-â
âBut, itâs up to the discretion of the manager.â
She forced herself to stop her squirming. âWell, then-â
He sat up, pulling his office phone closer. âIâm going to make a call, then weâll go from there.â
Nyx nodded, waiting patiently as he placed the call on speakerphone. The line rang as she thought about who heâd be trying to call. Maybe it was the branch manager to get his approval? That, or- Oh, fuck.
âWait, who are you calling? You donât need-â Nyx reached forward to end the call just as a voice answered.
Anastasia had only meant to attend Ed and Lorraineâs lecture with the purest of intentions. Well, as pure as she could be when sheâd known Lorraine on a much more intimate level years ago.
Cerulean blue eyes met hers and it was all over. She was pulled into Lorraineâs gravity with no hope of freeing herself.
Excerpt:
âAnt?â Lorraine shook her head at her own mistake, âAnastasia, is that you?â
Anastasia tensed at the nickname, goosebumps washing down her arms. Sheâd been all but resolute she would never hear it again; especially from that particular speaking voice.
âLorraine, hi. Itâs been-â
âItâs been 6 years.â Lorraine finished, fiddling with her wedding ring as she looked over Anastasiaâs outward appearance. âYou lookâŠâ Blue eyes locked with hers, an intensity causing a shiver to run down her spine. ââŠyou look well.â
Just a one shot I needed to get out of my head! Find the rest on Ao3 and I hope you all enjoy đ„°
The professor unexpectedly leaned to his left to bump Ed as they howled with laughter, Anastasia having no time to readjust her position. Blue fell onto her and swallowed her up, her body held captive in the older womanâs gaze.
Lorraineâs eyes widened as she clutched the cross at her neck, her lips parting in a silent prayer. The shock on Lorrainâs face reminded her of their first meeting at this very university:
Anastasia had been 21 years old in her junior year of college at the University of Maryland with a plan of studying for her Masters Degree with a focus on Engineering; a goal of working in Aerospace Technologies with NASA set in her mind. Sheâd been rushing around a corner and smacked directly into Lorraine as sheâd been leaving the library with several textbooks on religion. Lorraine, at that time already in her 30s, was working a dead-end job trying to figure out how to use her clairvoyance gifts in a more practical way.
âHeavens, I am deeply sorry. Are you alright?â Lorraine reached down to Anastasia as she looked up at the ethereal woman from her spot on the linoleum floor.
âI was rushing, my fault entirely.â She took the hand extended to her, a warmth filling her stomach.
A heavy gasp left Lorraine at their contact, her eyes set practically a million miles away. Anastasia watched deep blue eyes slowly come back into focus, the older woman fixing her shirt with a trembling hand.
âMay I ask your name, dear?â There was a desperation to Lorraineâs gaze, almost needing to know the information.
âAnastasia. You are?â
Lorraine glanced up at the ceiling, visibly overwhelmed by the woman in front of her. Her nervousness caused Anastasia to furrow her eyebrows, never having this effect on a woman. âIâm Lorraine Moran, itâs nice to meet you.â
Anastasia had offered a curt smile, her stomach sinking a notch lower as she moved to pass the woman and never see her again. The university was so large she was placing their meeting as happenstance.
Her wrist was grabbed gently, blue orbs flitting from each eye as if to convey her distress. âWait, IâŠâ Gold rings cooled Anastasiaâs skin, waiting for the woman to gather herself. âDo you prefer tea or coffee?â
Anastasia had only meant to attend Ed and Lorraineâs lecture with the purest of intentions. Well, as pure as she could be when sheâd known Lorraine on a much more intimate level years ago.
Cerulean eyes met hers and it was all over. She was pulled into Lorraineâs gravity with no hope of freeing herself.
Excerpt:
To Anastasiaâs horror, Lorraine excused herself from her husband, her steps directed toward the other woman. The gold belt buckle of Lorraineâs tailored pants caught the light as she walked with purpose, her gaze pushing up to the black and purple tuckedin blouse with ruffles near the top and what appeared to be a feminine tie.
As Lorraine grew closer, Anastasia began to regret ever leaving her house today. This wasnât what she had wanted. She knew a conversation would lead to long-buried feelings she hadnât wanted to resurface. Could she brush her off without seeming rude? Talk about the weather then say she needed to place a phone call?
âAnt?â Lorraine shook her head at her own mistake, âAnastasia, is that you?â
A/n: I hope you're all ready for this bumpy ride. I've been working on this for over a month now. Originally started it in the summer of last year, but ended up scraping it and picking it back up. I got carried away, and now we are here for a tragic five-parter. This is all done and mostly edited. Excuse any mistakes! đ Enjoy!
For the folks who want to do the fucking. â€ïž
Preview:
A torrid and tumultuous affair bloomsâsummer's heat. Loneliness looks to be filled with an assortment of pastimes. You never thought you would lose a game you were familiar with. Thinking you belonged. Thinking you had won. But you had lost, hadnât you?
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Youâre drawn out of your thoughts at the sound of approaching steps. You look out the passenger door. Your breath hitches at the sight that beholds you. Your pulse throbs at your throat. A raven-haired beauty, arms folded beneath her chest. Her face was as though chiselled by the Gods to perfection. The endless curves that left little to imagine.
Chest straining beneath her cream-coloured sleeveless polo, the zipper was brought down to show a bit of cleavage. More than a bit. Your mouth waters at the sight of her pleated skirt short enough to take in her creamy thighs. Uncharted waters beneath the hem of her skirt, you wished to explore.
You unbuckle yourself a little too quickly, pushing your door open as you set a foot out, scrambling with your words. âUhâ Hi? Ms. Dimitrescu? Iâm your instructorââ
A well-manicured hand is waved at you. âThe instructor. Yes. Obviously. Youâre early.â
Nyx Alandros had never seen a kilo of cocaine. Sheâd not felt the iron grip a hunk of white powder had over Miami. Her and her virgin nose were happy with knowing nothing about it. Blissfully ignorant, even. Alcina fucking Dimitrescu ruined that.
One could describe Nyxâs life as pedestrian - nothing to write home about. A 26-year-old woman living in Miami, Florida with courageous aspirations of becoming the proud owner of Alandros Business Accounting once her father, Paul, passed it down to her. Until then, she was happy going over the accounts behind closed doors, crunching the numbers and informing her father if they just didnât add up. She could even be labeled as their clientâs saving grace during tax season.
Chapter 21 is now up!
âOh Nyx, Iâm so sorry. I wish youâd believe me.â
Anastasia had only meant to attend Ed and Lorraineâs lecture with the purest of intentions. Well, as pure as she could be when sheâd known Lorraine on a much more intimate level years ago.
Cerulean blue eyes met hers and it was all over. She was pulled into Lorraineâs gravity with no hope of freeing herself.
Excerpt:
âAnt?â Lorraine shook her head at her own mistake, âAnastasia, is that you?â
Anastasia tensed at the nickname, goosebumps washing down her arms. Sheâd been all but resolute she would never hear it again; especially from that particular speaking voice.
âLorraine, hi. Itâs been-â
âItâs been 6 years.â Lorraine finished, fiddling with her wedding ring as she looked over Anastasiaâs outward appearance. âYou lookâŠâ Blue eyes locked with hers, an intensity causing a shiver to run down her spine. ââŠyou look well.â
Just a one shot I needed to get out of my head! Find the rest on Ao3 and I hope you all enjoy đ„°
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we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when youâre talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.
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