cosmic love.

Those great whites, they have big teeth. Oh, they bite y o u. Thought you said that you would [ always ] be in love. But you're not in love no more. Did it frighten you? How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?

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BRADLEY.

While waiting for Lily to make up her mind, Bradley decided to eat another donut. In his book, it was better to add more calories into his body rather than him staring at the girl. He constantly had to remind himself that she was off limits. She wasn’t someone he should be dallying with, and that she was his brother’s ex. No matter how fucked up his relationship with his brother was, there was just some lines he refused to cross—not that the mane deserved the courtesy. Still, family gatherings would be a lot less awkward if there wasn’t any added animosity between the two of them. He had just polished off his donut when she spoke up. Wiping the crumbs from his fingers with a napkin, he smiled at her and said, “Affordability is definitely a necessity. But you still have to make up your mind about the color. If I were you, I’d go with the red one. It would suit you better.” He didn’t want to add that red would look sexy on her because that just sounded like he was trying to hit on her, and that was definitely not what he was trying to do—or so he kept convincing himself.

She wasn’t actually sure if her choice was a good one. She never really cared about cars - heck, she knew nothing about them - and the only reason that she agreed to do this was because she wanted to see Bradley again. She knew it was a different thought from him, he was just here because he offered help to her. Not that he actually had some sort of feelings from her. Hopefully, this would be their last meeting or maybe after he fixed the car. But she knew she wouldn’t let it get that far, if that happened, she didn’t want to risk falling for the man, it was a mistake to have connived with him, and further a mistake to fall for him. His comment made her look back again at her choice, her head obviously not into as she nodded, agreeing with him. “It does, I guess. And I do like the color. Do you think you’d have to fix this?” She asked, hoping he wouldn’t.

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MARIA.

There really shouldn’t be a reason for this conversation. Maria didn’t like the guy. Hell, she didn’t even know his name. How Bryce thought that her going on a date with that man was a good idea was beyond her. It grated her nerves somehow, especially when she started laughing. Her eyes narrowed into slits, lips pursed as she stared daggers at him. Luckily, he didn’t push his luck and even admitted to teasing her. “You might have scared off all the men in that room.” She responded with a huff. “What made you so sure that things were going to end well with us? What if I never want to see you again, what would you do then?” She wasn’t actually trying to be mean, it just interest her for some reason. He’d always been so confident and she didn’t know why he was that way especially after he’d explicitly told her that he didn’t want her anymore. “You’re lucky that I’m willing to forgive you…” She added as the corner of her mouth kick up to form a small smile. 

Bryce ever wondered if she had decided to move on from him. Like if she ever thought of trying to forget about him when she accepted the offer the guy. Or if she really just accepted the other guy’s offer to spite him, just to show him she had moved on. But that action bothered him for a bit causing him to tease her regarding it, hoping that it wasn’t really her intention to date that guy. But her response made him feel better regarding it, the fact that she isn’t going out with him made him feel comforted that she was still his. He had to release a laugh when her comment made it into his ears, “I’m glad that’s been established, at least now I know I can scare people.” He joked, people usually aren’t scared of him, he was more of a brother than anything else. Her question made him pout in thought, thinking about what he would do. He seriously never have thought of it, he didn’t think of going as far talking to her honestly. “Well, uhm, I might tried my best to persuade you. If not, probably give you some time to think while making it known I wanted you back.” He replied. “You’ll always forgive me, love.” He replied, cheekily, giving the other a peck on her lips.

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DAMIEN.

“Fuck… You feel so good.” Damien let out a groan once he was seated inside her. The feeling was so familiar and yet so strange at the same time. He could only attribute it to their separation, after all, it had almost been two years since the last time he was intimate with her. Nonetheless, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be one with Colleen again. It felt like being home, like he was born to be with her. He’d always known that she was his endgame, the person he was supposed to be with, and having been given a second chance to fulfill that destiny was a feeling that could only be described as joyous. He hadn’t been given much of a chance to explore her body before she flipped him onto his back and took the reins back once more. His mouth went dry as he stared up at her. She looked exactly like her title, a queen, and rightly so with the way she was taking charge. “Yes. Don’t stop.” He urged her on, placing his hands on her hips and shifting his hips up as she slammed down on him to maximize the pleasure. 

Colleen hummed in pleasure at his comment, she had resisted moaning as she was doing most of the work for the mean time. She had rested her hand on the pillow where Damien was lying down onto, her face facing towards him, her hair falling down straight to his face. She slowly bounced up and down, feeling him inside of her, hitting her core. She released a gasp when he shifted his hips up. his tip hitting her core unexpectedly. She bit her lips in response, pleasure filling her once more as she sped up her thrusts. As soon as she sped herself up, she had to grip the sheets, her head throwing themselves back in pleasure, moans finally being escaped. “God, you’re so good.” She commented, a little chuckle escaping from her lips, “I missed us.” She let out, looking at him lovingly.

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CLARISSA.

Clarissa didn’t know why, but she had a really good feeling about her new client. It could have been attributed to the good day she was having, along with all the good news that she’d received. And she could definitely thank the man who’d help to make that happen. Unfortunately, she would never see him again, which was just as well, she didn’t even know his first name and for all she knew, he might have already forgotten about her. Somehow, the thought dampen her mood a little, but as soon as she heard the door opening, she brightened her smile. Her fake cheerfulness didn’t last, in fact, surprise took it’s place. Standing before her was the client that she thought she would never see again, and for some odd reason, he knew her first name. A frown formed and a million questions fell out of her lips as she stepped into the room. “How?-” she sputtered before recovering a few seconds later, “How did you know my name, and I thought I was meeting someone named John?” 

The male wondered if she would stick around for the bullshit he was supposed to unleash - bullshit meaning him just asking her how she is. He wasn’t even here to pay her at all, he just wanted to ask about how she is and if she ever called on his contacts, even if he knew that she did. But then he thought that was a stupid thing to ask so he wasn’t really sure about his intentions now. He just wanted to see her and it was something he didn’t want to admit out loud. He smirked at the sight of her reaction, maybe it was also because he knew her first name. She might’ve assumed that she wouldn’t be able to see him again and he would’ve thought the same until one of his friends had called him and talked about her. “I guess, you could’ve thought of it before telling my friends your name.” He commented, a cheeky laugh escaping his lips. “Come in.” He said, opening the door wider and moved aside of her.

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CLARISSA.

Clarissa was already on her way out when she heard his remark. Knowing that he was right, she spun around and nodded in his direction, her only remark being, “okay,” as she went back to wait on the sofa. He’d already left her side—thankfully—leaving her to wait on her own. When the taxi arrived, she left without a second glance back, grateful that she never had to see the man ever again. 

TIME SKIP

A week has passed since her encounter with the unlikely nice client of hers. In that time, she’d already made contact with the people from the list of contacts that he had given her. They were all very helpful, but even with all that help, she still had to save up before she could open her very own Art Gallery. Which brought her to a five star hotel, on the way to meet her client for tonight. She wasn’t given much info, only that he requested her company at eight-thirty tonight, and to meet him at the room of said hotel. Not thinking too much of it, she dressed appropriately, wearing a black tight fitting dress that showcased her bust, yet modest enough where the skirt feel down to her knees. Her blonde waves were left down and she hadn’t worn much makeup, except for some red lipstick. As she knocked on the door, a bright smile was plastered on her face and she wondered what her newest client was going to be like. 

The male had just landed back to his home country after coming from Maldives. He didn’t go there just for vacation but he was able to capture the scenery that would be one of his subjects in his next gallery. As he was on his flight home, he did remember the blonde girl that had made him feel something else before he left. Her sudden exit was way too awkward for him, like she was trying her best to get away from him. He decided to call and ask for a meeting with her with a pseudonym so she wouldn’t have a reason to say no to his request. He honestly didn’t want to do anything with her right now but if it comes down to it, he wouldn’t say no either. He wanted to ask if she was doing well with the contacts he had given her, just so he knows that he didn’t waste his time providing the other with a good deed. He was now sitting on the hotel room he had provided for the both of them - for him, if it doesn’t get too far - while waiting for the female to arrive. When the door was disturbed of its silence by her knock, he strode slowly towards the door and opened it, giving the familiar blonde a smirk that she knows would be the smirk he wore all the time. “Well, if it isn’t Ms. Vivian. Or Clarissa. Whichever.” He commented, a chuckle going out from his lips. “Come in, come in.”

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BRADLEY.

Bradley lowered his head and focused on the ads then. He didn’t want to have to think about how similar he was with Lily. Their jobs might as well be interrelated, among all the other things they had in common. No, this was just a coincidence. Besides, he’d already promised himself that he wouldn’t get attached to her. No matter what, she was once with his brother, if something were to happen between them, things could get really awkward during family gatherings—not that he gave two shits about what his brother thought. The guy was a douche bag. He’d discarded Lily like yesterday’s newspaper, and she didn’t deserve that. Speaking of newspapers, he’d began circling the ads that caught his attention while Lily went to get more donuts. There wasn’t many that caught his eyes, but at least there were some. He was drumming his pen against the table when she came back. His gaze met hers once more, a smile playing on his lips. “Alright, I have a few that I’ve circled. They’re all in pretty decent condition, but the rest is up to you. I mean, you’re going to have to want to drive the car before you buy it, right? We can’t just buy you any ole car.” He then pushed the paper in her direction, “Here, take a look at them and I can help you make a decision. Thankfully for us, all of them have pictures.”   

She took her time heading towards the kitchen to make sure the male had enough time to look around and at the same time to avoid the growing need of being close to him. She tried to make sure there was distance between them to avoid any feelings that may arise during their car hunting. For her, it wasn’t too awkward if they did get together - her parents never really knew about his brother, she had felt it wasn’t worth meeting him anyways. So, if they ever did get together, it wouldn’t feel awkward at all. She was more scared at what people will think about her - whoring two brothers is not something she wanted to be known for. It’s not that her relationship with his brother was extremely public, only her close friends knew, and that what scared her the most. The female had also told her self that she should avoid getting boyfriends for the mean time, her past experience weren’t exactly the best to go through and she felt like not dealing with those shit anymore. But she got the feeling Bradley was different from all of them but she still restricted herself nonetheless. She got back with two donuts each on their plate as to decrease her travel time towards the kitchen. She placed the plate down on the table and got the newspaper he handed her, giving the paper a gaze before feeling already overwhelmed with all the information she didn’t understand. So, she decided to go for the one that appealed to her the most, “Well, I think I like the blue one? Or the red one. Either one looks nice. And I can afford it!” She said lamely, unsure whether her decision was the right one.

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MARIA.

Maria yearned for the taste of Bryce’s lips, so much so that she was tempted to take the kiss from him. Even with the thought running through her mind, she was patient. She wanted him to be the one to kiss her this time and she knew that he would. Her eyes rolled when she heard his comment, but before she could make a response, he’d close the distance between them, cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. As per usual, her heart fluttered rapidly and her lids shut on its own accord. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to move him closer, but before they could get carried away, he’d drawn back. Her breath came in at a rapid pace and her heart thundered with the same rhythm. All thoughts of the kiss was soon forgotten and now it was her turn to roll her eyes. “I don’t need your permission to do anything, Bryce. I’m not going on a date with him. Why should I? It’s not like we’ve finalized the plans. And I’m sure that he wouldn’t want to take me out now after what you’ve said to him.” She retorted, feeling a little agitated. “Can we not talk about that anymore? I’m not going out with him and that’s the end of it.” She continued, her brows creasing into a frown.

Maria returning the kiss was all the reassurance he needed to know that everything  was okay for the both of them now. He had missed the way she would wrap her arms around him whenever he gave her their coveted kisses. For him, it was home, something he looked forward to everyday when they barely saw each other because they were both in different countries. Her reply to his teasing made him chuckle just to light up the situation as her response was slightly serious - it seemed serious and he was honestly intimidated when she started to look serious. Sometimes his teasing were too much that she would get pissed with it so he took a lesson to not mess with her when she was being serious. “Okay, okay, fine, I’ll stop teasing you, babe.” He told her, nervous laughter escaping his lips. “Did I do a pretty good job waving him off? That’ll teach him to mess with me.” He commented, throwing a gaze at the general area where the party was.

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DAMIEN.

Damien found himself gripping the sheets as Colleen’s mouth took him. It had been too long since he’d felt this much pleasure and embarrassingly, he came close to the edge within a few seconds. His breath came in short spurts and his teeth were clenched tightly. White hot pleasure ran through his pleasure, his heart beating a mile a minute behind his rib cage. He had to focus on not blowing his load, thinking about anything other than what was happening at the moment. It seemed to be a near impossibility, especially when he felt the back of her throat hitting the tip of his cock. “Fuck…” He let out in a whimper as he opened his eyes to look down at the scene before him which he could only describe as sexy. If he thought that was all she was capable of, he was clearly wrong because although she had given him a reprieve by moving away from his cock, soon her tongue had found their way onto his balls. Her question had him, nodding his head rapidly, the urge to cum right then and there almost consuming him. Not wanting for it to end just yet, he pulled her up and positioned himself above her, between her thighs. “I can’t-” he groaned, lining his manhood along her folds, “-I need to be inside you.” With that, he pushed his way in, slowly enough as not to hurt her, but fast enough where he found himself buried inside her within seconds. 

Her mouth was all over his cock - tongue skating around his length and mouth slowly suckling his balls then his tip when he pulled her up, casually surprising her with how easy he was able to pull her up. His words had turned her on even more especially after feeling his tip on her folds, the female knowing what was to come next. She started to grip on the folds of the sheets as he pushed inside of her, a short gasp followed by a moan escaping her lips. It was such a long time to have felt him inside of her and for her it felt like home. It felt like his manhood inside of her completed her the way his presence did when they weren’t having sex. “Oh, God.” he had to let out or else she would release another moan - she would save that for later when their session gets more intense. She placed her hands on his shoulders to get better control of herself as she started to ride him. Her hips gyrating slowly to get the feel of his cock inside of her before she did anything fast and wild. “Do you like this, baby?” She asks, looking for confirmation before she did anything fast yet. Her fold casually clashing with his skin, adding a better sensation for her. But she didn’t wait for his response, she was hungry for his release and for her own. She started moving up and down a bit faster, her breasts bouncing as she did so, the tip of his length hitting her core making her moan as it did.

[kaz-isms]

DAMIEN.

By God, she was beautiful and he was finding it harder and harder to hold on to his sanity. Damien craved her, he wanted to kiss and suckle her skin, her breasts, the sensitive column of her neck and he wanted to eat her out again, giving her multiple releases before plunging into her tight center. Just the thought of doing all of that had him harder than he’d ever been before. That might be due to the fact that he hadn’t had sex is nearly two years. How he was able to resist temptation was beyond him especially seeing as he and Colleen had always been sexually active, yet even the most beautiful woman on earth couldn’t tempt him. His lust was hardwired to react to Colleen only. While they were apart, he wondered if he would ever be normal again. Now he knew that it wasn’t that he couldn’t be sexual, it was just he couldn’t be that way with anyone but the woman that he loved. He supposed he could have fallen in love with someone else during that time, yet he never allowed anyone to get too close to him, for his heart had already been given away and he could never get it back. An amused smile played along his features as he found himself on his back with Colleen on top of him. “Hmm… It seems like my Queen wants to take charge. I like that.” He teased and sucked in a deep breath. When he spoke, the mirth in his voice had been replaced with hoarseness. “Whatever you want, my love.” Those were the last words that left his lips before his eyes rolled up as she took his cock into her mouth.

“Queens always want to take charge.” She replied seductively, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hands stuck to his hips for support as she licked the hell out of his cock, teasing him even more. She knew that her tease would affect him greatly since they haven’t fucked for the longest of time. She had her smirk on as he looked at him while she ran the tip of her tongue on the tip of his length, her left hand stroking the rest of it. She didn’t know how long he would last until he would thrust himself into her mouth so before he did that, she did it for him, pushing the entire of him into her mouth, until the tip of his cock reached her throat. Their first few tries of her giving him a blowjob were a failure because she had a gag reflex. But later on, she learned to cope with it, just to give him the pleasure he needed just as he had always gave her the pleasure she needed. But the two years apart made her forget how to handle her gag reflex, slowly trying to suck on his dick while she fought the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes from the gag reflex. To let her throat feel better, she settled on stroking his cock for a bit as she kissed and suckled on his balls, waiting for her throat to feel better again. “Are you enjoying, my love?” She asked, making small talk while she wasn’t using the full capacity of her mouth. 

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MARIA.

The silly little banter that they were throwing around made her think of the time they first met and started flirting. At the time, Maria had already known of Bryce’s reputation and the last thing she wanted to be was another notch on his belt. She’d stayed away from him at first, but try as she might, the man simply wouldn’t let her be. It flattered her ego a little if she was being completely honest. She wasn’t daft, she knew that she was beautiful, but there was a way about him, the things that he said to her simply made her heart skip a beat and before long, she had fallen under his spell. They used to tease each other a lot and it took forever before they had their first kiss, even so, she wouldn’t have changed any of it. The kiss was perfect and from that moment on, they were inseparable because they had a mental connection before things became physical. “You’re not forcing anything, but if you don’t kiss me now, I might just end up screaming at you.” Realization hit and a chuckle left her lips when he brought up the date that she was supposed to go on. “Oh, that guy… I wasn’t really going to go out on a date with you, silly. I just wanted to piss you off. I guess it must have worked. But if you want me to go out with him, I guess I could do that. Do you want me to?” She joked.

When they first met, he actually thought she was incredibly vain girl who knew that fall head over heels with her wits and beauty. It was a surprise to him that she was the exact opposite of vain. To be quite honest, he was only interested in her because his expectations of her were his type before. Someone who’d probably won’t take their relationship seriously. It would’ve been fun. They would hang out, they would make out, they would fuck, and they would be done with it. But before all that, he was sucked in to her. He wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t extremely smart, in fact he was dumber than most princes out there. He tried to to cope with his intelligence with her, she was testing it most of the time. But the fact that she stuck with him even if he was clueless most of the time made him feel soft, like someone finally accepted him not for his looks but for his heart. She was the first girl that made him feel like a kid again - forgetting responsibilities and loving life itself. “Wow, even out of bed, I’d make you scream.” He bantered, a laugh escaping his lips. He shook his head afterwards, cupping her cheeks, and giving her a soft kiss on the lips that lasted for a while. But before it became a lustful, he broke it off, scared that he might go wild on her in a public place. “It would be rude to call it off, you know. I mean, I now know it was for show so I know you wouldn’t go running with him.” He said, laughing at her. “I’m just saying you have my permission to go without me getting all jealous. Its still your choice if you wanted to go.”

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CLARISSA.

“It’s the truth.” Clarissa said with a shrug of her shoulders, hoping that he would drop the matter. There was no way she could keep up lying to him, even if she’d become somewhat of an expert at it. It was just hard to lie, especially when his presence distracted her. Watching his bare chest alone was enough to keep her from forming coherent sentences. That could actually be a good thing, if it meant that she didn’t have to speak to him. Unfortunately for her, the man was nosy, there was no way he would be in her company and not end up talking to her. Why he seemed so interested in chatting with her was something of a mystery if she was being honest. It wasn’t like he’d paid her for her conversation—although, if he did suggest that, she wouldn’t mind it one bit. He was great to talk to, and he knew just what to say to make her laugh and put a smile on her face. How could she possibly deny him that? The problem here was her that she was too comfortable with him and she didn’t want to get attached, so keeping her distance was definitely something she had to do. “Thanks.” She offered him a small smile and sat down while he called her a cab. When he came back minutes later, she was twisting the ring on her middle finger. “Thank you.” She stood up then, meaning to wait for her ride outside. “I’ll just wait for it outside.”

Her final say made him stop nagging at her with it. It seemed like she had had enough on his persistence on the matter. He shrugged at the response as if to say if you say so. He did hope she stayed but whoever her friend was, he hoped more that it was a real meeting with her and not as an excuse to get away from him. But maybe then she was only doing that because she was being professional about this whole meeting. Coming here to fuck him, just like what they agreed upon and leaving when the deed was done. He wasn’t at all affected with the screw ‘em and go lifestyle but this time, it bothered him for a bit. He was unsure about why so it was better if he let her go. It didn’t matter anyways. Maybe she wasn’t the type to have a client who came back to her, he would actually get her services again if she so agreed but she wasn’t the type to. He had to admit that he liked her enough to keep coming back to her but that didn’t sound all too creepy if he mentioned it right off the bat so he kept his mouth shut about it and watched her move around his house before she left. “You can wait for him here. Muggers might hit you around if you’re outside. I’ll inform you when the cab is there.” He informed her, making his way into his bedroom and closing his door, hoping his absence would give her a sense of comfort with his presence.

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BRADLEY.

Bradley’s interest piqued right away, he didn’t think that Lily would choose graphic design as a career course, so he was rather surprised by the revelation. If he had to guess, he would wager that she was either in marketing or finance. Guess he would have lost that bet big time. “I gotta admit, I’m a bit surprised to hear that you’re a graphic designer. I wouldn’t peg you as someone who would take that route. I’m guessing that you’re good with art?” The question was rather redundant he realized once it left his mouth. Of course she would good, she wouldn’t choose to be a graphic designer otherwise. What kind of dumbass question was that anyway? He wanted to roll his eyes, but thought better of it because she might think that he was doing that for her sake, when in actuality, he merely wanted to do it for his own stupidity. What was it about him and acting like a fool around her? He shouldn’t be like that. It wasn’t like he was some hormonal teenager who was going on their first date. He was an adult damn it! And he never stumbled around the opposite sex, which was why all this was so perplexing. “I’m a computer programmer. People find it boring, but I don’t know…I kinda like what I do. It’s different, you know? And our hours vary. What I like about it is that I have to bring work home with me. I’m lazy like that.” He added a grin on top of the response. His gaze followed her movements as she went to retrieve what looked like a bunch of newspapers. “Damn, that’s a lot of ads to go through.” He teased as he took one from the pile. “Oh don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find you something. I’ll get you the best possible price. It’s always good to know the condition of the car and just so you know, people like to swindle women out of their money because most women don’t particularly look for defects. But fear not, I’ll make sure the transaction goes on smoothly.”  

His surprised on her career choice made her chuckle for a bit. Her parents had wanted her to be a doctor, any kind of it, but she was having none of it. He guessed right about being good with art. In high school, she used to be part of the artistic group even if she denied that she was better than an average student with art. If she was doctor, she bet she would’ve have met him or his brother, she would be working night and day and have no time for social life. “I guess, you could say I’m good. Well, I’m not good as I expect myself to be. I still have insecurities on how I do my art but other than that... I guess, I’m pretty...” she paused for a bit, looking for the word that she needed to describe her talent with art, “...decent.” It was an interesting choice of word, and she wondered how he would’ve reacted with it. She had finished her piece of donut and set down her plate to wait for him answer her question, then she can probably go get another piece for the both of them afterwards. She didn’t know what to expect regarding on what his job was. For all she knew, he could be anything. But he certainly wasn’t a doctor as he had mentioned about getting home and leaving work at work. She nodded at his revelation, interested enough regarding his career. What made him choose it? She was beyond that, it wasn’t something she expected him to be. She chuckled at his comment about himself, amused at it. “Well, our jobs are connected, I believe. We did take a small amount of programming lessons back in college but it was super basic, I already forgot most of it.” She explained, hoping she would remember something as to impress him. The female pouted at his comment about the ads, her expression quickly turning into a laugh after that. “That’s about right. And I don’t want to be victimized in that way.” She commented, chuckling regarding that. “Anyways, go on. Let’s see what you can offer me while I go grab another set of donuts.” She said, claiming his empty plate and made her way to the kitchen.

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DAMIEN.

The laughter that she emitted made his heart sing. Damien hadn’t heard Colleen really laugh in a long time and if an orgasm was all he needed to get it out of her, then he would gladly give it to her every time. He was once told that he was too taken by her, what they didn’t know was that, he was tethered to her, she was his soulmate, he truly believed that. The long separation had been hell, but it had only stamped the idea that they belonged to each other. In that time, not once was he tempted by another woman, thoughts of her consumed his mind. He was pathetic then, thankfully, he never had to go through that at again. Never again would he allow himself to be driven away from her. She was his and nothing could ever change that. He sucked in a breath as he felt her dainty hands stroking his cock, lust building once again. “Whatever you want, my darling.” Her request had him moving instantly. After turning off the water, he dried her up with a towel and did the same to himself before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the room. He laid her down gently there and joined her, this time, he was on top of her while their lips connected. After a few minutes of simply kissing, he drew back to look her in the eyes, “What do you want, Colleen. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” 

Colleen never knew before that the only man who could ever make her happy - sexually and just generally, was Damien, and only him. After he left, she had thought she would move on by the time her training was over. But the death of her parents made her heartache worse. She was prepared to mend it on her own. Move on and find the future king of Switzerland but it wasn’t the same if it wasn’t Damien by her side. They used to be childhood friends until they started to have feelings and started to grow curious of their bodies. Luckily, they were educated enough to know how babies were made. When she watched the wedding, she tried her best not to think about the consummation of it. Instead, she was able to focus on other things, such as her deeds and her responsibility to the country. She had to smirk when she had heard him gasp from her touch, knowing that her hands were building him up once more. He was swift to follow when she spoke: quickly turning off the shower and sweeping her off of her feet as he dried herself up using a towel. He clearly didn’t have to do it as it would ruin the moment. The queen couldn’t careless about wet sheets - they were going to wet it later anyways. When she was on the bed with him already, they kissed for a long and after that she had stared at him lovingly, glad that the man she loved was in front of her. When he spoke, she responded with a quick stroke, the female pushing him into bed as she went on top of him. “Hmm,” she let out, a shake of her head following, “I’m the one who’s going to serve you, love.” She said, her eyes looking at him seductively as she started to kiss his chest, stomach, her tongue slowly swirling on top of his cock.

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MARIA.

Maria could only shake her head at Bryce’s antics. For an adult, he sure loved playing childish games. But then again, she found him cute because of it. He made living fun. There was never a dull moment when she was with him. Before they met, she floated along, doing everything that was asked of her without much thought. It was all planned out. She would do her duties as a princess and one day, she would marry the prince of Germany. After she met Bryce, she found that her life had been dull before that. He’d made her smile, loved her for who she was and never once made her feel like she had to be someone that she wasn’t. She loved him all the more for accepting her despite all her flaws and their history. “If you want a kiss all you have to is ask, mi amor. Or you could just take it from me. It’s not like I’m going to slap you for it.” She threw out the challenged and laughed at how simple he saw things. “That’s what I thought too, but you know, the professionals think differently.” Now it was her turn to pout, he wasn’t even going to her a hint and expect her to know about a date? “You’re so mean to me… And what are you talking about a date? I know nothing about a date…” 

There was nothing else he’d do in life but to have fun. There are moments that Bryce would be serious but they were rare moments. People always saw Bryce with the big smile on his face - casually joking or safely making fun of people - that usually brightens the mood of other people. He used to be a playboy, that was the only time he became a selfish man. Disposing women when he was done with them, but nobody spoke up to him about it. It was as if they let him do it. Maria was a different case. He had to work hard for her. He had to prove to her he was serious. He wasn’t supposed to be but on the process of it, he just stumbled and fell hard for her. It annoyed the hell out of him first but right now, he was proud of it. Which is why it nearly destroyed him when she had to be shipped off to marry the prince of Germany. He liked the man alright but it just didn’t feel right. “Well, I don’t want the lady to feel forced at all!” He had said, chuckling at the statement, he knew full well that she wanted to kiss him as he did her too. He had to nod at her statement, professionals were grumpy when you do their jobs wrong. “The date... you know, that guy I shooed.” He reminded her, a brow raising at her in amusement, “You did tell him dinner was a good idea.”

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BRADLEY.

The donuts was a great distraction, with his mouth full, he didn’t feel quite so awkward. Bradley didn’t even understand why he was nervous around her. It wasn’t like he was dating her. They were just friends and he was here to help her pick out cars at her budget. There really was nothing for him to be nervous about. Still, just listening to her stumbling on her words a little helped to calm him a little. At least he wasn’t the only one who didn’t really know what to say. He had finished his first donut when she answered him. “No, I get it. You have a life. Weekends are better anyway. That way, we’re both off from work.” He said as if he wasn’t stressing about her not calling this past week. God, he was such a liar. “I never ask, but what do you for a living? It must be a demanding job if you’re working from home as well. At least with me, when I get home, I get to rest. My job is left at work.” He shook his head in answer at her latter question, “No, it’s fine. I’m usually up early anyway. By the way, do you have a list of your choices? We should probably start now if you want while we devour our donuts.” 

Lily wished she could sit beside him, but she let herself sit as far as possible with him. She might pounce on him again if she was ever too close to him and that wouldn’t be the correct gesture for a welcoming. She nibbled on her donut slowly, trying to keep her mouth busy as so she wouldn’t talk as much. Her voice was shaking already or she was stuttering which didn’t help the environment at all. He was here as a friend and nothing else. Maybe I shouldn’t have called him, she thought, trying to make herself feel guilty with her decision. Now whatever feelings she had for him were coming back and she had to remind herself that things will never go far with him. She had to smile at his response, he was very understanding of her circumstance and it was easy to trust his word about it. The female nodded with his statement, weekends were truly better to meet each other, that way there wasn’t work to do - or work to escape. “Oh, I work as a graphic designer. I mainly do promotional advertisements, sometimes I go as far creating webpages for people.” She explained, hoping the other would understand her words. “What about you? What’s your job? You must be very lucky to leave work on work hours.” She commented, a little bit jealous at his work. “Oh, right!” She exclaimed, standing up to get some newspapers form her side table, “I got this from my officemate. It’s a collection of newspapers from this week.” Then she blushed at the afterthought and spoke it, “Although, I have little knowledge about cars, so I might need your help in choosing.”

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CLARISSA.

Clarissa was nearly home free, or at least she thought she was. The plan was for him to call the cab and be on her way, but clearly the man wanted to give her a hard time. Damn him, why was he being so adamant anyway? They’d already had sex, he got what he wanted and now it was time for her to leave, and yet, he still wanted to tease her. He was so weird, but oddly, his teasing made him even more attractive. She mentally slapped herself for the thought and answered him, “Actually, I can’t remember her number. With speed dial, I don’t have to remember it. She knows I’m coming, so it’s not like I’ll be showing up unannounced. And don’t worry, I’ll just charge my phone at her house. I wouldn’t want to waste your time anyway.” She smiled, grateful that she had grown to be such an efficient liar. “So, can you call the cab for me now please?” She could only hope that he would stop questioning her and get to it. He was cute that was for sure, but she couldn’t get too close to him, that would just be weird.

The truth was that Jake was stalling her leaving. It was amusing to tease her, but he made sure that his teasing wouldn’t offend her in anyway. In fact, he actually regretted trying to suggest her about him taking her home where ever that was and inviting her to stay over just in case. If he didn’t mention that, they might’ve still been in his bed or he would’ve went for a second round. Or maybe the female would realize that she had to go home anyways - so whichever the situation was, he’ll end up where they are right now. He listened to her another made up explanation, the female trying her best to make it sound convincing. He had nodded at her as she continued to talk, his eyebrow still raised at how amused. “Hmm, okay, fine. If you say so, Vivian.” He let out, a chuckle following it up. “Sure give me a moment.” He said, clicking numbers on his phone as he wanted to get this over with. He knew that the female would feel more relieve if she was to be done with him already and the thought made his disappointed... just a little bit. He went away for a while, far from where she was so she could prepare herself while he talked to the cabbie, telling him his address and all. When the call ended, he had walked back to her general direction and said, “The cab’s on the way.”

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CLARISSA.

Shit, shit, shit! Why did she have to suggest that for? Now he really wanted her to call her friend. What the hell was she going to do now? She supposed, she could just call Rayne, but he wanted her to put her on the speaker, so she couldn’t possibly tell her friend to cover for her. Oh hell, this was not going to be good for her cover. She couldn’t let him know that she was lying though, so when she spoke up, she sounded more confident. “Fine, I’ll call here. Although I don’t even know why you feel the need to talk to her. You should really just take my work for it. But whatever, I’ll do what you want…” She dug through her bag for her cellphone then and cursed her luck for getting to it immediately. Of course, she would find it when she didn’t really need it. She let out a breath of relieve seeing that her phone had died—thankfully. “Oh no, looks like I can’t call her after all. My phone died.” She showed him the screen as proof and tucked it back into her purse. Phew, that was close… “Can you call me a cab?” She asked while she was still tucking her phone inside.

He had watched her as she thought about how to do this. An amused smile gracing his features, now he really knew that she was lying about meeting a friend. He had continued to watch her with her internal struggle while also waiting for her reply. He was surprised at her reply, wondering how she was going to pull off this grand act. Maybe she really did have someone to meet, but he was positive she was stalling and making things up. “Go on.” He urged on as she dug through her bag. “Entertain me please.” He added, trying to taunt her about it. He had leaned to the wall now that she had her phone, eyebrows raised. He had to roll his eyes when she told him her phone was dead, that was really convenient for her. She was lucky that time and even if her phone was on, he wouldn’t really let her call her friend. He just wanted to taunt her. “Maybe you should go and call your friend from my phone or better yet, charge your phone here. How are you gonna tell your friend you’re almost there or something?” He had added, trying his best to tease her. He wondered how she would respond to this.