enter into a room filled with red lights. It’s huge. There’s a living room with a small sectional couch and TV. In the next room, the wall is made of glass, showing off a personal heart-shaped pool. We venture into a small closet area which turns out to be a sauna. There’s a small massage table to the left of that and a bathroom. Her eyes light up with each thing she sees, but all that runs through my head is using it all. We walk up the stairs to the bedroom—mirrors line the walls and ceiling. There’s a round bed in the corner, draped with a purple bed set. She walks over to a small opening, leading to the giant champagne Jacuzzi tub for two. “I don’t know about you, but I could live here.” She laughs, playfully lying in the glass with no water. “Oh my god, there’s mirrors so you can watch yourself! And stars over the top of this!” She is rolling down laughing as she looks around.
I can’t help but laugh with her. I’ve never seen her so happy. I hope she stays like this the whole time. She still hasn’t mentioned much about the shit with Jake or her car. She’s holding it in, and as long as she is, the worse the breakdown will be. She gets really quiet as if she has fallen asleep, so I peek in on her. I get a dazed smile from her and then she says she’s hungry again.
“Why don’t you go get freshened up, and I will go get our luggage? When we are done, we can go take a look around the place and have a romantic dinner.” She comes out of the shower, looking breathtaking. In this moment I feel completely different; she’s changed me in so many good ways. I no longer feel like that heartbroken boy who lost his family. That guy who sat back and watched innocent girls be hurt in the most inhuman ways. She makes me happy. She makes me forget.
The way her black, long-sleeved dress shows off bits and pieces of skin through the lace, her long hair pulled up into a messy, yet classy clip… I don’t want to leave the room. I want to rip it off her and devour her until she begs me to stop. I hold my excitement back, for her sake, at least until after dinner.
“You look absolutely stunning, you wear that dress well,” I say, holding my hand out for her to take. Bashfully taking my hand, we go downstairs and off to explore. We walk pass the heart-shaped pool, a couple making out by a small fire pit, and into a small bar/restaurant. She isn’t allowed to drink but a small glass of red wine every now and again, so she can have one tonight with dinner. A male waiter shows us to our seats and we jump right in and order our food before he gets the chance to walk away. He says it will take about thirty minutes and that we can enjoy our time in the arcade, pool tables, or darts.
“Do you play pool?” she asks hopeful, pointing in the direction of the tables. I have played when I was in college but haven’t in a really long time. I doubt I’ll be any good at it.
“I have, how about you?” I already know the answer to that question, but to make chit-chat I ask anyway.
“I am actually pretty kick-ass if you think you can take me on.” She winks, going over to the table to pick out her pool stick.
“How about a wager? You win you get to pick whatever you want. I win we eat and go back to the room so I can watch that dress fall to the floor in a pile at your feet,” I whisper in her ear. She goes flush on the spot, and I think she might lose on purpose.
“You’re on, Doctor Sexy. Show me what you got.” I run my fingers along the pool sticks, finding the right one.” I place the pool balls in the rack on the table, shuffling them up in order.
“You wanna break, bad ass, or should I?” I say, lining the white ball to the end of the triangle.
She lines up her stick. Leaning over, she closes one eye and makes the break. The balls scatter across the red velvet, the first ball to fall in a pocket is solid. She calls it, and we start a very seductive game of pool. I try to
I can’t help but laugh with her. I’ve never seen her so happy. I hope she stays like this the whole time. She still hasn’t mentioned much about the shit with Jake or her car. She’s holding it in, and as long as she is, the worse the breakdown will be. She gets really quiet as if she has fallen asleep, so I peek in on her. I get a dazed smile from her and then she says she’s hungry again.
“Why don’t you go get freshened up, and I will go get our luggage? When we are done, we can go take a look around the place and have a romantic dinner.” She comes out of the shower, looking breathtaking. In this moment I feel completely different; she’s changed me in so many good ways. I no longer feel like that heartbroken boy who lost his family. That guy who sat back and watched innocent girls be hurt in the most inhuman ways. She makes me happy. She makes me forget.
The way her black, long-sleeved dress shows off bits and pieces of skin through the lace, her long hair pulled up into a messy, yet classy clip… I don’t want to leave the room. I want to rip it off her and devour her until she begs me to stop. I hold my excitement back, for her sake, at least until after dinner.
“You look absolutely stunning, you wear that dress well,” I say, holding my hand out for her to take. Bashfully taking my hand, we go downstairs and off to explore. We walk pass the heart-shaped pool, a couple making out by a small fire pit, and into a small bar/restaurant. She isn’t allowed to drink but a small glass of red wine every now and again, so she can have one tonight with dinner. A male waiter shows us to our seats and we jump right in and order our food before he gets the chance to walk away. He says it will take about thirty minutes and that we can enjoy our time in the arcade, pool tables, or darts.
“Do you play pool?” she asks hopeful, pointing in the direction of the tables. I have played when I was in college but haven’t in a really long time. I doubt I’ll be any good at it.
“I have, how about you?” I already know the answer to that question, but to make chit-chat I ask anyway.
“I am actually pretty kick-ass if you think you can take me on.” She winks, going over to the table to pick out her pool stick.
“How about a wager? You win you get to pick whatever you want. I win we eat and go back to the room so I can watch that dress fall to the floor in a pile at your feet,” I whisper in her ear. She goes flush on the spot, and I think she might lose on purpose.
“You’re on, Doctor Sexy. Show me what you got.” I run my fingers along the pool sticks, finding the right one.” I place the pool balls in the rack on the table, shuffling them up in order.
“You wanna break, bad ass, or should I?” I say, lining the white ball to the end of the triangle.
She lines up her stick. Leaning over, she closes one eye and makes the break. The balls scatter across the red velvet, the first ball to fall in a pocket is solid. She calls it, and we start a very seductive game of pool. I try to
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