𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒙

Citrus. That’s what I smelt when I placed my face against her neck. Sweet, tangy citrus.

The more I smelt the more I became more aware of my surroundings. I became more aware of who was currently in my arms. My grip tightened on her skirts as I took one last breath of her scent in, growling lowly “Adelola..” I felt her shiver, her head turning to look back at me.

Those eyes. Those beautiful golden big eyes that stared back at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A small sweet smile graced her face “Yes, Connie?”

And then somehow, I become even more aware. She isn’t mine. She’s Necos’. I clenched my jaw at the realization. She isn’t Constantine’s. She isn’t mine. She belongs to Necos.

“Come back to my room with me, Lola.” The words left my lips before I could stop them. My brain told me to stop, to not go further with this. But the way her eyes shifted into something more intoxicating kept me put.

Her delicate fingers snaked up to my face as she laughed airly. “You want me to go back to your room with you?”

I nodded, my face set in determination “Yes.”

She hummed lightly, tapping my cheek as she went into deep thought. “What about your boss?”

I scowled “My boss?”

Adelola studied my face, a sly grin forming on hers. She leaned forward, leaving a few inches between our faces, her voice dropping to a whisper “Necos, Connie. What about him?”

My scowl deepened. I tightened my grip on her, as if letting her go would have Necos swinging around the corner to snatch her up. “To hell with him.”

I must have said the right thing because the next thing I knew I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the entrance of the building. I watched her back as she moved, storing away each away of her hip and the bounciness of her curls in the back of my mind.

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Hmmmmmmm alright! TW: mentions of abuse and child marriage.

Let’s see…

| For Garbage: I’ll use Alaia ( Usually with these questions I would use Mariya-). Some baggage this woman carries is having to deal with the consequences of her forced Childs marriage. Her two kids. Despite the fact that she loves them, every time she looks at them they only remind her of the abuse she went through. Abuse of all kinds before she ran away.

|For Gunk: Bernadette is somewhat evil in a sense. Known as Medusa, she is quite ruthless in the way she goes about killing, and tends to take pride in what she does. But farther in the book it is shown she is more of an anti hero than a villain. Others do see her as a villain though