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IDWT$: Part One

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Stripper!OFC

Warnings: smut(will give warnings in part two), swearing, angst, fluff, talks of mental abuse

Summary: Raven arrives in Los Angeles with only a suitcase after running from her past with the dream of becoming a clinical psychologist for patients recovering from addictions. Solitarily steadfast on her path to success, she lands a job at a seedy strip club Bad Decisions.

A chance meeting with Bad Omens during their video shoot for The Death of Peace of Mind brings Raven one step closer to making her dream a reality. Unexpected feelings arise between her and the director/vocalist Noah. As she ascends to the top, she wonders if mixing business and pleasure is all worth it.

Authors Notes: well after nine months of writing it, here is part one! I realized it was easier to split the large one shot. Please enjoy! This is based off of the first manipulative day dream I had of Noah. I will tag anyone that wants to be tagged for part two! Not exactly sure when that will be but hopefully not too long!

Tags: @artificialbreezy @blueskylinesx

RAVEN

“You’re worthless. You’ll never amount to anything.”

“You look pathetic right now. Begging me to stay with you. Get a fucking grip.”

“You think I actually cared about you? Please, Raven, you were nothing more than a hole to fuck.”

I sat up in bed with a start, chest heaving with each deep breath, doing my best to center myself again. My eyes darted around the dark space encased around me, the familiar scent of my outlet freshener and the variety of colors from my plants on the stand in front of the large window told me what I desperately needed to know.

I was in my loft apartment. In Los Angeles. Away from him and safe from his lash.

Running a shaking hand through my hair, I tossed off the thick olive green comforter and let my feet drop to the aged hardwood floor to drag myself over to the kitchen. My throat felt dry and constricted, my sobs being cut off by the phantom feeling of his fingers around my throat. It had been a long while since I found myself back in that place but now, almost a year later in my new life, the old one started to creep its way around me like a snake, sinking its fangs in deep.

Nearly choking on the water as it ran down my throat, little droplets dripping off my chin, I set the cup on the counter and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had been better about not letting what I went through debilitate me in starting my new life but with the text I received earlier from an unknown number, all of the walls I spent so long building began to crumble.

I miss you. Come home.

Home? I chuckled darkly at that word. Our home was a mere memory lost in translation ever since I found him in bed with some random girl. He didn’t even stop thrusting into her when he saw me standing in the doorway of our bedroom, shock, and disgust evident on my face. He just kept fucking her all while keeping his eyes locked on me, further pushing her face into the mattress. After that night, I packed up all of my shit that somehow managed to fit in one suitcase and bought a one-way plane ticket to the first available flight, which just so happened to be Los Angeles.

I had plenty of money saved up from my parents' will when they died suddenly in a car crash a few years ago so the aspect of being homeless and jobless didn’t scare me nearly as much as it did. I stayed in a hotel for the first month until I was able to find this apartment for rent; the price wasn’t pretty but it was manageable. Especially with the job I currently had.

Stripping wasn’t my favorite thing, but I was the first to admit it paid the bills and even enough to cover my school costs. It was my second semester at a local college and with the major I chose, I knew it would be a long while until I was finished.

Psychology. Why I didn’t go for an easier major was beyond my knowledge but I loved my brain being challenged that way; studying the deeper parts of life and the human mind.

With an echoing sigh, I shuffled my feet over to the couch in my open space living room and plopped down on it. Sleep was evidently out of the question so I figured to pass the time by checking my school emails. The time on my phone read it was just after midnight and my psychology professor said earlier in class that she would be sending out an email regarding our upcoming field trip. It was to the California Science Center next week and we needed to pay for it ourselves. This wouldn’t have been an issue with my job but it was the end of the month which already was pretty tight for me. I could have asked Joan, my boss, if I could work a few extra parties at the club but the ones that already were booked ahead of time had dancers assigned.

Just as I suspected, the email mentioned once again needing to have the funds for the trip by next Monday morning; today was technically Tuesday morning so I had a week to figure out how I would find the extra money. Biting my lip, I let the luminescent glow from my laptop screen guide me into searching the local help wanted ads on the Nextdoor website.

A soft breeze from my open window brushed along the bareness of my long legs so I hastily reached for a blanket, covering my lower half with it. My entire apartment was cloaked in darkness except for the glow from my laptop and the dull orange light from the lamppost outside. Typically it was blanketed in teal neon lights due to the strip of bulbs that ran the length of my ceiling but I turned them off when I fell asleep. It always covered my entire apartment in a color that reminded me of fall, something I loved when I moved here. It may not have been in the best of neighborhoods of Los Angeles but it was my home now and I relished in it.

I spent a good while browsing the help wanted ads, but nothing seemed to pop out at me for quick cash and I was ready to give up, defeated when one final ad caught my eye.

Models wanted for a video shoot. Only needed for the day and will receive payment once completed. No experience is needed but will need a photo and resume.

Orie McGinness.

As my cursor hovered over the ad, I bit the inside of my cheek while highly considering that this might be a serial killer's ad for his next victim. So with quick thinking, I searched up the name to find out that this guy actually directed quite a few different music videos for a variety of artists.

“Ok so even though you seem legit, that doesn’t mean you’re not going to murder me,” I muttered under my breath.

The longer I stared at the ad, it taunted me with its words, and without a second thought, I clicked on it to begin filling out the needed information.

“I probably shouldn’t have done this but fuck it,” I shrugged once I attached my resume to the provided email.

That was the easy part. What wasn’t so easy was choosing which selfie to attach. Currently, my roots were growing over my vibrant teal hair so I couldn’t take one which meant the next best option was to choose one from my old stock; not like I had many to choose from.

Deciding on the one I took the other day, I mewled over it for a few extra seconds, assessing to make sure everything was perfect. I was sitting on the floor in front of the large mirror in my apartment, legs stretched wide, showcasing the sleeve on my left leg. The designs weren’t important, just something I thought looked cool. My teal hair cascaded down to the middle of my back as I peered over my shoulder, holding my phone up with my right hand. The tattoos peppered over both my arms shined bright from the sunset that broke its rays through my windows, casting me in an array of orange, purple, and gold. The olive green sundress I wore did wonders for my skin tone.

It was one of my favorite pictures of me and I knew it would be a great choice. I wasn’t sure what they needed but thought I might as well show off all of myself.

Well, not all of me. If they wanted to see that, they could come to Bad Decisions and ask for me.

Not wanting to second guess myself, I attached the picture with the resume, typed out a quick message then hit send. I stared at the laptop screen for a few long moments, trying to ignore the pestering voice inside my head.

You’re going to get murdered. You’re going to get murdered.

Slapping my laptop shut, I set it on the coffee table then maneuvered myself over the clean piles of clothes that were scattered on my floor yet to be put away, and crawled into bed. Tuesdays were my off days from school and work so I already planned on doing my house chores, no matter how much it teased me.

Once I was settled under the pile of blankets and pillows, I breathed in content, ready to let the dark slumber envelop me once again. My body began to feel weightless, a dream state filling the ends of my vision and when I felt myself beginning to slip under, my phone buzzed on my end table causing me to jump in bed with a start. I clutched my chest with a hand while the other reached for my phone, shaky breaths filling the apartment.

When I saw the word “unknown” my heart sank to the depths of my gut, fearing he texted me again. However, when I clicked on the message, the sudden chill that took over my body dissipated, a feeling of pure elation and albeit surprise filled me.

Unknown: Hi, this is Noah Sebastian of Bad Omens. Normally, I’d have a member of our production team reach out, but I wanted to formally give you the news that Orie and I have looked at your resume and portfolio and think you would be a great fit for the position we need to fill on this music video we are shooting.

Please let us know if you are interested in accepting the offer. All details via payment and instructions will be given if you should decide to accept the offer.

I’ll send you an address where we can expect you on Thursday at 10 a.m.

Unknown: Also, I apologize if I woke you with this text. I wanted to make sure you had enough time to prepare before Thursday. Can’t wait to meet you.

Another message came through, this one was a pinpoint location that I assumed was where I had to meet them. After quickly investigating, I found out it was a large warehouse with a pool in the back, ones that people rented out for movie scenes, music videos, and photo shoots.

“Well, at least it's a professional setting where I’m going to be murdered,” I chuckled to myself before typing out a response to Noah.

Me: Thank you so much! I am interested in accepting the offer and look forward to meeting you guys as well. And don’t worry about the time, I was up anyway.

Ok, it wasn’t a complete lie. Yes, I was about to fall asleep but I had been wide awake when I sent in the email before; thirty minutes ago. This meant these two guys, Orie and Noah, were also up, going through what I assumed were countless resumes.

I’d been so excited that I was offered the job that I didn’t even realize they wanted me to meet them twenty minutes after my morning class on Thursday let out; halfway across town. The location I had to meet them was only a few blocks from my apartment but from campus, it was at least a twenty-minute Uber drive or thirty-minute bus trip. Since I didn’t own a car, not needing one because of living in the city, I always got around by Uber or the bus.

Well, let’s hope I don’t make a terrible first impression by being late.

I thought to myself as I set my phone down to bury myself under my blankets again, a slight smile on my lips at the prospect of this new day job.

NOAH

With an exhausted sigh, I gently tossed the iPad onto the couch next to me so I could run my hand through my hair. It'd been a long night of doing this exact action, over and over. The new shorter length was something I was still getting used to, not remembering the last time I had hair this short.

Orie adjusted his position on the chair across from me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. We’d spent the last couple of hours going over potential models for the music video for The Death of Peace of Mind, finally narrowing down the first two. We needed one more but none of the resumes and pictures we had were cutting it. Ever the perfectionist, I needed whoever we chose for the last girl to be exactly what we were looking for. Her role was important in the video.

“I think we’ve gone through every single potential candidate three times, Noah,” Orie rubbed at the hair covering his chin. “Why don’t we call it for the night and pick it back up tomorrow?”

I shook my head, picking up the iPad again. “We have to figure this out before tomorrow so we can give the girls at least a twenty-four-hour advance notice.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Orie nodded with a short breath before looking down at his iPad. “I’ll send you the last few resumes I just received.”

Still slouched on the couch, I gruffed in response as I waited for him to send over the resumes. It was only six of them but better than none. My finger swiped lazily on the screen.

“No.” Swipe. “No.” Swipe. “No.” Swipe.

My breath caught in my throat when I froze, finger hovering over the screen of my iPad, and I sat straight up now. The richness of my eyes drank in the sight of the woman on the screen. Her long teal hair, her olive-tanned skin, the tattoos that covered so many parts of her, and the length of her legs as she sat in front of a large mirror. The beating of my heart was heavy and fast, I could feel it in my throat that it made it hard to breathe.; that or it was the fact how gorgeous this girl was. Just the sight of this picture alone was enough to take my breath away. Every nerve in my body was on fire, burning from my chest straight down to my dick, it twitching underneath the material of my sweatpants.

“Her,” was the only word I muttered while showing Orie the iPad.

With a raised brow, he took the iPad to look over the picture and resume; a slight pang of jealousy festering in my stomach. But I took a deep breath, knowing it was ridiculous to feel that way. This was basically a job interview, without interviewing the potential candidate.

Orie nodded with a smile. “I like her look, she’s perfect. Although, her resume is kind of sparse. Seems like she’s unemployed but going to school for psychology.”

I shrugged while taking back the iPad. “This isn’t a job at some law firm. It's for our music video. She doesn't need any prior experience.”

“What’s her name?” He wondered.

“Uh,” I peered down back at the screen, heart fluttering in my chest. “Raven.”

“Now that’s different,” Ories chuckled. “We can send her an email tomorrow to let her know she’s hired.”

“Might as well do it now,” I shrugged again. “She put her phone number in her email to text her.”

“You do realize what time it is right?” he said while rising to his feet, the bones in his knees popping from the stiffness of sitting for so long.

“She sent the email less than an hour ago, there’s a chance she could still be awake.”

With a shake of laughter, Orie bid me goodnight by patting my shoulder and trekking up the stairs to his bedroom. I, on the other hand, hung back on the couch for a few extra minutes to search through her resume for her phone number.

“This was fine. She put her number in her email for this reason. You’re contacting a potential employee for a job you’re providing. Not asking a girl on a date,” I muttered to myself.

If that was the case, then why was I so fucking nervous?

Running a hand over my sweats, I took a deep breath before typing out a message to her; Raven. Afterward, I busied myself with tidying up the mess we made in the living room before shutting off the lights and headed up to my room, ready to put the long day behind me.

Just as I stepped inside, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach fluttered seeing her respond.

Unknown: Thank you so much! I am interested in accepting the offer and look forward to meeting you guys as well. And don’t worry about the time, I was up anyway.

Plugging in my phone and setting it on the nightstand next to my bed, I crawled underneath the sheets with a slight smile, excitement filling me for Thursday.

RAVEN

“Have a great-!”

The Uber driver's voice was cut off by me slamming the door to his car, tossing a wave of thanks over my shoulder as I ran down the street towards the large warehouse. The warm summer California winds blew the long teal strands of hair behind my shoulders.

Fuck. I was so late.

Twenty minutes late to be exact.

My philosophy class ran over this morning and the second my professor dismissed us, I scrambled out of the lecture hall and out of the school towards the Uber that had been waiting for me the last ten minutes. I apologized profusely and made a mental promise to tip him a little bit extra for not only making him wait for me but also getting across town in peak traffic.

The soles of my tennis shoes slammed against the cracking pavement as I closed the distance between me and the large open garage door of the warehouse. I noticed someone standing in front of me, talking with a small group of people and when he turned to face me as I came to a stop, my breath coming out ragged and my cheeks red from my run, he gave me a gentle smile.

“Hey. Raven, right?” The man with glasses and a beard smiled, extending a tattooed arm towards me.

I shook his hand, still breathless. “Yeah, hi.”

“Orie,” he continued to smile.

Dropping my hand, I wiped the sweat on the back of my jeans. “I’m sorry I’m so late. My class ran over and I tried to get here as fast as possible.”

Orie waved me off. “Don’t even worry about it. We’re still waiting for Noah to get here with the truck.”

I breathed a little bit easier knowing that I wasn’t about to get fired because I was late and brushed away the loose strands of hair from my braid.

“Did you get a chance to look over the paperwork Noah sent you?” Orie asked.

“Yeah, it all looks good to me; pretty self-explanatory,” I said while clutching the books closer to my chest.

“Awesome, once Noah gets here, we can talk about what your part is in the video. You don’t mind hanging out all day? The scene we need you for has you in the pool in the dark.”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “I’ve got nowhere else to be.”

Orie extended an arm inside of the warehouse. “Come on, I can show you where you can hang out.”

I didn’t move. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

“You won’t,” he reassured me with another warm smile, motioning me with his head.

Slowly, I trailed behind him into the warehouse and noticed people working to set up props while some sat at a table off to the side, where Orie was leading me. As he introduced me to the others who were staring in the video, I gave them a small wave of hello.

“Noah and I will come find you once he’s here,” Orie said before leaving me.

Falling into the chair at the table, I spread out my books and tossed my backpack down to rummage through it to grab my pen and notebook. Since I had the day before my scene, I thought it would be best to spend some time studying. I had a psychology test tomorrow morning, one that I was quite nervous about.

I tuned out the conversations of the others around me as familiar terms like cognition, para-social, and suppression filled my brain. The ink of my pen scratched at the flashcard with the words and definitions so I’d be able to quiz myself later.

“Better late than never!”

Snapping my eyes up from the now thick stack of flashcards, I noticed a large white box truck parked right outside the open garage door, three guys piling out of it. My hazel eyes watched as Orie walked over to the guys, bidding them a greeting. It was clear they all knew each other but when one of the guys came around the back of the truck, my breath caught in my throat.

The hood of his black hoodie was pulled over his head until he pulled it down, his bright almond eyes shined with light as he laughed at something Orie said. His brown hair was falling into his eyes so with tattooed fingers, he brushed it back to showcase his strong jawline.

Holy Hades. He was gorgeous.

Orie muttered something to the guy, and then those almond eyes landed on me with a quick flick and every part of my body ignited from the sheer intensity. We held each other’s gaze, him nodding to something else Orie said, but it was me who had to break the trance, reading the psychology terms once again.

My heart rate picked up when I heard steps getting closer and closer until I felt a warm presence standing in front of me. Glancing up through my lashes, I sucked in a breath when Orie and the man were towering over me.

“Hi,” I squeaked out, dropping the pen onto the table.

“Raven, this is Noah,” Orie pointed to the man beside him.

Noah.

He gave me a lopsided grin. “Hey. Is this a good time to go over your part in the video?”

“Uh,” I hastily moved my scattered books and flashcards so they could sit. “Yeah, sorry about the mess.”

Noah waved me off as he sat in the chair next to me while Orie sat across from me.

“College courses?” Orie wondered.

I nodded. “Yeah, for psychology.”

“Is that where you were coming from?”

“I had philosophy this morning and typically my professor lets us out early but of course, today he couldn’t stop rambling on about this book he assigned us to read,” I answered Orie again while rummaging through the stacks of books on the table.

“A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose,” I said holding up the bright orange book. “I guess it's pretty popular. I’m only a few pages in.”

I saw Noah’s lips curl up in an almost-there smile as he rubbed his chin. “It’s quite an interesting read. Every sentence rings with truth and power. It brings you into the space between your thoughts, where we find deep serenity and almost a sacred presence.”

My eyes snapped away from skimming through the book over to Noah. “You’ve read it?”

He leaned back against the chair in an effortless way to look suave and sexy. I could vaguely make out a tattoo on his neck, colors peaking over the top of his sweater, but the tattoos on his fingers and hands were visible. I suddenly wondered how they would have looked wrapped around my throat.

I mentally shook away those thoughts because Noah was my boss for the day. It would be unprofessional for me to think of us like that. Also, the fact that we won’t see each other again after tonight.

“I’m about halfway through. I know for some it might be a difficult read but I promise, it’ll be worth it,” he assured me with a nod.

Orie chuckled. “Noah is big into psychology and philosophy. He could talk about this with you for hours.”

I didn’t miss how his cheeks turned a deep crimson but decided not to say anything about it. Instead, I hoped changing the subject would deter Noah’s burning gaze from me. Not that I minded it, I loved the way it made me feel. Like I was the only one that he cared to look at.

“So you said something about my scene being in the pool?”

Orie nodded. “Yeah. The idea that Noah came up with is that you, along with the two other girls, will be sirens in the water. Swimming underneath one of the guys who will be floating on a raft. At some point, you’ll jump up on the raft and bite him.”

“Oh, kinky. What’s the song about?” I asked while resting my chin on my palm.

Noah raised a brow. “Have you not listened to it?”

It was my turn to get red in the face with a sheepish smile. “If I’m being honest, I’ve never heard about your band before.”

This caused both Noah and Orie to sit straighter up in their chairs before sharing a look.

“You’ve never heard of Bad Omens?”

“No,” I said slowly, eyes bouncing between the two of them. “Should I have? Is that bad?”

“Not at all,” Noah said while resting his long arms on the table. “We’re recording the music video for The Death of Peace of Mind.”

I reached for my phone and AirPods that were still in my backpack. “I think I should listen to the song. Get in the right mindset for my scene.”

Orie stood from the table, tapping it twice. “I’ll leave you to it. Feel free to browse around the sets we have but don’t wander too far. I’ll come find you when we need you.”

Smiling up at him, I nodded but then glanced over to Noah who hadn’t risen from his spot. Instead, he was leaning half of his body over the table, close to me, with a vivid look in those deep almond eyes.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I wondered, suddenly self-conscious with his assessing gaze.

“No, you’re fine,” Noah’s voice rumbled in his chest. “But if it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay while you listen to the song and hear your take on it.”

“Only if you promise not to fire me if I don’t like it,” I teased with a wink while placing the left Airpod in my ear.

He snorted a laugh while easing back into his chair, extending his long legs on the side of me. “I think it’s going to take a lot more for me to fire you, Raven.”

The way my name sounded on his plump lips made my skin tingle and my heart yearned to hear it again. I peered up at him from my phone, our eyes locked for three long steady beats; neither of us wanting to break whatever trance we found ourselves in. The air around us shifted on its axis, everyone in the room seemed to falter away and I was the only one that Noah cared to be around. And I sucked in a breath when I could have sworn I saw his eyes flick down to my lips before resting back on my eyes again.

In the end, it was me who broke the trance because I couldn’t take it anymore how my body ignited with Noah near me.

“The Death of Peace of Mind?” I asked, a slight crack in my voice.

His lips twitched as he smiled with his almond eyes and nodded.

Placing the right Airpod in, I opened up YouTube and typed in the song, clicking on the first video. Immediately the music hit my ears and I subconsciously felt my body swaying to it and I sat up straighter when Noah’s angelic voice rang out. How soft the tone of it came in some parts.

Your makeup running down your face. The way you fuck. The way you taste.

A blush crept from my cheeks to the tips of my ears and I rested my chin on my palm while gazing up at Noah, who hadn’t moved from his relaxed stupor; eyes dancing with intrigue as he stared at me.

There was something vaguely familiar about his voice but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. How sensual it was and the way it sounded like a siren calling for its mate, wanting them to come home and wrap their arms around him. Or sinking their teeth deep in their flesh, tasting their everlasting spirit and drinking their essence for their own.

When his humming faded, the siren call now pulling me deeper into its vices, I let my eyes flutter shut when the harder music faded.

You come and go in waves. Leaving me in your wake. You come and go in waves. Swallowing everything.

My eyes snapped open when Noah’s solo scream erupted in my ears and now I couldn’t stop the way my head moved to the rest of the song, drumming my fingers against the edge of the table along with the beat. When the song finally ended, I exited the app and locked my phone, setting it to the side along with my AirPods. For a beat of silence, I stared straight ahead while steepling my fingers under my chin, my brain moving a mile a minute.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Noah’s knee bouncing in anticipation.

“Before I start, are you sure you want me to explain what I think it could be about? Because once I get started on something like this, I can’t stop,” I somewhat joked.

Noah’s smile reached his eyes. “Please. I love having these open-minded conversations.”

I nodded while turning my body to face him head-on and tucked a loose strand of my teal hair behind my ear.

“I could hear a few different noises throughout which worked so well along with the melodies. The instruments were very sensual and dark which again worked with the lyrics,” I said.

Noah rested his arms on the table again and I felt the warmth from him radiate off of him in droves as it wrapped around me, pulling me into him; figuratively, not literally even though I was craving to feel his arms enveloping me.

“Do you want to know something special about this song?” He questioned.

“I’m always down to know some secrets,” I teased while scooting closer to him.

I couldn’t explain it but from the moment our eyes met, I felt a sense of calm and assurance. Typically, I wasn’t this comfortable with a guy, it took me a long time to warm up but with Noah, it was different. I had known him for less than an hour but here I was basically flirting with my eyes with him and it seemed, he was giving it right back. That would be fine since after today, we wouldn’t be seeing each other again so a little harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt.

“I challenged myself to make a track using only samples I recorded of household items. Smacking pillows, shaking keys, recording and tuning the low frequency of a vacuum cleaner to a C note, and making a multi-octave sampler out of it. Stuff like that,” Noah twiddled his fingers together.

“Oh, that’s awesome! I feel like you don’t see many artists doing something like that.”

He nodded. “I’d love to know your interpretation of the lyrics.”

I pursed my lips while tapping my chin, in mock thought, even though I already knew what I was going to say. It was clear what, to me, the lyrics meant.

“Well, for starters love’s the death of peace of mind. That part is pretty clear: loving someone that could be wrong for you is essentially the death of your peace of mind.”

I swallowed thickly at how on-brand that was for me but continued. “Sometimes, loving someone isn’t enough. You can’t just have a sexual relationship with someone without having some kind of feelings behind it. You miss the person they used to be before it fell away. That kind of relationship will metaphorically kill you in the end. When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive? The other person destroyed you and left you with no regard, they swallowed you up.”

A deep noise rumbled in Noah’s chest. “I’ve heard quite a few different theories, but nothing like yours.”

I picked at the lint on my black leggings, my voice dropping. “Personal experience I guess.”

He must have picked up on the way I almost shut down because he reached for my flashcards, flipping through the large stack of them.

“Flashcards never worked for me,” Noah said.

I adjusted my position in my chair so our shoulders brushed against each other and I forced myself to not show how affected I was when an intense rush of heat filled me.

“I have a test tomorrow morning. Usually, I feel more prepared but this course material seems to be harder for me to understand and grasp,” I tapped a pen on the inside of the textbook.

“I could quiz you,” he joked while leaning forward on the table, closer to me.

My breath hitched. “I-uh, I wouldn’t want to keep you. You’ve got your plate full already.”

“Later then.” Noah’s voice was quiet yet loud enough just for the two of us to hear.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I playfully rolled my eyes. “I’ve been told I’m a terrible late-night study partner.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher,” he teased back with the corner of his mouth twitching, trying so hard not to break out into a smile.

Just then, Orie appeared back at the table, staring down at the proximity of us. Noah’s breath was fanning over my face, sending chills yet again down my body.

“I hate to break up this study session,” Orie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I could use your help setting up the masks.”

Noah’s eyes flicked over my face one final time before he slowly pushed himself away from the table with a nod. But he only made it a few steps before turning back towards me.

“Feel free to have something to eat in catering or walk around. I don’t want you to study all day, that’s no fun.”

“Yes sir.” I gave a mock salute with a smile.

With a rumble of laughter, Noah walked over to the main area of the warehouse where others were working on setting up a large white wall. A few others were working with Orie and Noah; all three sported tattoos while one guy had long hair pulled into a low bun and a nose ring, the other had long hair as well, not as long, but the gauges in his ears were prominent, and the last one was hiding his hair underneath a hat and wore a gray fishing shirt. Something about the way Noah interacted with them told me that the four of them were close, almost like brothers.

I spent the next hour or so finishing studying, eyes glancing up every once in a while to the scene that Orie was currently directing with the camera operator. A female with two males dressed up, stood in front of the large white wall that had a variety of holes. They stood on a platform with those velvet ropes circling them. Guarding them was someone dressed in a full-body red suit, holding a prop gun, and the mask that covered their face lit up.

By now, Noah had lost his black sweater, the white shirt he wore doing wonders for the colorful designs that covered every inch of skin on both arms. Suddenly, the psychology terms were long forgotten as I kept a careful gaze on Noah and the way he moved, the muscles in his back straining, when he directed what he thought the actors should do. The long chain he wore dangled low over his shirt and I desperately wanted to twirl it between my fingers, bringing him closer to me.

As if he felt me staring, Noah peered over his shoulder in his kneeling position, and very quickly, his eyes met mine and I felt my breath catch in my throat. My stomach flipped the longer his fiery gaze burned into me and I did my best to not let him know that he had this weird effect on me. However, I failed when his tongue darted out to wet his lips and I shifted in my seat while squeezing my legs together.

It had been a while since I had sex and even with self-satisfying me on some lonely nights lately, it still wasn’t enough. I needed something better, harder, to curb the desire that was building low in my stomach. It was as if Noah could smell my arousal from halfway across the room because when I saw the corner of his mouth tilt up ever so slightly, it was evident that he knew the effect he had on me.

Being the first one to break the trance between us, I packed up all of my belongings into my backpack and stuffed it underneath the table. It was just past one in the afternoon, meaning I still had a long while until I was needed for my scene so I decided to get something to eat. There was a small area set up in the far back area of the warehouse with tables filled with a variety of sandwiches, wraps, sides, and drinks. With a somewhat full plate, I returned to the table to sit in my previous spot and browsed on my phone instead of studying. I noticed that my boss had sent me a text a little while ago.

Joan: Anyway you could work tonight? I know it's your day off and you’ve got a big test tomorrow. We booked a last-minute party and they asked if Serenity Skylar would be working tonight.

I, along with three other girls, was one of the best dancers at Bad Decisions; Los Angeles’ most premiere gentlemen's club. The reason why it was the best? Besides the dancers, our boss treated all of us with respect. Any time one of us would say we were uncomfortable with a customer, she would have no problem ordering security to kick that said customer out. She looked at us like people and not a cash grab. I also loved the rule no touching the dancers. It made for easy shifts and the second the rule was broken, that customer would be thrown out and put on the no-return list.

For the briefest of moments, I did the math in my head. I could have easily made double what I’m making here dancing tonight for this private party. But could I dip out on Orie and Noah? Last minute nonetheless. The chances of them finding another girl to stand in for my part would be slim.

But the money you’d make from this party would be enough to cover the cost of your field trip and even pay next month's rent in advance.

The thought spoke at the same time Noah’s laughter carried throughout the large warehouse and straight to my heart. Glancing away from my phone for a few seconds, I saw him run a hand through his hair with a vivid smile. The guy with the extra long hair must have said something that Noah thought was funny because he was still laughing.

Me: You know I’d never turn down a party but I’ve got other arrangements for the day that I can’t skip out on. I’m sorry!

When Joan replied with a simple “Not a problem!” I pocketed my phone and decided after throwing out my garbage, that I would browse around the warehouse. There were different props set up throughout for the music video. Orie and Noah had finished up directing a scene of a man sitting behind the wheel of the car when I walked past and I could hear Orie ordering Noah and those other guys something about needing to change as I reached a quieter backroom that must have been an instrument storage room; a variety of them filled the space but only one caught my attention.

An older piano.

I sat on the bench, it creaking underneath my weight, and I brushed my fingers along the dusty keys. They worked in perfect harmony as the notes echoed in the small room, the familiar tune bringing back memories; good ones. I played the song over and over again, gaining more confidence the longer it went on and the rust I felt for not playing for almost ten years fell away. My eyes were closed as I leaned into the tune, practically throwing myself into it, and after repeating it for the fourth time, I took a deep breath and worked out the sore muscles in my wrist and fingers since they were stiff from not playing for so long.

“Wow. That was beautiful.”

“Fuck!” I clutched a hand to my chest, my heart beating rapidly against my palm.

Turning a bit on the bench, I saw Noah leaning against the door frame dressed in all black and his messy hair was styled perfectly. I bit the inside of my cheek at the sight of him as my heart rate returned to normal.

“I didn’t mean to scare you or listen in on you if it was a private moment. I just heard the music on the way back from the dressing room and got curious,” he said while stuffing his gloved hands into the pockets of his coat.

“Oh, you’re fine,” I took a deep breath. “I forgot how in the zone I get while playing.”

When he motioned if it was alright to step into the room, I nodded and let him take a seat at the other end of the large bench. For the second time this afternoon, I felt his shoulder brush mine and this time, I couldn’t stop the reaction of when his heat tangled with mine. I let out a shuddering breath while subconsciously scooting closer to him.

“How long have you played piano?” He asked, not giving away how affected he was by our proximity.

“My mom put me in lessons when I turned five and I played until my senior year of high school. But I haven’t played since,” I said while playing the first notes of the song again.

“What song is this?” Noah wondered.

“I wrote it when I was sixteen,” I kept playing the song. “I never had the chance to finish the ending so it just sounds like it dies off.”

Just as I said the song abruptly ended and I frowned. No matter how many different harmonies or notes I wrote, nothing seemed to fit my song perfectly. It all sounded not right.

“Play it again,” Noah urged me with a nod.

I was hesitant, only because now that he was intently listening, it made me extremely nervous. It was clear he knew a thing or two about music so to have him possibly criticize something that meant a lot to me made my frown pull deeper.

“I don’t know,” I murmured. “It’s not that great of a song now that I heard it again.”

He placed a hand on my knee, patting it twice before removing it and I found myself missing his warmth.

“It’s really good, Raven,” he reassured me. “I’d love to hear it again.”

How did this man, this stranger, have such an effect on me and my body? I never felt this way with any man, not even my ex. But with Noah, it was as if my body was starting to come alive with each growing touch. His incandescent eyes pleaded with me and in the end, I breathed with a nod before letting my fingers glide along the keys once more. The haunting harmony of my song filled the small space as my eyes shut so I could pour all of myself into it, letting the notes guide me along the cloud of sympathy.

Instead of letting the song abruptly end, I restarted it for a second time, my fingers working faster now as the chords suddenly bore into our souls, shaking it with such vigor I nearly choked on my breath. A softer, more siren-like melody graced my ears, nothing like the notes I was playing. This was more celestial and it brought chills to my body, goosebumps covering the skin of my bare arms. It was then that I noticed Noah was humming a melody in tune with the notes I was playing on the piano.

Deciding not to continue playing, I let the song come to a stop and placed my hands on my lap.

“It always bothered me that I never finished it,” I admitted while twiddling my thumbs.

Noah turned slightly towards me. “Why didn’t you?”

“Life got busy,” I lied with a shrug.

The real reason? My ex-boyfriend controlled all aspects of my life, telling me what I could do, and who I could see or talk to. For ten years. It was only recently that I was able to find myself again, falling back into things I used to love and adore.

A soft brush of a finger glided along my elbow and I finally gazed up towards Noah, who was watching me with something unreadable in his eyes. Being so close to him now, I could see that freckles lined his nose and cheeks and he had a faint scar underneath his right eye, almost like it was from an old piercing.

Those almond eyes were sharper, darker, and filled with depth than the last time I stared at them this close. Noah was now wearing a turtleneck, covering the tattoo on his neck. I peaked up at him through my lashes when I felt his warm breath fan over my lips, all the while my brain was screaming at me to move away, my heart pleading with me not to fall for someone so fast after my last relationship, and my pussy begging me to taste Noah’s lips. It felt like I was being thrown in different directions, not knowing which to lean toward, but in the end, my brain won.

“Your collar,” I motioned to his jacket. “Can I fix it?”

He glanced down but due to the angle couldn’t tell that the collar of his jacket wasn’t completely flat so taking it upon myself, I delicately brushed down the collar, making it even on both sides, and picked a few pieces of hair from his jacket.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

I dragged my fingers down the front of his jacket until they fell in my lap again.

“You’re welcome,” my voice matched his tone.

I wanted to lean into him, have those arms wrap around me, and brush away the strands of hair from my face to breathe sweet words into my skin. Without thinking, I lifted my chin towards him and nearly felt his lips on mine until there was a knock on the open door of the room.

“There you are!”

Noah and I broke away from the mind-bending trance and both of us glanced over to the doorway. Standing there with a smug smile was one of the guys he had been talking to all afternoon; the one with the nose ring.

“Always perfect timing, Jolly,” Noah grumbled while standing up.

The other man, Jolly, ignored him and instead, held out a hand to me. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jolly, guitar player for Bad Omens.”

Rising to my feet, I took in the accent he had while shaking his large hand with a smile. “Raven. Psychology student and your actress for the day.”

That earned a laugh from Jolly. “Well, if it’s alright. Can I steal Noah? Dana needs him so we can shoot our part. And Rhea is looking for you, the make-up artist. She wants to test out the teeth and blood before your shoot later tonight.”

“Oh, for the siren,” I giggled. “Well, I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

With a small wave towards the two men, I quickly scurried out of the room, not catching the look Jolly gave Noah who in turn, ignored Jolly and watched me walk away instead.

NOAH

Raven’s gaze was hot on me as I did my best to focus on the camera in front of me and stay in character. My body swayed with extended arms while the song played in the background, my lips moving in sync with the lyrics. We were almost finished recording our part of the video, spending the last couple of hours making sure everything was perfect. All the while, I felt Raven watching my every movement from her spot in the makeup area across from the warehouse. I wasn't able to see how the fake teeth and blood look came out but knowing Rhea was good at her job, it would be perfect.

Just as Dana yelled cut, my eyes snapped up to Raven and noticed she was still in the same spot she’d been ten minutes prior. The smile she wore made my heart jump into my throat and I mentally cursed myself for letting her make me feel this way. The last thing I needed was a relationship right now, especially with the upcoming release of our third album. Bad Omens were going to be busy and it would be unfair to start a relationship when I didn’t have time for one.

But there was something colorful about Raven that made it difficult to look away, even from the moment I saw her picture. And now, seeing her in person, I felt something inside of me click into place; like my soul had been searching all the ends of the earth for her.

I couldn’t help but snort at that; soulmates.

As I walked towards the changing rooms to get back in my street clothes, I noticed Orie, who was talking with Raven about her scene that was up next and picked up on the end tail of their conversation.

“It’s going to be really cold tonight, just a heads up. The pool is heated which should help a bit,” Orie said while handing me a back of what I assumed was her outfit for this scene.

Something told me to stop and talk with her again but seeing her clutch the nipple covers and nude thong to her chest made my cock swell underneath my pants and I coughed a groan into my hand; something Orie caught and winked at me.

“Hi,” Raven smiled up at me when she peered over at me, a warm smile on her face. “You killed it.”

My heart leaped into my throat at her praise and I stuffed my shaking hands in the pocket of my coat.

“Thank you. Ready for your part?”

She tucked a strand of teal hair behind her ear and nodded. “I just need to get dressed. Or well, undressed I suppose.”

Don’t think of her naked you fucking weirdo. You don’t even know her.

Ignoring the chastising voice in my mind, I motioned to my dress clothes. “Me too. I’ll meet you outside in a few to go over your part again.”

Those lips parted to speak but quickly snapped shut before she gave me a curt nod and scurried back towards the dressing room. Orie was still wearing that stupid smirk which caused me to smack his shoulder.

“Shut up,” I groaned.

“Someone is smitten,” his voice said in that annoying song before walking away.

A few minutes later I was dressed back in my street clothes and standing outside with Nicholas as we were talking, only for my attention to be stolen by Raven as she walked out into the back area of the warehouse where the pool was. Her small hands held the robe closed tight against her body and in that moment all I wanted to do was stalk up to her and force it to fall away from her.

“You’re staring,” Nicholas observed.

Waving him off, I continued to watch Raven as she reached the end of the pool, never hesitating to remove her robe, handing it to one of the people helping the shoot tonight. Her breasts were perfect; round and perky. They looked like they could easily fit in my hands. A thought that made my cock hardened; again. The tattoos on her skin seemed to glimmer under the moonlight as she slowly dipped her toes into the pool before Raven succumbed into the water. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they took me to the edge of the pool, me bending down at the knees next to Orie.

“How’s the water?” I asked all three of the women but kept my eyes on Raven, who was swimming towards me.

“Not terrible. Ask us in a few minutes,” one of the girls chuckled.

Raven came to a stop at the edge in front of me and rested her arms at the ledge, the tops of her breasts breaking through the water.

Fuck. I’m so fucked.

“You owe me big for freezing my ass off in here,” she joked.

I smirked, wadding my hand through the water next to her and trying so hard not to touch her. “Your lips will match your hair.”

Raven scoffed and splashed some water towards me causing me to break out in laughter as I ran away from the pool, finally letting her get to work.

RAVEN

“And that’s a wrap! Great job everyone!” Dana called out which was followed by a round of cheers.

Feeling the fake blood drip from my mouth down to my chest and into the water, I gave a high five to Greg, the one I had to attack in the pool float. It took us four reshoots to get the shot right, something not sitting right with Noah. He wanted it to look more viscous and when I started to doubt my abilities, he was quick to assure me it was the angle the camera was in.

Swimming back towards the stairs of the pool, I smirked up at Noah, showcasing my siren teeth, as he held out one of those thick blankets for me.

“Quick, warm up before you catch a cold,” he says, wrapping the material around me.

I nearly moaned at the warmth but couldn’t due to how severe my body was shivering. I didn’t want to admit it but the entire time I was in the pool, I was freezing.

“Th-th-thank yo-you,” my fake teeth clattered together.

Almost immediately, Noah wrapped his arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to his chest. “Is this alright? I don’t want to make you feel weird but you’re absolutely freezing.”

It was quick how fast I buried my face in his sweater, appreciating his warmth. “More than alright. You’re so warm.”

His body rumbled with laughter. “So I’ve been told.”

As he led me back into the warehouse, I silently hoped he couldn't feel how fast my heart was pounding. Having Noah this close to me, his scent over taking my senses, it neary rendered me useless. Yet the logical part of my brain continued to warn me not to jump into something so new just because it excited me. While I spent the day with Noah, I still knew nothing about him besides the music side of him. I should be afraid he’d be like my ex. Noah could be sweet talking me just to rip my heart out and stomp on it the first chance he could. I needed to take a step back to save myself from future heartbreak.

So why couldn't I pull away from Noah? Why did I let him tighten his grip around me?

“If I catch a cold, I expect a goodie basket with soup, crackers, and chocolate on my doorstep,” I teased him as we neared the dressing rooms.

Noah chuckled while rubbing my back. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

As we came to a stop in front of the doors that led to the dressing rooms, Noah made no effort to remove his arm from shoulder, something I hadn’t minded. His eyes lingered on mine before dragging over the entirety of my face only to chuckle when I stifled a yawn into the blanket.

“Tired?” He questioned, rubbing the side of my arms over the blanket before dropping his hands to his side.

Slightly frowning at the loss of his touch, I nodded. “It’s been a long day and I still need to study a bit once I’m home for my test tomorrow.”

Now it was Noah’s turn to frown. “I’m sorry for keeping you so late. Your scene looked better in the dark.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t apologize, Noah. I signed up for this. I knew how long of a day this would be for me. Also, I don’t think I said this before but thank you for giving me the opportunity given my lack of acting experience.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’re not a vampire siren that sucks guys blood? Here I thought you were from how awesome you did back there,” he joked while throwing a thumb over his shoulder back towards the pool.

I playfully rolled my eyes but then noticed a wet strand of hair was stuck to my forehead. Since I couldn’t use my hands to brush it for fear of having the blanket falling away, I tried to blow it away only to fail. Tentatively, Noah reached up to brush away the hair, showcasing my bright eyes up at him. The space between us seemed to dissipate as he stepped closer to breathe over my lips.

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

My own breath caught in my throat as I peered up at him through lashes, trying to think of what to say next.

Thank you?

No, that's stupid.

Your eyes are beautiful too.

Eh, maybe. You could just kiss him already.

Encased in our own bubble, I felt the force of Noah pull me closer as I stood on the tips of my toes, ready to close the distance when a voice over his shoulder called out to us.

“Noah!”

Cursing under his breath, Noah glanced behind him to see Dana walking towards him with his camera. “I need you to take a look at something.”

“Go,” I urged him on. “I should get dressed and find Orie to make sure I’m not needed for anything else.

Reluctantly, he nodded while taking a step back and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his jacket. “He’ll have your check as well.”

“Cool,” I nodded back at him.

We both stood there for a moment, staring at one another, and Noah rubbed the back of his neck to push away a few strands of hair sticking out from underneath his beanie.

“Uh, I guess I’ll see you around. Maybe? I’d be up for maybe hearing your thoughts on the music video when it comes out. You could text, or call, or email. I guess whatever works for you. Just as long as you’re not busy with courses, I don’t want you to fail or something because of my wild ideas for a music video.”

He rambled on which made me giggle softly and he broke out in a large smile. “Alright I’m going to go before I make a bigger ass out of myself.”

“I thought it was cute,” I shrugged with a wink. “Thank you again for today, Noah. I hope everything works out for you and your band.”

Now the smile wore was larger, more genuine as he gave me a curt nod. “Thank you, Raven. I hope you ace your test tomorrow and you get the dream job you want.”

At his word job, I couldn’t help but think of the job I currently had at the strip club and my heart sank. There was no way he would be interested if he found out about it. Almost as soon as I thought of it, I pushed away the thought. Noah and I would never be at that point for me to wonder if he would like me stripping. His opinion didn’t matter.

“Take care of yourself, Noah,” I gave a small wave before slipping into the dressing room.

Forty five minutes and a large check later, I let out an unattractive yawn as I stepped out into the midnight air, clutching my books to my chest. I could feel my bed calling for me blocks away but knew I still needed to study tonight. Checking the time on my watch, I noticed it was nearly one a.m and my test was at 10 a.m sharp.

“Alright, if I study for at least an hour and fall asleep by three, I can get six hours of sleep. Should be plenty. I could literally go to class in my sweats,” I muttered.

“Talking to yourself?”

Snapping my eyes up from the concrete at my feet, I sucked in a breath when I saw Noah leaning against a car parked in front of the warehouse.

“I thought you left,” I blinked, wondering if he was actually in front of me or my tired state was imaging him.

He motioned to his car. “Can I give you a lift home?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Noah. I only live a few blocks from here. I don’t mind walking,” I said while adjusting the stack of books in my arms.

“It’s late and I’d feel a lot better if I knew you got home safe,” he said while opening the passenger side door for me.

“You really waited for me?” I asked, truly astonished he’d waited for me this late.

While I was talking to Orie, almost thirty minutes ago, I briefly saw Noah leave the warehouse.

He shrugged. “I want to make up for rambling on like an idiot earlier.”

Giggling, I eventually nodded and walked a few steps towards him, offering him a smile. “Thank you, Noah.”

“Anything for you.”

With my door shut, he ran across to the other side of the car and slid in. I marveled at the warmth radiating inside of the car and sank farther down in the seat, the exhausting day catching up to me.

“You should get some sleep,” Noah suggested after he pulled the car away from the curb, smoothly driving down the empty road.

I hummed in response and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the soft tune from the radio lull me to a peaceful dreamstate. I wasn’t fully asleep, just awake enough to hear Noah mutter something.

“Hm?” I glanced over to him, the street lights outside of the car bathing him in a golden glow.

He looked fucking breathtaking.

“I don’t have your address so Ireally have no idea where to go,” he said.

“Shit,” I sat up farther in the seat and pointed to the upcoming lights. “Take a right and my apartment will be half a block down on the right.”

Silence fell between us as Noah followed my directions and sadness crept in when I saw my complex appear too fast for my liking. I enjoyed spending the day with Noah and now that it was actually ending, I frowned.

“I feel like I need to say thank you again, especially for driving me home,” I spoke once the car stopped in front of the door of my complex.

Noah leaned back against his seat and waved me off. “You’ve helped us out too, Raven. Consider us even.”

There was that silence again as I shifted in my seat with my hands on my lap, twiddling my thumbs together. I was prolonging the walk up to my studio only because I was fighting with my thoughts on if it was a good idea or not to do what I was planning.

Clearly he had to have been someone interested in me if he waited almost an hour to drive me home. Our two almost kisses tonight proved that. Right?

“Raven?”

Noah’s deep voice made me look over at him to see he was now leaning over towards me, his large frame all encompassing as it surrounded me.

“I’m sorry if this seems forward but I was wondering if I could-,’ his voice trailed off and I nearly screamed.

If you could, what?

Licking my lips, I faced my body more towards him, hoping that would showcase to him that whatever he wanted to ask me, he could.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was rough yet meek, those plump lips oh so close to mine, I could almost taste them.

Don’t do it. You’re going to regret-.

Once again ignoring the voice in my mind, I crashed my lips to Noah’s, moaning into his mouth. His large hands quickly found my hips to drag me over to his lap, the steering wheel pressing into my back but I didn’t care. His lips on mine, hands all over my body, was enough for my soul to ascend. All night during my scene in the pool, I would catch his gaze hold on my breasts and knew with how often he’d been discreetly adjusting himself that I affected him in some sort of way.

Our kiss was sensual but filled with so much passion behind it, my head spun while Noah dragged a hand over my neck to hold me in place at the back of it. My hands rested on his chest as my teeth brushed along his bottom lip before exploring his mouth once more. The kiss deepened as our tongues fought for dominance and soon the air around us was thick with sexual tension, like it had been all day. I slid my hands up from his chest to his head, knocking off the hat so I could run my fingers through his hair; so soft as I pulled on the ends as I continued to kiss him with such fervor. I dragged my teeth down his jaw and neck line, all the while rutting my hips into his. The hardness of his cock evident in his sweats as I sat down against his lap, Noah groaning into my mouth.

“Angel,” his hand slipped underneath my shirt, bringing a fire to my skin as he brushed a finger over my bra, teasing my nipple softly.

“Say it again,” I urged him, resting my forehead against his, gradually guiding my cunt over his lap.

Hearing that nickname fall from his lips made my core ache with such hunger, something I hadn’t felt ever before. The way Noah’s hands and lips made my soul come alive and sing for him was otherworldly. I was desperate for more.

I craved him like a drug. I was addicted.

“You like it?” Noah asked, leaving a red mark on the pulse point of my neck.

“Yes,” I breathed, yanking on the ends of his hair again.

“Good,” he praised into the skin of my shoulder where it met my neck. “Because it stays, angel.”

Suddenly bright lights passed by the car in a daze causing me to pull away from Noah with a loud sigh. I didn’t want to risk anyone else driving by to see what we were doing. So catching my swollen lips between my teeth, I batted my eyelashes at him, me still sitting on his lap in the driver's seat.

I shouldn’t ask him this. I should say good night and head up to my apartment to shower and then lay in bed to study. I have a big test tomorrow. I shouldn't get distracted by a pair of mochi eyes staring up at me.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” I asked suddenly.

“Please,” he nearly whined with his begs. “I had a small taste of you, Raven. I can’t let you go now.”

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