#&. interaction.

WITH: @riverkartal

The past few weeks with River were very ‘comme ci, comme ça’ in comparison to the fun they were used to having. For the sake of keeping her nose clean (boring promise to her familia, really) -- Lola’s avoided any excessive amounts of trouble or drama. Today, however, she was given her first, real listing at her aunt’s brokerage. A privilege, no doubt. To earn her own money and -- make a decent, sizable commission, if one will. Isla, Lola’s aunt, had warned her though, not to go check out the property alone. Especially not, at this hour when the landscapers were still there, close to leaving and she was seemingly a defenseless woman against them. But Lola being Lola, didn’t listen. Not fully, anyway. She didn’t come alone, for long. She had actually texted River thirty minutes prior, urging him to come meet her for a party she was hosting at the location she pinned him. The guest list included only him and her. Seeing as he was the only invite, of course. But, should he not show, the offer would expire in an hour and be given to someone else. At this rate, he had half of that time left to make an appearance. And quite honestly, Lola was getting impatient. Yet, she forced herself to stay calm in spite and wait, while the last of the sun’s rays kissed her milky smooth skin as she laid out under it by the pool, pretending she was back in Spain. She could only imagine what the weather was like there in May. Beautiful, she supposed. Though, not as beautiful as her.

With another impromptu look at her phone, Lola gave an irritated, unladylike, growl as she got up and headed back inside the home. In her ploy to lure River there, she’d conveniently left out the fact that this place didn’t actually belong to her. In fact, it belonged to her new sellers. So any shenanigans that took place inside the humble abode by those truly, would be in the comfort and rush of another person’s home as opposed to their own.

“Took you long enough,” Lola refrained from turning around to greet him after he eventually emerged. Having concluded he was undeserving of her excitement in the moment. Mostly because he’d taken his sweet ass time just to materialize there behind her. She didn’t have to see him to know he was the one standing there idly, infringing on her personal space. River, was often this force she could recognize from across the room, like a magnet drawn to another magnet. Someone, she felt herself dangerously craving more times than she cared to admit (or count). “What do you think of the view, it’s nice huh?” Lola was referring to the landscape from the master room’s balcony, overlooking the back patio. Yet, when she’d spoken, she intentionally popped her hip, drawing attention to her assets as she leaned half her upper body weight against the railing while peering down below. “Doesn’t compare to the architecture of Bursa or Madrid. But, I don’t think anything else ever could. Home is home.” It was in that moment that she’d finally turned around to face him, letting her hands glide across the railing as she stretched her arms out, mimicking an angel spreading her wings and enticing her foe, the devil, to come out and play. If she was lucky, he’d pluck those wings from her shoulders and drag her straight back to hell where he ruled. Or was it... heaven? It’s been days now, she almost forgot what he tasted like. Besides, it wasn’t like her diet was strictly limited to just him anymore. A new place meant a lot more new playthings. Therefore, she got many confused.