#betterxthexsecondxtime

Since his encounter with the mouthy brunette in the bar, Christian had struggled to keep his mind of her and the way that she bent so willingly to his will, so eagerly dropping the bratty attitude when he began to touch her. It was intoxicating, that was for sure and he soon enough found himself seeking her out more often. Testing her patience, her ability to obey and listen to orders...it was all so fascinating to him. 

So, that night after a long day at the office and needing to unwind and let loose of some tension he found himself calling her and inviting her over. Leaving his dress shirt on and tucked into pants, his tie was discarded on the table top and his sleeves rolled to his elbows, staring out at the city from his window as he sipped at a whiskey, a wicked grin at his lips as he heard the door bell. 

Opening the door, he kept the smirk firmly in place as he looked at her, eyes glinting with amusement as his gaze flickered over her body. “About time you got here, I was starting to get impatient..”

Morgan was reeling from the fact that her sister was at Arcadia, the news causing the brunette to flee once more. It was for Riley’s own safety, she’d told herself, she couldn’t have Riley too close, not when she was still stuck under the shadow of what she’d done prior to coming to Arcadia, the years between when she’d left New Orleans and landed in Copenhagen full of deceit, lies, law breaking. 

She had a few regrets by leaving, that was for sure. Missing out on some of the guests that had been fun, friends that she’d made. But it was for everyones’ safety really. A lie she knew that she’d believe one day, eventually. She hoped. 

So, here she was. New identity (for now), new start. Or she was trying to. The island was beautiful, and it was unknown. She was anonymous, or so she thought. Wandering through one of the street markets, she came to a halt as she recognised the blonde. “Holy shit.” she muttered, “Hi sexy, of all the places huh?”