#brcght

     “Come in,” Lara grumbled with a huff, hiding her face as she noticed the various men with cameras waiting down at the walls of her garden with cameras. Slamming over the large, wooden door to her manor behind Frank a deep huff left her lips, wiping a hand over her face. “Have you worked out a way to help me out of this?” As she spoke the female nodded her head and expected her lawyer to follow behind her, leading the male to her office. Shutting over the door she decided to keep the privacy from her staff that lived in her manor; some of the only people who believed she was innocent. “Take a seat,” she commanded as she pointed at one of the two leather chairs before her desk, moving opposite side of the desk as she sat in her own chair. “I’ve been completely stressed about all of this, especially since I’m actually innocent. Are you really as good as everyone says you are? Are you better than your father?” Leaning forward onto the desk the female rested both of her arms onto the wood as she leaned in closer to the male, another sigh escaping her lips. “I spoke to him and he said you’d be better for the job, but aren’t you a little young? My life is in your hands, think about this.”

      “only the best for my girl,” he says as he’s sat in the quaint dress shop in new york’s garment district. he wanted aphrodite to be the star at her senior prom, because you only get one. his was spent with a bimbo his parents set him up with and a flask full of vodka. anything rhett could do to make this night magical would be done in a heartbeat. he eyes the shop attendants holding the many options for dresses just outside the dressing room. “anytime you’re ready, princess.” his tone is nothing but lighthearted as he sits back, excited to see what his girlfriend comes out in next. 

      it’s hard to so much as go out without getting a flood of reminders that she may never get what she wants. she loves poseidon, she does. more than anything. but his assurances that one day they’ll have a child of their own is beginning to slip further and further from her reach. earthen hues are focused in on a small family on the other side of the café. she reaches over the table for his hand, setting her own over it before interlocking their fingers. “what would you want to name a little girl?” she asks, genuinely curious. evangeline’s been mapping out the perfect baby names since high school, but she loved discussing little details like this with him. watching him get excited over being a dad melted her heart in her very chest. 

      “you’re a cute one,” sonja cooed as she knelt down on the muscular males couch, tilting her head as her eyes trailed over his large frame. “you’re the one who begged for a demon girl, aren’t you? you sounded desperate.” as she spoke the females eyes trailed away from the male as they glanced around the apartment, turning back to the male with a smirk. “nice place, by the way. i had a look while you were gone out earlier. your boxer collection is impressive, you’ve got a nice taste.” the blond noted sweetly as one of her hands fell to rest against brisbane’s muscular thighs, her fingers grazing lightly over the material of his jeans. “so, why were you so desperate for a girl like me, big guy?”

      massey downed the shot before him before making a screwed up face, setting the glass down in front of him. clearing his throat before releasing a small couch the male looked at the female before him. ❝ you know when i tell you about my breakups that doesn't mean you drag me to the nearest bar every chance you get... i'm capable of having movie nights in. ❞ the words came out teasingly because anyone who knew massey knew that he wasn't the night in kind of guy.

                   ‘      my  heart  wants  to  feel  yours  beating   ..    i  wanna  leave  my  red  lipstick  on your  neck.    ’   

       ‘ look at who the wind brought in, what in the world are you doing here? ’ this was not what wyatt wanted to see at his father’s gala, his ex-girlfriend. little did he WANT to be here but had to pretend to be the perfect son right beside the elder greenwood and his sister, emmelie. of course with a room of hundreds of people, maybe his father won’t see the familiar individual but he could spot her like a hawk. things between the both of them ended... well, let’s leave that up to others imagination. of course, he told others it was a mutual break up but there was more behind it. not only did the break up hurt him a bit, which is a surprise, but it only made him fight hard for exposing the truth of his father and not letting anyone else in. his blue orbs grew old looking at her, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was trying to figure out what might be up her sleeve that lead her to even get inside of this party tonight. ‘ i’m not happy to see you but there’s no surprise there. ‘