#interracialstories

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.

She wanted to smack herself.

However, Makina couldn't deny the way her body seemed to react to what had happened that night. While she may have felt embarrassed by what she did, she couldn't front like it wasn't the sexiest shit she had ever experienced.

Even now she found herself squeezing her thighs together for some type of friction. It was ridiculous the control Jungkook had over her already. And seeing him around campus made it no better.

Jungkook however seemed unfazed. The man had made no attempt to even try to question Makina on why she was acting funny, in fact, he acted as if she never existed. If he were to see her around, he made no effort to acknowledge it and Makina wasn't quite sure how felt about that. She may have been ignoring him but to see him act as though she was completely invisible just didn't sit right with her.

"Fuck him," She mumbles to herself with a roll of her eyes. "He isn't that damn fine,"

"Who isn't?"

Upon hearing a familiar voice behind her, Makina whipped around with a bored look on her face. "You," She replies after a few seconds.

Jungkook smiled in return, leaning against the bookshelf. "You only say that because you're mad at yourself,"

"Why would I possibly be mad sir?" Makina shoots back sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist.

"Mad because you can't stop thinking about me and probably because of what happened that night," He states matter of factually. "Which is crazy in my opinion because I regret nothing,"

"Yeah? Well, that's you. I know better," For the life of her, Makina couldn't figure out why she did what she did so easily. She had never acted like that before in her life until she met him.

Jungkook stared at her for a few seconds as her face morphed along with every emotion that she was currently feeling. He was aware that she had been going out of her way to stay away from him and he in return chose to respect it. However, he could no longer resist not talking to her. His mind wouldn't let him.

"Then I suggest you get over it because we made a deal remember? I'm yours now,"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, taken back by his boldness once more.

Standing up to his full height, Jungkook moved toward Makina until he invaded her personal space. "You heard me Makina. We're far from being done,"

Makina stared up at him as she ignored the throb in between her thighs. She knew for a fact her pussy was leaking at this point. How could he be so submissive yet dominant at the same time confused her? "Stop running from me," He tells her, watching Makina place her hands on his chest in an attempt to have some type of space between them.

"And if I don't? Then what?"

It was the fact that Makina had no clue of the door she opened when she decided to approach Jungkook that day. The beautiful woman didn't know how much of her world would be turned upside down once she told him what she wanted. That the moment their lips met, she had sealed her fate.

"Be honest with me Makina. You've never wanted someone so badly until you met me, am I right?" He questions, fully aware of what her answer would be. "That's why you run because you're afraid you'll crave me too much,"

In defeat, Makina closed her eyes, releasing a breath through her nose as realization finally set in. He was right. If she could be in this man's skin she would be. She wanted so badly for him to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her as she deserves.

He made her want to do the nasty things imaginable and it drove her crazy.

"Look at me mommy..."

Jungkook watched Makina bite her lip at his words before she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "You do magic don't you?" She chuckles to herself, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. The sexual attention them was almost mind blogging to Makina. In a way, she is almost scared to let go and allow Jungkook to help her fulfill every fantasy she's had. Scared that she'll be stuck on this man like gorilla glue.

For a second, Jungkook smiled down at her just before his lips found hers, leading her into a kiss that made her instantly melt into him. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in a way that had Makina weak in the knees. Even when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, she felt as if Jungkook was trying to snatch her soul with his lips alone.

He shouldn't be kissing her like this. Not as intimate and intense as he was. Did he want her obsessed with him?

"Come on," He instructs breathlessly once he pulled away from her. Makina said nothing, letting him take her to wherever he had in mind, her assignment long forgotten.

They walked until Jungkook found a section furthest in the back of the library that was dimly lit and shielding them away from wandering eyes. He wasted no time trapping Makina between him a single table that was hidden behind a bookshelf.

"Take them off," He softly demands, tugging up her maxi dress until it bunched around her waist. "Please,"

It was the neediness in his voice that had her moving at the speed of light to do what he asked. Taking her panties and putting them in his pocket, Jungkook lifted her up and gently sat her on top of the table as he stood between her legs. "I didn't bring any protection..." He trails off, leaving room for her to say no in case she didn't want things to progress further.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," She instantly replies back as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down until his dick was free. "Fuck me,"

Removing his shirt, Jungkook wasted no time pulling her closer to the table's edge and opening Makina's leg wider while she leaned back on her forearms. "We have to be quiet," He warns, using the tip of his dick to move up and down her coated lips, slightly pushing past them to tease at her clit.

Makina simply nodded, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet. However, the task proved to be almost impossible once he aligned with her opening and slowly pushed inside her, making her close her eyes tightly.

"Don't do that," He sexily hisses, feeling her walls grip around him the further he went. There was no doubt his fingers would leave a mark on the back of her thighs with how tightly he held them but he couldn't help it. She was so damn wet and warm that Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

His eyes remained on her as he pulled out and slid back in, focusing on the way her head dropped back each time he entered her. The sound of her wetness filled the air around him as he picked up his rhythm, snapping his hips at an angle that pulled a grunt from his opened mouth.

He didn't understand why she felt as good as she did. Her sleek walls pulsated around his dick so deliciously that it was driving him almost insane. The type of pleasure he felt being inside of Makina was borderline earth-shattering. So much so that he couldn't stop his soft cries from slipping past his lips.

Gripping at his forearms, Makina opened her legs wider, letting Jungkook go even deeper causing her to let out a moan louder than she intended. "It's so hard..." She shutters with need, feeling him watch her much gratification. He felt nothing short of ecstasy, so much so that Makina wanted to cry out to the world how good he was making her feel.

The way her pussy welcomed each stroke, coating him with essence. He fucked into her just right, rolling and working his fluid hips with determination. "Shit Makina," He whines, picking up momentum. "You're about to me cum deep inside you,"

"Do it," Makina chokes out, the pressure to her gut becoming more intense. "It's yours Kookie...it's all yours," Her voice lowly quivered. From the way his dick filled and stretched her out to his dark eyes staring back at her with such ferocity, Makina knew she was about to peak and Jungkook could feel it.

"Then let go mommy," He urged in a voice much deeper and dulcet than usual. "Cum all over this dick for me,"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Jungkook reached between them to apply pressure to her clit. "Fuck Kookie, stop...stop!" She pleaded with desperation but he refused to let up and instead went harder, fucking her more intensely. In seconds, her vision blurred and her eyes became teary-eyed as her body trembled beneath him.

Makina attempted to quiet down her moans by slapping her hand over her mouth but it only muffled so much. The way his hips smacked against the back of her thighs made it no better. "I'm right there...shit Makina...shit," Jungkook groans against her lips as he leaned over her before pulling away and out of her, letting his seed spill onto the floor at his feet.

Their harsh breathing mingled together, filling the silence around them and for a few minutes neither said a word until Jungkook calmed down enough to say words that made Makina's eyes buck.

San was feeling impatient and patient all at once. He was willing to just pull her panties down and bury himself deep within her right against his front door, yet he wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her. To cherish her like she deserves to be.

Regardless of what he wanted, this night wasn't about him. Whatever she needed he would provide. Whether she wanted it rough and nasty or slow and sensual, or all four all in one night, he was hers to use as her heart desired.

Interlocking her hands with his, he kissed her deeply, as if the two have always been lovers. And that shook Talayeh so much but she refused to pull away. It all felt too...right. Too real.

Running his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer to him. His action catching her by surprise as she gasped, allowing his tongue to taste her own, making her go weak in the knees.

"San...wait..." She panted, forcing herself away from him. Their harsh breathing mingled together when he placed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to settle down a bit.

"We don't have to do this." He reassured her, moving her hair from her face to see it better.

Talayeh bit her bottom lip, letting her head fall back, trying to get herself together. Her false eyelashes brushed against the tops of her cheeks until she looked back at San, who stood watching her curiously.

Taking her hand, she palmed his face, not believing that he was real and that this whole situation was one she made up in her mind. His skin was as soft as she imagined it to be, almost making her believe that he just had to be sculpted by the Lord himself.

He seemed almost unreal, even though he was standing right in front of her.

Just looking at him made her want to be devoured by him. She wanted his lips to kiss her in places no other man has bothered to kiss. To taste her essence like it was the sweetest and juiciest fruit he'd ever eat. To take his hands and caress her skin, hold her close as he fucked her like she was the woman of his desires.

She felt like it was too much, however, San was never one to back down from a challenge of any sort.

"Take me to your room." She softly tells him, squeezing his hands to lead the way. As much as it thrilled her to be ravished right where she stood, she wanted to be comfortable, plus the heels she was wearing were beginning to hurt.

San walked her up a flight of stairs where a set of double doors were waiting as soon as they made it to the top. His bedroom was revealed looking clean, although seeming so unlived in, like the rest of his place that she has seen so far.

She assumed he had some type of wealth based off the car he drove alone but once she saw his modern chic styled home, her assumptions were confirmed. That shit definitely wasn't cheap, especially in California.

"I don't sleep much." He told her as she ran her fingers across his neatly done bed.

"I don't either." She smiled, looking at him over her shoulder. "Come here." She beckoned with her long nails.

In three long strides, he was standing in front of her. His eyes never leaving hers as he used one of his hands to unzip the back of her dress. He watched as she tugged it past her hips and pool at her heeled feet.

Though he had been in situations like this plenty of times before, he knew without a doubt that this was much more different than the rest. And so was the woman standing in front of him.

It wasn't as if this was her first time being exposed in front of a man before but it was definitely the first one who had looked at her in the manner San was right now. It was more than a gaze filled with lust.

He looked upon her like the exquisite masterpiece that she was.

Talayeh bit into her bottom lip when his thumb brushed past her nipple, making her body shiver by his simple touch.

Since the dress she wore needed no bra, she decided to go out without it tonight. She almost wanted to pat herself on the back for making such a good call.

Standing in her designer five-inch heels and a pair of grey strappy panties, she looked edible and he planned to taste her more than once before they parted ways.

He was hoping that she didn't expect this to be over in a matter of minutes because he wanted rounds until she tells him enough is enough.

"Tell me what you want." He says, his husky tone brushing past her lips as he leaned down placing a kiss on them.

She moaned lowly once he started to kiss her neck, pulling her closer to him. She smelt and felt so good in his arms as if it was where she was meant to be.

"Treat me as if you love me." She tells him, not caring how ridiculously she may have sounded.

If she was going to be in the presence of a man such as him, she was going to take advantage.

San moved back to look her in the eyes. "You're asking me for something dangerous. I hope you realize that." It wasn't that he didn't want to do what she wanted, more as he knew that she wasn't aware of the door that she was opening.

This night wasn't going to end as a one night stand with them going their separate ways after if he crossed that line.

"I don't care, please. I need this." She begged, ripping his shirt open, ignoring the buttons that flew in different directions. Her hands moved over his abs and up his exposed chest, admiring his hard work.

Damn.

Smirking at her neediness, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping her movements. The bulge in his slacks becoming harder to ignore the longer she touched him.

"Lay back." He instructed, letting her go so she could do what he asked.

Moving until she was in the middle, Talayeh laid back against his bed, almost molding into the softness of his mattress.

He waited until her eyes found his when he begins to undress, removing his ruined shirt, along with his suit jacket. Tossing the discarded items on the floor, he slipped out of his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched the way she clenched her thighs together as he pants dropped, with his briefs following close behind.

Talayeh's eyes widened a bit at his size, not expecting him to be so...thick.

Her pussy seemed to throb as she looked him over from head to toe. She couldn't find a flaw even if she wanted to.

It was unfair how one man was this damn perfect.

"Open your legs for me." He tells her, skimming his fingertips across her soft thighs until she spread them wide enough for him to place himself between them.

His lips found hers in a heated kiss that made her head swim. It was so much more intense than the one before which spoke volumes because even that one took her by surprise. His lips were soft and so demanding as they moved fiercely against hers.

She clung onto him, pulling him until their chest met. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed against her abdomen. She was almost scared to have him inside of her, especially since it's been a few months since her last encounter.

Forcing himself from her mouth, he moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking wherever he could, earning soft moans while he left his mark on her skin.

He left a trail of kisses across her collarbone until he reached the top of her breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he immediately attached his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to move around her areola.

San came close to her nipple only to move away, teasing her with anticipation every time. It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. He continued his sweet torture, enjoying the powerful effect he had on her. When he felt her patience wearing thin, he allowed his tongue to move over her hardened bud, taking it between his teeth and tugged, sending a shock through Talayeh.

"Ohhh," She sighed breathily. The mixture of pain and pleasure doing something to her mentally.

She had never wanted a man so badly before.

Her fingers ran through his silky locks, pulling him closer to her chest after he lifted his head to give her other breast the same attention.

Once San felt satisfied, he moved down to her stomach, stopping right above the place she needed him to attend to the most.

So to say that she was disappointed when his ass skipped right over it and straight to her thighs would be an understatement.

"Stop playing with me, San."

He laughed a bit, placing kisses down her legs, even a few on her feet once he removed her heels. His fingers massaged into her flesh, caressing parts of her body that his hands could reach. It was as if he had read her mind, doing the things she desired.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, he slipped them down her legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him. Her lips were swollen, with a glint of liquid trickling between her folds. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he was the cause of it.

In a way Talayeh felt a bit embarrassed by how insanely wet she was and being so exposed in front of him while San's eyes took her in, taking mental photos of how beautiful she looked in this moment.

Her shapely frame, the softness of her skin, the nice thickness of flesh he would enjoy gripping as the night went on.

But it was her face he appreciated the most.

As she laid in front of him with her hair sprawled around her, her eyes on him, lips slightly parted, she looked so damn gorgeous and nothing short of what he imagined a goddess would be.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, giving her a chance to back out before he got down to business. Even after the sun rises, he was going to cherish her as if she was the love of his life, taking her to places he knew she had never reached before.

She smiled, brushing his hair back from his eyes to see them more clearly. "Yes."

The words barely left her mouth when she felt his tongue push past her folds, sweeping across the warm flesh, tasting her essence with one long lick.

Placing his tongue on her clit, he began to flick away at her sensitive bud. Talayeh quivered, her body jolting as she released a breathy moan.

San licked and tasted and sucked, making it grow with his ministrations. She could feel herself slowly starting to lose it when he decided to thrust his tongue inside of her. She withered underneath him, gripping his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her fevered moans turned him on, fueling him while he devoured her.

Her words seemed to come out in jumbles when he stiffened his tongue, moving in and out of her heat. Shuddering when he rolled it over her clit once more, leaving Talayeh almost dumbfounded. She had never experienced this type of pleasure from a man's tongue alone. It was almost unruly how skilled he was.

"Goddamn San," She voiced, rolling her hips against his mouth.

She felt so helpless underneath him as the sounds of him lapping her juices filled her ears, sending a wave of lust through her. He tasted her like a dying man in need.

His movements slowed down, allowing the tip of his tongue to trace around her erect clit as he stared up at her with those smoldering eyes of his. She was close and he knew it but he wouldn't allow her the type of satisfaction that she was so desperate to reach.

"Please, keep going." She wined, trying to push his head closer for more friction but he refused to budge. The mumble of his chuckle causing her to gasp.

"Please what?" He pulled back to ask before flicking his tongue wildly against her, then slowing down, driving Talayeh crazy. He toyed with her, giving her long licks, only to switch up the speed once again. Pushing her thighs back further, making his tongue go deeper into her. Her hips would buck at his movements as she let out cries filled with both frustrations and need.

"Shit, make me cum, please baby." Her eyes were pleading with him, filled with so much passion that he had no choice but to oblige.

San forcefully tongued her, showing no signs of stopping. The sensation was so thoroughly gratifying and intense, that Talayeh felt as though she wouldn't be able to take it. She moaned loudly, withering in pure bliss. "Oh my fu-, yes, yes, just like that." She chanted in broking cries.

All it took was him sucking her clit harshly, giving her that right mixture to push her over the edge to her climax. Her thighs tightened around his head as she shook, her back lifting off his mattress. Even with his face covered in her juices, he still didn't stop, making sure to lap up her nectar. Only stopping when she pushed him away because of how sensitive he making her.

Pulling back, he wiped his shiny face clean using his hand. "I can't taste you just once tonight Talayeh." He told her, knowing his tongue was going taste her until she was raw.

"Good because I need to experience that again." She praised him, especially after that climax he blessed her with.

Reaching for his bedside table, he pulled out a few condoms, tossing them on the bed because he planned to use plenty. She eyed him nervously as he tore one open, sliding the latex over his dick. He had the perfect length, however, it was his girth that had her worried.

"Relax, I'll go slow." He reassured her after taking in her facial expression. Women always ran from him during sex because of what he was working with. He knew exactly how to use it and that made San even more dangerous than he already was.

Talayeh smiled at him wearily, relaxing against the bed. Her hands gripped at his biceps when he hovered over her.

San could tell that she was still nervous, though she tried to hide it. Placing a kiss on her lips, he moved to her neck, licking the vein, distracting her enough to guide himself into her. He was thankful that she was still soaked, making it easier as she slid deeper. The tightness of her pussy made it difficult for him to not just thrust as he wanted.

"Shit Layeh," He groaned against her lips, stopping until he couldn't go any further.

She gasped as he pulled out slowly before sinking into her again, repeating the movement until she adjusted to his size.

Slipping his tongue between her lips, he kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste what was remained of her on him. Her breathes quicken while he drew her in with passion, stalling his hips momentarily. Their tongues moved against each other, dancing to a song that they only knew.

There were so many things San planned to do to her body tonight, so much he wanted to try too. All the positions he was going to put her in, not to mention that his bed wasn't going to be the only place he would have her. He was going to work and taste every part of her, to show her just how beautiful and desirable she truly was.

She was going to know what its like to be treasured.

Wrapping her arms securely around his back, she held onto him as he buried himself balls deep into her, starting them out at a steady pace that had her toes curling. He watched her face change each time he entered her, her low moans becoming louder each time.

"Mmmm," She cooed, slightly digging her nails into his back.

His room began to fill with their heavy breathing, as he started to pick up speed. The sound of his hips smacking against the back of her thighs created the infamous sound of sexual lust that was being created.

Each time his dick pushed past her tight walls, he groaned, finding it difficult to keep quiet because he wanted to hear her instead.

Talayeh choked out a sob when he pulled all the way out, only to deliver a slow, yet powerful thrust, repeating the same move continuously. Each time he sank into her, his hips bucked harder making her breasts bounce wildly. She took each stroke, whimpering with undeniable pleasure.

Their gazes locked in a heated stare. He had been paying attention every time her beautiful face contorted, knowing how and when to move to get a certain reaction.

Placing her legs over his shoulder, allowed him to go even deeper, making Talayeh's eyes widen at the wave of pleasure she just experienced. "Oh fuck!" She wailed, trying her best not to just push him away.

When he began to move faster, building a steady rhythm, her walls clenched around him as her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You feel so good like this," He spoke sexily in her ear, leaving her pulsating.

Moving away, he leaned down, taking a breast into his mouth, his pace never faltering. He worked his dick inside of her like he owned it and right now, he did. He switched up his movements, going slow and hitting her spot with his deep strokes, then suddenly picking up speed, absolutely killing her pussy in such a delicious manner.

She had surrendered herself to him long ago, letting him take over and do as he pleased. Talayeh was left high in the clouds, her mind in shambles at what he was doing to her.

The level of passion between them was off the charts. San knew that there was no way he was going to let her slip past him, not after this, not after the way she was making him feel.

As he felt her body tighten around him, her moans grew louder. She was close, he could sense it. He worked his hips with practiced measure, making sure to hit her spot constantly. His chest glistened with sweat as he leaned back to sit on the heel of his feet, delivering Talayeh with powerful thrusts, holding her legs up in place.

Talayeh hissed, gripping at his bedsheets. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." She cried, closing her eyes tightly. She felt as he titled his hips in an upward position, prolonging her orgasm to last much longer. His movements didn't let up, leaving her body trembling as she coated the condom with her cream, that no one has made her produce before.

Pushing her legs apart, he leaned over, slowing his hips but not pausing completely. He placed soft kisses all over her face, before making it to her lips. "You good?" He chuckled softly.

Weakly nodding her head, she rubbed the side of his face once he pulled back. "But you didn't cum though." She hummed when he rolled his hips, surprised that he didn't release after the work he just put in.

"You can leave Juli, no one is keeping you here," Mia smartly reminds her, allowing her eyes to settle on her younger sister once more. Her beautiful features reminded her so much of their deceased mother.

Releasing a humorless laugh through her nose, Julianna bawled up her fist in frustration. "You and Aubrey are all I have left. If I leave, you know I won't be allowed to come back. I'm not you Mia. I actually think before I make decisions that could affect me in the long run,"

Julianna knew she could just pack her things and never look back but it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever was with the type of man her sister chose to marry. If there was one thing that Julianna has come to know about Adonis in the four years that her sister has been with him was that he loved being in control. The power that he had over Mia was almost nauseating. She was his own personal puppet to use at his will and Julianna hated it.

"Look, I get that you don't like him but he's a part of this family now. I love him, Juli, I really do. Just...let me be happy. Please," Mia pleaded, wishing that for once Julianna would finally accept reality. "I need you here and so does Aubrey," She added knowing how much Julianna loved her niece.

"Happy? How can you be happy with the person who to-"

"Stop!" Mia quickly rushed out. "Don't....please," She pleaded with watery eyes. The words that were about to leave her sister's mouth were the absolute last words she wanted to hear, especially today. "Why can't you just be happy for me Juli? I'm finally getting the happy ending I deserve,"

Julianna could only shake her head. Mia was so lost.

How that man managed to manipulate and wrap her mind into believing he actually gave a fuck about her or their daughter was beyond what Julianna could comprehend because it literally made no fucking sense.

"The day you say I do to him...he will never let you go," Julianna made sure to heavy emphasis on the word never because it was true. Adonis was a powerful businessman, an angry and money-hungry businessman.

And her sister just handed him her soul for the sake of a false fairytale that would never exist as long as she would remain his doormat.

"And that's what I want. There's nothing else out there for me...he made sure of that. Remember?" Mia reminds her as her frown deepens even more. "I literally have nowhere else to go and neither do you,"

With every word her sister spoke, Julianna could feel her anger level rise. The hostility she felt towards her last flesh and blood shouldn't have been like this nor run this deep. "How could I? You made the choice for me..."

Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Julianna turned and walked away, ignoring her name being called. The skies above her seemed to darken even more, almost seeming to mimick how she was feeling.

Life has been so unfair and she hated being here living it.

Happiness wasn't a feeling she had the pleasure of experiencing too much of if any at all.

Misery was her best friend.

All she wanted was a sense of peace. Even if it was temporary she would cherish it while she could.

Soon Julianna found herself walking along the slightly busy streets with no real destination in mind as long as it was far away from her sister and her new fiancé. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach.

Being too deep into her own thoughts, Julianna ignored the light rain that hit against her skin until a heavy rainfall seemed to come out of nowhere, pulling her from her thoughts almost immediately. "Shit!" she huffed, running as quick as she could in her heeled covered feet to get out of the rain.

In seconds she was drenched and eventually found refuge by standing under a random building entryway. She found herself silently cussing at forgetting her phone and her purse back at the restaurant. Now she was stuck with no way to call anyone to come to get her.

Julianna wasn't sure how long she stood there, watching as the heavy rain hit against the pavement. Her mind was in somewhat of a daze that she didn't even notice a figure standing little ways from her until they decided to let their presence known.

"I thought I warned you about being alone?" Spoke a familiar voice that caused Julianna to almost jump out of her skin.

"What the fuck?!" She screeched, taking a step back as she eyed the smirking man beside her.

"You're soaking," Jaehyun observes, looking over her wet hair and clothes. "Did you not leave the house without an umbrella?" He questions, holding up his own.

"I didn't plan for a walk, so no, I didn't bother to grab one,"

Jaehyun hummed in response. "Do you need a ride home?" He offers, seeing that she also seemed to not have any of her personal items on her. It didn't take much to put two and two together.

"Thanks but I'll be ok. The rain will stop soon," She declines, folding her arms to keep herself from shivering.

"You have my word Julianna, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help," He just finished having dinner when he stepped out and spotted her standing alone. He didn't even think of how much of a coincidence that he saw her again but he wasn't going to question it.

Looking at Jaehyun, Julianna thought about how odd it was that he was nearby. She didn't think he was stalking her or anything but the fact that they both were at the same place at the same time made her brain hurt.

"Okay," She finally agrees, knowing her options were limited. "Lead the way,"

Opening up his umbrella, Jaehyun held out his free hand and waited for Julianna to grab ahold of it before he led the way back across the street and towards a sleek BMW. Opening the passenger side door, he helped Julianna inside and ran to his side, quickly sliding inside before tossing the umbrella in the backseat.

Taking a quick glance at Julianna, Jaehyun saw her visibly shiver causing him to immediately switch on the heat to give her some sort of comfort. "Thank you," She tells him, giving him a small smile as their eyes met, He was being so kind and she appreciated it greatly.

"Of course," Jaehyun nods in return. "Do you mind if I...." He trails off, pointing at the seatbelt indicating what he meant.

Julianna gave him a knowing look but sat back and allowed him to do what he asked. She watched as he leaned towards her and reached for the seatbelt, giving her a whiff of his masculine scent for a few seconds before moving away to buckle her in.

Out of habit, Julianna licked her lips once he was done, feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in her stomach at something so small. "So where am I going?" He asks, putting his own seatbelt on and push-starting his car.

For a brief moment, Julianna really took the time to just take him in. Everything from his red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black slacks he wore, the shoes on his feet to the watch on his wrist looked expensive. He looked expensive. Even when her eyes moved towards his face, a face that was nothing short of perfection, she felt so out of place seating next to him.

"Julianna..." And his voice...it was like a sweet symphony she knew she'd never get tired of hearing.

Blinking, Julianna snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed at what had just occurred. "I-..." She begin, cutting her words short realizing that she really didn't want to go back home where she knew her sister and her owner would be waiting.

Sensing her hesitancy, Jaehyun assumed it was because she didn't want him to know where she lived but that couldn't be the furthest from the truth. "I could get you a room for the night, if that's what you prefer," He offers, wanting her to at least be somewhere comfortable.

"I know what you're thinking but that's not why. I just...I just don't want to go home tonight and...I don't want to be alone either," She confesses, hoping he'd catch what she was hinting at. Lately, she hasn't been in the mood to be around anyone she knew. In fact, she wished she could just get away for a while. She needed it.

Like Julianna, for the first time since she got into the car, Jaehyun took the time to really look her over. And just like the night they met, she was just as beautiful. Except now, she was all wet which caused the dress she wore to fit snugly against her moist skin. Making her look a little bit more sensual than usual.

"I see," He voices, picking up what she meant. "Is there anything you need before we go?"

"Besides clothes, no," She chuckles softly, not believing the choices she's been making. For all she knew this man could be a killer. But in her defense, she's been living with one already.

Julianna watched Jaehyun smile as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to whoever he was talking to. "I got it handled. Are you ready?"

She could tell by his face how tired he truly was and with it being late, she saw no point in sending him back to the dorms. "I guess I'll believe you but next time, just text me in advance,"

Hyunjin smiled a bit, lifting his hand towards her lips causing Subria to freeze by his unexpected movement. "I will," He agrees, using his thumb to wipe away a bit of frosting in the corner of her mouth.

Subria watched him lick it clean, knowing fully well what little game he playing at. "How are the boys? I know you guys been working hard for another comeback soon," She chooses to ask instead, walking past him and into the kitchen with him trailing close behind.

"They're fine. We were happy just to be back home after the tour," Hyunjin knew that none of them were expecting to get so homesick when they were away. It was something that they would have to learn to cope with for future tour dates in even more cities and countries that they all hoped to visit one day.

"I see. Just give a bit more time. Being away like that will take while getting used to, trust me." She advises from her own personal experience of moving to a completely different country halfway across the world. It's only been a year but every day she misses a lot of things from back home in Georgia.

Hyunjin nods and leans against the counter as Subria started to clean up the small mess she made. "How have you been though, Noona? I missed you while I was away,"

Subria looked at him over her shoulder. "I noticed by all the text and video messages you sent me which were cute by the way," Everyday he sent her something, regardless of the time differences. With him being so photogenic, he always made sure to snap a selfie or two just for her to exclusively have for her own viewing. It made her happy seeing how happy he seemed traveling to different places, experiences different things that he's mentioned being interested in.

"In which, we need to talk about one video in particular and I know you know which one that I'm talking about too," She brings up once she placed her unfinished piece of cake back into the closed container before turning around to face him.

"What video? They were all innocent," He defends, playing the innocent roll perfectly and if Subria didn't know him as she did, it would have worked on her but she knew better.

"Nuh uhh. Don't pull that shit on me, Hyunjin. I can see right through it. You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent it. Stop playing with me," Placing her hands on her hips, she tried to seem upset with him but just like she knew him, he knew her. Clearly, she wasn't as mad about it as she trying to perceived to be.

Taking a step in her direction, Hyunjin took a second to allow his eyes to wander over her from head to toe, taking special notice of her choice of attire. The red boy shorts, in particular, holding most of his attention. It was probably his favorite color against her skin tone.

"It was a little lip bite, Noona," He simply brushes off, although he was fully aware he had done much more than that.

Subria rolled her eyes, ignoring the way he was beginning to look at her. "Lies. You did more than that by putting your hand in places where it shouldn't be," The video was only twenty seconds long, but it was long enough to make her mind go to a place she tried hard not to venture down.

"But I always lay like that in bed, you know that," With Jisung being out of the room to go get food, he was bored when the idea to tease Subria popped into his mind. He could admit that showing a bit of his toned stomach and licking his lips at the camera was just to get a rise out of her but other than that, the video was innocent.

Seeing that he wasn't going to admit to his sneaky ways, Subria shook her head, deciding to let it slide this once. "Fine...but don't anything like that again,"

"Or what, Noona? Were you that affected by what I did?" He taunts, cocking his head to the side. There was something about seeing her squirm he loved to witness. To watch her struggle with herself in an attempt to keep things platonic between them, for the most part, was so amusing at times.

"You're asking as if you already don't know the answer," Whatever plan he had when he sent her that small clip had caused the type of reaction he wanted and he knew it.

Subria has seen many sides of Hyunjin over the last three months that they've known each other. Sad, happy, moody, nervous and everything in between. But for some reason, when he touched or looked at her in a way she knew was more than a friendly manner, it made her feel something different towards him. She liked it but she would never admit it to him anytime soon.

He hummed lowly, eyeing her tiled floors before lifting his gaze back towards her. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Noona..." He trails off, hoping she would catch on to what he was getting at.

"What do you want, Hyunjin?" She softly asks, seeing him suddenly become vulnerable.

Licking his lips, Hyunjin moved closer, taking her hands into his. "You know exactly what I want..."

She had only let that line get crossed a handful of times, and each time it grew into something more. What they had was just suppose to be a friendship but obviously, that shit was changing quicker than she expected.

"Come here," She beckons, pulling the younger male closer to her, moving his arms to wrap them around her waist. With one hand on his back, and the other gripping the back of his neck, Subria could feel him shiver at her unexpected touch as she fought back a smile of approval. "Kiss me,"

It was all Hyunjin needed to hear to have him leaned down and slowly place a quick kiss on her lips, earning a soft giggle from Subria. "Stop...you know how nervous I get," He whines. She was so much more experienced than him when it came to things like this and every time they kissed, he always felt like he fell short though she assured him that he was fine.

Hyunjin wanted to make her feel the exact same he did every time their lips touched...fervent and intimate, almost sacramental. Just like everything about her, it was addicting.

His hands never went lower than her waist for the sake of respect but he needed more. So when he took a chance and carefully slid them lower to firmly grip at the soft roundness of her ass, he watched with fascination at her eyes darkening from his touch.

"Hyunjin..." She weakly warns, though not making a move to stop what he was doing. A low groan fell past her lips when he took it upon himself to give her a squeeze, a noise he wanted to hear more of.

With her lips slightly parted, Hyunjin swooped down and kissed her once more, nervously sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. When she didn't protest, he slipped into her awaiting mouth, finally getting his fill of what she tasted like. She had seemed to mold into him after that, pulling him closer although they were as close to each other as they could get.

Subria allowed him to test uncharted waters, releasing a moan from her chest as their tongues made a dance of their own. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to be this good so quickly. He wasn't supposed to have her craving for more. And he certainly wasn't supposed to have her aching in the most delicate part of her body from a kiss alone.

Her breathing was getting heavy, and her hands had a firm grip on the material of his hoody. Things were getting heavy and she felt it. The moment his lips made contact with her neck she almost lost it. "No...wait a minute," She chokes out, pushing Hyunjin back to stop his assault.

The sight of his flushed face and swollen lips was an image that she knew would plague her dreams tonight. "Slow, Hyunjin...slow. Please don't make me cross that line just yet because I promise you won't be ready," When she agreed to this, she only did it under one condition, that they do things her way. Rushing into it wouldn't teach him anything.

"I know but it's so hard sometimes, Subria," He mumbles, hiding his face inside of her neck, placing little kisses against her skin.

The innocent action had her biting her lip. "L-let's just go to bed, ok?" She stutters, gently moving out of his grasps. "And don't look at me like that," She shyed away, flicking off the lights in the kitchen.

"Look at you like what? Can I not admire the woman I care about now?" He chuckles, following her down the hall towards her bedroom.

"Keep playing and you'll be sleeping on the couch," She declared, pulling back her sheets with Hyunjin doing the same to the other side.

"Why would you do that when we both know how much you love my cuddles?" Hyunjin mentions as he removed his shoes. "What?" He questions, noticing the look that she was giving him. Through curious eyes, he followed her gaze to where she looking at as a slight red hue graced his cheeks when he realized what it was.

"Noona...please stop," He begs, quickly sitting down, letting out a low groan from moving too fast. "Would you mind if I..."

"Go take a cold shower, you'll be fine," She advises, a knowing smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I'll try to stay up and wait for you to return,"

Scurrying to his feet, Hyunjin powerwalked to her bathroom and locked himself inside of it. With his back against the door, he found himself releasing a much-needed breath. He hadn't even realized how much she had affected him until a few seconds ago.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, though it was a normal reaction for any one man to have.

Stripping himself of his clothes, he stepped into the shower and turned the knob to cold water, moaning louder than he intended to when the liquid hit against throbbing appendage.

And Subria heard him as clear as day with her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to sedate her growing arousal.

She was slowly beginning to accept how challenging it was to keep things at the pace they were going. To convince herself daily that this was the right way was becoming exhausting and Hyunjin was constantly testing her boundaries.

Brooklyn made a face, looking away, finding his words suspicious. "How so?" She questioned, pressing for more answers.

"Huey, Dewey, and Louie." He stated simply, hoping she'd get what characters he was referring too.

"You mean like Donald Duck's nephews?" She giggled, once she figured out his reference. 

"So a mischievous group is why she's leaving?""Sadly and the one before has done the same." He revealed. "We've been through two teachers in the last five months and hopefully you're the one for the job." He was hoping, praying that Brooklyn could handle the three little boys who had a habit for tormenting the students and teachers.

"That bad huh?" She smiled to herself as Mr. Torres nodded his head. "If that's the case, I can't wait to meet them." There wasn't much that Brooklyn couldn't handle and if this trio was as bad as he claimed to be, then she was up for a challenge.

Mr. Torres sighed, placing his hands into his pocket. "It's recess, so I'll introduce you to the other two first grade teachers. Follow me." He instructed her, making his way towards his office door.

Grabbing her purse, Brooklyn stepped out first as Mr. Torres opened the door and waited for him to lead the way. "If you ever need anything and I'm not available, just call up to the office and Ms. Allen or Ms. Bell will help you." He informed her, pointing at the women who sat behind the counter smiling at the two of them.

Brooklyn politely waved and continued to follow Mr. Torres out of the front office and down the hall. Her eyes wandered all over the colorful painting that graced the walls that were obviously done by children. Numerous tri-fold boards sat on top of the tables that sat in front of the library about books that the older kids have done reports on. It got her all giddy inside seeing their beautiful minds explore and come to life from all the color and unique ways each board was designed.

"Each hall has different grade levels. Hall A is kindergarten, Hall B is first grade, where your classroom will be located, C is second grade and so forth and so on." He explained, pointing at each hall. "Some even have their own unique names. Like Mr. Graham calls his class the Go-Getters. His students tend to have the best grades."

Brooklyn chuckled at that, taking everything in as they approached the playground. Her eyes immediately landed on a group of what she assumed to be teachers talking among themselves while they kept a close eye on the children.

"Ms. Cole, Mr. Matthews this is Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for Whitney." He introduced everyone, Brooklyn taking notice in the shared look the teachers gave at the mention of Whitney.

The straight raven-haired Asian woman was the first to step up, holding out her hand towards Brooklyn. "You can just call me Jade and this is Ryan." She smiled warmly as both women shook hands. The male beside her eyeing Brooklyn like she was a piece of steak. 

"Don't mind him, he's a bit of a flirt," Jade said, slapping Ryan on the back of the head to snap him out of his daze.

"Brooklyn."

"Where is Whitney by the way?" Mr. Torres asked, looking around for the fiery redhead.

"Here." A soft voice said from behind them. Brooklyn turned away to see a tall, pretty woman with a clearly growing belly. "I was just using the ladies room." She grinned at everyone, her eyes landing on a new face.

"Ms. Stone, meet Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for you."Whitney gave Brooklyn a sympathetic smile, patting her shoulder softly. "Did he tell you about the infamous trio?"

"Yeah. Are they really that bad?" Frowning at everyone as they all nodded their heads, Brooklyn sighed and look towards the playground.

"I wouldn't have resigned if I wasn't six months but dealing with them is too stressful and that's the last thing that I need." She explained, rubbing her growing belly. "Be careful and well aware of everything Ms. Monroe. Those boys are always up to no good."

"We know it may be hard to believe but it's true. What they did to Michelle, the first teacher, was just cruel. They knew she had a fear of spiders. So they decided to get Eric, a 4th-grade teachers class pet and plant it in her desk. The lady was so scared she pissed on herself and ran out of the classroom". Revealed Ryan, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Who exactly is in this little trio?" Brooklyn asked, now more determined than ever. Even if it was just children that they were talking about, she hated bullying. It wasn't cute, especially with little kids.

"The one in the blue checkered shirt is Aiden." Following Whitney's pointing finger, Brooklyn spotted a golden-haired boy who was busy running after another boy on the playground. "The one he's chasing is Isaiah." She added as Brooklyn took in the cute brown-skinned boy with two missing teeth.

"And lastly is their "leader", Jaxson." Ryan chuckled, putting up air quotes on the word leader before pointing at a boy who stood at the top of a spiral slide looking over the rest of the playground. She eyed him, finding it funny how he looked as if he was watching over his kingdom.

"He doesn't look like he'd harm a fly," Brooklyn said out loud. He looked so...innocent.Jade snorted. 

"Yeah, don't let his cuteness get to you. He is the main one you really need to watch out for. It's like he can sense your deepest fears and uses it against you."

As if he knew that he was being talked about, Jaxson's eyes suddenly snapped towards the group of adults almost scaring them, causing him to smile at their reactions. But Brooklyn wasn't fazed one bit and he noticed. 

The two had a stare down for a good minute with neither one refusing to back down.

He almost managed to throw her off when he began to grin at her darkly but Brooklyn was no weak bitch. If this little boy thought he was going to scare her away then he had another thing coming.

And Jaxson was going to push every single button that he could.

It was game on.

_______

It was late when Brooklyn found herself with a cart full of school supplies and junk food at her local Walmart.

She had a habit of doing most of her shopping late at night because it was simply easier that way. Plus fewer people. 

Sporting in the casual attire of a simple red tank top and grey sweats, she walked down the junk food aisle, looking for something to ease her sweet tooth.

When she spotted a family sized bag of Hershey's cookies and creme kisses on the top shelf, her heart did a leap. "Why the fuck would they place it on the top shelf?" she mumbled to herself as she stood on her tippy toes to reach for the bag.

After two tries and failing, she had almost given up until a long arm reached out and grabbed the bag, handing it to her. She smiled, turning to thank whoever when her smile faltered at who it was.

"C-christian?" Her eyes looked him over, finding it bit weird at his perfect timing.

"Peaches." His responded, knowing how much she hated the nickname he had given her.

She was quick to decide that there was no point in telling him the obvious because she knew he was going to call her that no matter what. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked stupidly before catching herself.

Christian smirked, looking around them. "Am I not allowed to enter Walmart?"Brooklyn rolled her eyes, placing her candy into her cart. "You know what I meant."

"Have you forgotten that I like shopping late too?" He reminded her. It was something that the two of them did quite a bit back when they were together.

She placed her hands on her wide hips, thinking that it was still way too suspicious how they ended up in the same aisle at the same time. "Are you stalking me or something? Because if so, y-"

"Don't flatter yourself, love." He rudely interjected. "This was purely coincidental, that I promise you."

Brooklyn bit back the words she wanted to say and chose to turn around and leave him there instead. She was clearly bothered by his choice of words for some reason. He really didn't have to cut her off like that.

'Don't flatter yourself', she mocked in her head. 'Stupid accent head ass'

"Are you really running away from me because of what I said?" He chuckled lowly at her retreating form.

"Considering I don't want to be anywhere near you, yes I am." She said over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks. "You have a nice night Christian."

And with that, she decided if she needed anything else, she'd get it tomorrow. She was partially surprised that he didn't try to stop her. Christian hated when she walked away from him. He always made it clear that if she ever had a problem to address him directly like the grown woman she was.

He wasn't too fond of keeping feelings bottled up.

Once she had paid for her things, she looked around the store, trying to spot him but failed to as she made her exit.

She questioned herself for even wanting to see him again.

But that's how it usually was. She always wanted to see him. Even after their "breakup" she still hoped to see him out in public at least. Although she would never admit that to him.

Popping her trunk open, she placed her numerous bagged items inside, not hearing or seeing Christian walk up behind her. Just as she closed her trunk, she almost jumped out of her skin seeing him standing there.

"What the fuck Christian?! I almost swung on your ass!" She barked, holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart.

"Your reflexes are weak, so I highly doubt that." He stated, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit on purpose.

"Shut up." He didn't have to expose her like that she thought to herself as she pushed the shopping cart into the corral.

"Come with me." He requested softly, holding out his hand for her to take.

Brooklyn eyed his hand, then his face. "No. Now bye." She declined quickly, moving towards the driver side door.

"Stop running from me." This was the third time that she had did this since he had seen her again. 

She ran away when he barely touched her at the club, then inside of Walmart and now as they stood in the parking lot. It was honestly getting on his nerves because she had no reason to be scared of him.

She knew he was the last person to ever hurt her.

"What do you even want from me Christian? I told you that I don't want anything to do with you."

"And I told you that you that I would always want you!" He snapped back. "This front you putting on is childish because I know you baby."

Brooklyn, refusing to listen to him, hit the unlock button on her keychain. "I-i can't do this right now." She stuttered, barely reaching out to open the door before Christian softly grabbed her arm, stopping her.

She faced him, seeing that look on his face that always made her pussy weep with excitement. He tugged on her hand as he started to walk backward, silently telling her to come with him. Hesitating at first, she finally gave in and allowed him to take her where he wanted.

They walked two rows away from where she parked and stood beside an all black Escalade that was heavily tinted. 

"Get in the backseat." He ordered her, opening the back door.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him stupidly. "Nah, I'm not about to d-"

"Get in." His demanded more heatedly, turning Brooklyn on at the tone of his voice.

"Fine." She mumbled climbing into the seat in the very back. Christian followed behind her, closing the door behind him.

Brooklyn watched him get on his knees in between the space of the two seats in the middle in front of her. She knew very well what was about to happen. They were no strangers when it came to fucking in a car. He has taken her plenty of time in the front and backseat wherever, whenever.

Christian leaned forward with hands placed on either side of her and kissed her cheek softly. "Do me a favor Peaches...." He trailed off, sliding her Nike slides off her feet. She bit into her bottom lip as his hands reached for her sweatpants, tugging them down along with her panties, tossing them in the seat next to her.

"What?" She whispered, letting him pull her down the seat a little more and part her thighs, placing her legs over his shoulders. A hiss escaped passed her lips when he gave her a teasing, long lick over her very wet folds. Her legs trembled as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her sensitive clit causing Brooklyn to moan out loud, gripping the headrest behind her.

It was as if at every turn of her life she was only faced with negativity. A constant reminder of how unhappy she truly was. Instead of traveling the world and experiencing things that most people her age should, she was stuck in the same city, surrounded by the same people after being put in a situation she didn’t ask for.

Shit was unfair…but what could she do?

Sighing loudly, Julianna placed the plastic cup to her lips, taking a long swing of the clear liquor, shivering at the intense taste as it burned going down her throat.

Fixing her gaze to the darkening sky above with a few twinkling stars, she didn’t hear someone come up from behind her. It wasn’t until the squeak of the swing next to her caught her attention that she realized she was no longer alone. Too high to panic or feel fear, under low lids she glanced to the figure beside her, smiling slightly at what she saw.

Her red eyes seemed to slowly take him in under the glow of a single light that was a little ways from the swing set. He was…handsome and disgustingly so. Julianna felt as if she had only been used to seeing someone like him on tv in those foreign dramas that her friend introduced her to. The type of handsome that could have only been hand sculpted by God himself.

She almost didn’t believe that he was real until he begins to speak with a voice that was nothing short of serene. “It’s dangerous being out so late, especially alone,” He states, gripping the chains as those obsidian orbs studied her face.

Julianna shrugged, turning her attention to her beverage. “Maybe…but I can handle myself though,” She replied once she swallowed, shaking the cup to see that it was almost empty.

He hummed lowly at her response. “Would you mind if I kept you company for a few minutes?” He asked, slowly feeling himself drown in the beauty of her. This was the last place he needed to be but the moment his eyes landed on her lone figure, he couldn’t stop himself from heading in her direction out of pure curiosity.

“With a face like yours, how could I say no?” She answered him honestly, allowing her intoxicated state to speak words that she would never say if she was sober. “You’re not from around here…” She quietly observed, giving him her undivided attention.

“It’s that obvious, huh?” He grinned, admiring the way her glossed lips seemed to shine in the most inviting way. The itch to know what they would feel like against his own had been steadily rising since he approached her.

“Well…” She begins, giving him a once over in his all-black fitted suit before landing on his face once more. “A well kept Asian man in the middle of the hood filled with black and brown faces who’ve known each other for most of their lives…you definitely stick out here,” She giggled.

“Maybe I’m new to the neighborhood,” He states, earning a soft smile.

“Trust me, Vice City is the place people try to get away from, not move to…especially willingly,” Unfortunately for Julianna’s case, it felt like she would be stuck here forever, simply because she would feel guilty if she left.

Shaking her head, she downed the rest of her drink, wishing she could just teleport to a better place than this. “You say that but you’re still here…” Being in dangerous areas wasn’t anything new to him and Vice City was a place that he was all too familiar with.

“If it was easy, I wouldn’t be here,” She mumbles, fixing her gaze to the patched grass beneath her Chuck Taylors. To leave meant never seeing her sister or niece again.

The stranger next to her hums knowingly. “I see. Somethings keeping you here but I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing…”

Julianna glanced at him with curious eyes, his words throwing her mind for a loop. “How so?”

“Because I’m lucky to have come across a diamond in the rough,” He expresses, completely in a trance. It was clear to him she was going through something, what, he didn’t know but the way she showed her pain through her eyes intrigued him.

“Who are you?” Julianna questioned, trying to fight back whatever feeling that was rising inside of her at his words. The way his eyes seemed to look into her own, not once putting his attention on anything than her made her heart thump harshly inside of her chest.

“Depends…” He casually replies with the shrug of his shoulders. “I can be whoever or whatever you need me to be,”

Julianna smirked, playfully rolling her eyes at his words. “Well fortunately for you, I’m in need of a lot of things; security…love…loyalty, just a lot of shit that I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever truthfully,” She softly lists off, closing her eyes as the wind brushed across her face, the feeling only adding to her tipsy and high state.

“All that is a given if you’re willing to take a chance," 

"What’s your name?” She asks after a few seconds, attempting to control her breathing as he brought his fingers up to skim across her exposed collarbone. His touch although foreign felt nothing short of soothing. A feeling she didn’t want to disappear just yet.

“Jaehyun,” He responds just as someone from behind them calls out to him in a language that Julianna wasn’t familiar with. She watched him nod towards men standing near a black SUV before his attention went back to her. “I have somewhere else I need to be but…can I at least get your name before I go?”

Holding out her hand, she waited until he firmly gripped hers before introducing herself knowing that come tomorrow morning, she probably won’t remember none of this. To see his face again would only be in a dream because, in her world, things never played in her favor.