#moonlightisms

“so you really moved on ? that quick ?” he asked her, catching up to the brunette walking along campus. “this troye guy – you really like him ?” he asked. now he was sounding more concerned than even jealous. “because i don’t know if zara told you this, but last time she saw him, with the exception of her walking in on you guys having a moment or whatever the fuck it was, he was fucking some other chick when the two of them were dating,” he said, dropping a major bomb on the femme. “plus – i’m way hotter, fyi, and i have a subtle feeling i know you way more than he does.” @winterkisseds

     with the amount of alcohol running through his system, blaise didn't seem to be thinking clearly. he didn't even remember how he had ended up at the female's front door, but now was too late to turn back and deep down, he didn't want to. he wanted her, he had to have her. ever since he found out the reason behind his parents' tragic accident, the male had been in a downward spiral of drugs and booze, or anything he could put his hands on really. "please open up, i know you're in there." the male murmured, his knuckles tapping against the hard wooden surface."i just wanna talk."

zachary wasn’t big on relationships all that much, but lately he’d been getting pretty cliche. he’d been spending more time with his brother’s girlfriend than his own brother had, and catching feelings in no time at all. “so you have work in the morning right ? if ashton doesn’t make it home tonight i can give you a ride.” the male shrugged, honestly just hoping to find some excuse to spend even more time with the brunette. + @moonlightisms

zara had her groceries in a brown paper bag. it had been weeks since roscoe let her out, and she was so heavily drugged when the ‘escape’ happened that she barely had any recollection of anything that happened. she didn’t remember naseem, ari, or even roscoe. she was walking to her car, looking down in her purse as she looked for her keys before completely bumping into someone. her grocery bag fell as she immediately looked up at the male. “i am so – so sorry – i wasn’t watching where i was going,” she apologized, grabbing her groceries from the floor immediately. she had no clue who the male was, and didn’t even know his name was roscoe. @winterkisseds

naseem was outside the club that ariella and him wanted to go to that night, just for some fun and an excuse to drink. obviously, ariella seemed drunk off her ass by the time they got in, but naseem wasn’t drunk enough to excuse the looks she was giving the guys. maybe it was the fact that he was her boyfriend and maybe he was making up these scenarios in his head. he heard the door open behind him, and he could tell just by the steps the female took, who it was. “oh, so now you wanna come find me instead of the other guys ?” he asked sarcastically, lighting his cigarette as he turned to look at her. “about time,” he mumbled, blowing out some smoke while looking at the brunette. @moonkisseds

zara had her assistant behind her as she made her way through her building, looking for a specific person on the floor. not only was it the fifth time that month that they were late by an hour, but the precious time that was lost costed her company a major deal. she snapped her fingers to the assistant and took the paper from her, slamming it on the desk of the employee. “usually, i’m really relaxed about everything – but you have costed this fucking business almost 300 grand just from not answering your damn emails,” she barked at the employee, looking at them with daggers in her eyes. “are you going to pay up with the $300,000 ? or are you going to fix this before i decide to fix your position here at this company ?” // @moonkisseds

naseem was chilling with who he thought was his fiance on the couch. “i can’t believe you forgot your keys – i thought that was a thing with you,” he teased, wrapping his arm around her waist as he watched the tv in front of them. he had no idea that the female wasn’t ariella – i mean, who could even tell ? they were quite literally carbon copies of each other. “i think you owe me a little something-something,” naseem said in a joking manner, tapping his lips before leaning in and giving the female a deep kiss that slowly led his lips to go down her jaw and to her neck. he was oblivious to the house door opening up, obviously, or else he would’ve stopped to see who exactly could get in so easily. // @moonkisseds