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"fuck,” zahara cursed to herself upon seeing the time on her phone.  she never usually stayed this long after a one night stand.  shuffling to get her things, she took a look at torin, and just the sight of him made her smile.  “what am i about to do?” zahara whined as she dropped her clothes, making her way back into his bed.  she snuggled in close to him, wrapping her arms around his middle -- almost immediately filling with warmth at the touch.  there was something about being in his arms that she enjoyed -- something that made her want to actually get to know him.  she couldn’t go to sleep just yet, so zahara succumbed to etching his face in the back of her head, making about stories about his tattoos.  anytime he stirred, she closed her eyes, pretending to fall asleep.

“i want a baby.” before she could stop herself solana was blurting out the words. lips forming a pout as she stood in the arena locker room, watching as he paced back and forth. here it was only moments before the biggest fight of his career and she was throwing this curve ball. “i mean...not right now well-yes right now but not right now. i stuck my foot in my mouth.” lips falling closed she smiled, nose wrinkling. “ignore everything i just vomited out i get nervous at these things just..kick this guys ass alright? i will try to not cover my ass too much.”

       “  ╼ we’re not getting those. poptarts are just pure sugar, you know that right?” kavan sent a disapproving gaze towards them, reaching into the grocery basket to grab the box that had just been dropped in to put it in a random spot on the shelf. “not to mention, we still have some at home. no more poptarts.” what kind of physical trainer would he be to actuary purchase said squares of sugar? it was hard enough for him already to eat healhty and embody the lifestyle that he expected his clients to have  ╼  poptarts would not help with that mission. “what if we get some grapes or something instead?”

          “i don’t know her,” ty unfortunately favored the it wasn’t me model when it came to explaining his infidelity.  he was also, unfortunately, a terrible liar.  “okay,” the smirk on his face was unbearable, “so maybe i know her, but she old news, baby.  i don’t fuck wit’ her no more.  she just hatin’.” ty wrapped his arm around his new news, wincing slightly at his old news switching away.  “ain’t we going somewhere?  shoppin’, right?  or – or you want some food?  you hungry?  i know you hungry…” ty was usually charming enough for this distraction to work.

“what are you doing here?” rushing towards him through the thick crowd of people mila stared in confusion. her body was barely covered in a lacey two piece -- heels clicking against the marble floor she was fresh off stage. she had made him promise that he wouldn’t come to the club unless it was a complete emergency. while her job was something she loved having him in the same room, watching as she stripped for crowds of people...it felt strange. “you know my job is off limits -- unless you are dying or have a really good reason you are here someone is in trouble. oh fuck, c’mere.” sighing as she caught her boss staring at them from the bar she took hold of his hand -- pulling him away from the loud music and other dancers into her private fitting room. “whassup?”

     the strange events that had been going on seven’s life for the past few months had managed to keep things interesting, if not a little concerning. the money at first seemed too good to be true, so much so that she wasn’t even sure she wanted to spend it when the first installment was sent to her. it wasn’t until it kept coming, along with shoes and clothes that managed to fit her perfectly and then expensive furniture for her apartment, along with little notes dictating that whoever this was from just wanted to help her out. it was the most recent note she had gotten that was the reason for her being here now, having pulled up to an address of a stunning house - nearly a mansion - that the note claimed belonged to her now. she’s fully believing that this is too good to be true, a joke or something else altogether, so when she knocks on the door and finds it open for her she doesn’t hesitate to walk in, hoping to finally get some kind of clue about the person who had been looking after her during this time. // @vndertcw​

     the first thing raleigh focuses on when she wakes up is that her head is killing her, pressure building up behind her eyes and ears ringing in a way that has her whimpering in pain. her body feels sluggish and sore in a way she isn’t used to, and when she’s finally able to process anything besides the pain she’s in she notices the dark, unfamiliar room she’s in and how quiet it is, her disorientation slowly starting to leave her and form into full blown panic. “hello? is anybody here?” she calls out, looking around but not being able to see much further than two feet in front of her in the darkness. she’s heavy on her feet when she stands up but isn’t able to get far before she stumbles and falls to the ground in exhaustion, only registering a voice of someone around her before she blacks out again. // @vndertcw