My days were very much starting to blend into each other. One day looked the same as the other. With the possible exception of a break in the form of one Lilah Morgan. A very well developed form, I must admit, but still. I had to be careful there. I knew what she wanted, what she was after, aside from good shag
( ... )
It's the same look he has on his face every time I pay a visit. The look of not caring about me being there to pay him a visit. If I remember right, I'm the only one that comes to see him. None of his friends from the hotel come to see him. You would think he'd treat his only visitor with more respect
( ... )
Rolling my eyes, I give her a dry look. Her taunts are getting old, I can even see her thinking them now. That doesn't mean they wouldn't sting any less, and she knows it. It feels as though I've been hurled a little over twenty years back. Little Wesley who doesn't have any friends in school. Alone. *Again
( ... )
"Bore you? Don't lie to me, Wes. You like them. It gives you something to do besides drinking and brooding. I thought Angel was the champion brooder but you're out brooding him now. Of course he's missing so there's not much of a competition, huh?" I smirk before I cross my arms, mocking his stance.
"Oh? I need an invitation to come in now?" I ask, perking an eyebrow at him. "I figured having sex with you was an open invitation to come by whenever I wanted. I'll remember to ask next time... if there is a next time." Of course there will be. There's always a next time, even when I say there won't be. I need to stop that. Wesley won't believe anything I say if I keep contradicting myself.
I drop my purse on the coffee table and stroll over to the window. Pulling up one of the blinds, I look down at my car. Good, those dirty little brats are staying away from it. I highly doubt their parents can afford a new paint job if one of their little angels scratched it. I turn back around and smirk at Wesley before walking to
( ... )
She’s as responsive as ever when my hands and tongue roam her body. And I notice my own body isn’t far behind. How can it not, with the sounds she’s making? The way she moves underneath me? The way she tries to fight it, but can’t. We both know it’s lost battle, because we both know what she wants now. What I want now. I’d like to delude myself by saying it’s part of our game, but it’s stopped being part of that a long time ago. Though, neither of us will ever admit to that
( ... )
A laugh escapes my mouth and I yank on his hair again, making sure he's looking at me. My hand roams down and I grip his cock and smile. "What if I don't love it?" I ask, my hand roughly running over his shaft. I release his hair and slide my other hand down and allow my fingernails to scrape against the delicate skin of his balls.
"This-- the sex-- was only done to get you to come to the firm," I whisper, a grin playing on my lips. My hand cups and squeezes his balls as the other continues to stroke. "You've agreed to a meeting with Linwood. That means my job is done. It's now Linwood's turn to woo you. Wonder if he'll come over and do you on your table too."
I laugh at that last part and release him. My eyes narrow and I lean up and kiss him, my teeth digging into the skin of his blood lip. I groan when I can taste his blood. "The power struggle is over, lover," I murmur against his lips, "and I've won. We can continue this, knowing we're doing to because we want to or you can kick me out. Your choice."
My eyes narrow at her words. And even though I knew she used me, they still hurt. Just like my friends abandoning me hurt. You’d think that by now I’d adjusted myself to people always wanting to use me wouldn’t one? She moves her hand and I have to struggle not to show any signs of pain, she’s revel in it. The bitch. What’s even harder to realize is that I had started to care for her and I quickly slam the walls back up, vowing to let them stay up this time. Nothing cares, not her, not me, not Angel, only the good fight does
( ... )
That's the thing about playing games, they sometimes blow up in your face. Before I can protest, Wesley is dragging me to the door. I open my mouth to speak but the door is already closed. Bastard. Leaving me out in the hall, half dressed. God, I hate him. The tears stinging my eyes are tears of anger and hatred, not anything else.
Just keep telling yourself that Lilah and you'll believe it. . . eventually.
The last time I was this hurt and this angry was when Gavin got infected by Billy's blood and attacked me. That Chase bitch was right and I had been crying. I would never admit to it though. Lilah Morgan doesn't cry over hurt feelings and pride. She doesn't care because someone she actually likes just kicked her out and called her a whore
( ... )
Comments 28
Reply
Reply
Reply
"Oh? I need an invitation to come in now?" I ask, perking an eyebrow at him. "I figured having sex with you was an open invitation to come by whenever I wanted. I'll remember to ask next time... if there is a next time." Of course there will be. There's always a next time, even when I say there won't be. I need to stop that. Wesley won't believe anything I say if I keep contradicting myself.
I drop my purse on the coffee table and stroll over to the window. Pulling up one of the blinds, I look down at my car. Good, those dirty little brats are staying away from it. I highly doubt their parents can afford a new paint job if one of their little angels scratched it. I turn back around and smirk at Wesley before walking to ( ... )
Reply
Reply
"This-- the sex-- was only done to get you to come to the firm," I whisper, a grin playing on my lips. My hand cups and squeezes his balls as the other continues to stroke. "You've agreed to a meeting with Linwood. That means my job is done. It's now Linwood's turn to woo you. Wonder if he'll come over and do you on your table too."
I laugh at that last part and release him. My eyes narrow and I lean up and kiss him, my teeth digging into the skin of his blood lip. I groan when I can taste his blood. "The power struggle is over, lover," I murmur against his lips, "and I've won. We can continue this, knowing we're doing to because we want to or you can kick me out. Your choice."
Reply
Reply
Just keep telling yourself that Lilah and you'll believe it. . . eventually.
The last time I was this hurt and this angry was when Gavin got infected by Billy's blood and attacked me. That Chase bitch was right and I had been crying. I would never admit to it though. Lilah Morgan doesn't cry over hurt feelings and pride. She doesn't care because someone she actually likes just kicked her out and called her a whore ( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment