DYLAN
I rubbed my eyes furiously with one hand. My other hand seemed to be weighted down by something or maybe that part of my body hadn't woken up yet.
I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. White curtains hung from ceiling to floor draping over an extremely long window. The ceiling above the bed was black with silver stars decorating it, giving it the appearance of a cloudless night's sky. The comforter I was under was white with purple butterflies and pink flowers.
And then I looked to the side and saw what weighted my hand down.
There slept a beautiful, crimson haired beauty with her voluptuous breasts pressing against my body.
I must have fucked her last night. Why else would I be naked in her bed? But I did't remember jack shit about what happened.
Ever since she left the apartment she was all I could think about.
What was her name again?
Oh yes, Lacy. Lacy Black.
Her surname was my favourite colour, that intrigued me. Even the way she asked too many questions intrigued me. The way she could stand up for herself and still be a fragile little kitten intrigued me. Her body intrigued me.
Everything about her drew me in like a siren's call.
Her short, brunette hair that accentuated her round heart shaped face and brought out her dark brown eyes. At first glance, I would have mistaken her eyes for black and I liked them. Fuck, I really did like them. Her lips were plump and full with the perfect shade of pink covering them. I wanted to kiss away the lipstick just to see the natural colour of them. I wanted to feel if they were really as soft as they looked. Her eyebrows were thick but shaped in a perfect arch and her eyelashes were long making her look innocent in a seductive way.
She had the body of a porn star. And I meant that as a compliment. It could make any man a walking hard on. She had big, voluptuous breasts and she showed them off with that deep tank top she wore. Her ass was just as perfect, firm and round as her jeans stuck to her as if they were a second skin.
Everything about her screamed sex to me. Her touch was soft and gentle and I craved more of it. I loved the way she called me Lucifer. I imagined her screaming out that name as I pounded into her and she surrendered everything to me. I wanted to fuck her so badly but I couldn't. I wouldn't.
I've done so many one night stands before but she didn't seem like that type of girl. She was about to get married for fuck's sake.
I ran my only available hand down my face and let out an exasperated sigh as I tried to recall the incidents that led me to waking up in a strange but beautiful girl's bed. When I couldn't stop thinking about her I called up the guys from the team. Half an hour later we were all at a club drinking. I was probably shit faced drunk since I didn't remember meeting this crimson haired beauty.
I grumbled as my sleep began to wear off and a splitting headache took its place.
I'm in headacheville, population of one, ME!
I probably grumbled a bit too loud because I felt the girl's weight shift on me and then her piercing blue eyes bored into mine. Her lips curled into a suggestive smirk, "Good morning handsome. Want some breakfast?"
I held my breath and before my brain could process the words that slipped from my lips I said, "No, but I'd like you to brush your teeth!"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuckidy Fuck!
That was harsh. A bit too harsh especially since I just fucked her.
Her eyebrows knitted together and frown lines appeared on her forehead. Her lips formed a thin line and then she finally said in the most sarcastic voice she could muster, "And I wanted you to fuck better or grow a bigger dick but we can't all get what we want." She rolled off me pulling one of the comforters to cover her naked body as she stood up.
What did she mean by she wanted me to fuck better? If she was so good why couldn't I at least remember one detail from last night?
"I fuck just fine," I counted pathetically as I rolled out of her bed, grabbing my boxer briefs of the floor and pulling them on.
"Yeah, and you kept calling me Lacy. That's not even my name," she mumbled softly under her breath.
My eyes widened in bewilderment. I felt the breath get knocked right out of me by a ten pound wrecking ball, "I did what?"
"Nothing," she rolled her eyes in dismay as if she mentally picked up the words she had just said and chucked them into a trashcan.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I was so drunk," I tried to substantiate myself but nothing I said would explain what I did.
If a girl called me another guy's name while I fucked her I would have pulled out of her, no matter how good it felt to be deep in her, and walked right out of there. I was probably going to be known as the guy who fucked girls and called them other girls names after this. Gossip was something that spread like wildfire at college. I knew for a fact once I left this crimson haired girl would call up her friends and tell them what happened.
Luckily for me, I probably fucked all of them already.
Usually, I would have been proud of that but suddenly, all I felt was a sense of disgust. Something in my head told me that what I was once proud of wasn't a worthy attribute. It was something I should have been ashamed off. I felt as if after meeting Lacy, I grew a conscience.
"I should leave," I said, grabbing my leather jacket and high tailing my pathetic ass out of there.
It was a good thing my shift at Malik's coffee shop only started at noon and since it was a Saturday I had no classes to stress over so I decided to head to the gym.
I wonder if she went to the coffee shop this morning. I wonder if she looked for me.
She always came into the coffee shop wearing these long tights that shaped her every curve and a sports bra. She probably went for a run every morning.
When the waiter took her order she would shout it out due to the loud music that pounded into her ears from her earphones. She practically drilled her order into my head so now, if I had to serve her, I didn't even need to ask her for her order.
"Dylan, saw you leave with that beautiful crimson number last night," JJ said as he lifted a weight and sat down next to me on the weight bench.
"Yeah," I responded blandly not wanting to make conversation. I came to the gym to forget the events of this morning and yet I still couldn't escape it thanks to the prying ears that always sort gossip to spread.
JJ, Jayden Jones, was the college's local newspaper. By that, I meant he knew everyone's dirty details and he never kept his mouth shut about it. Just like me, JJ got into college on a basketball scholarship which made him think that I'd be easier to get along with unlike the snobby brats at college who paid for everything using the money of their wealthy parents.
"Now don't tell me you're one of those 'I don't kiss and tell' kind of assholes," JJ snickered at his less than humorous statement.
I laid the weight in my hand down on the wrack I retrieved it from before turning to JJ uninterestedly, "Look man, there's nothing to tell." I grabbed my towel, flung it over my shoulders before I picked up my water bottle and turned to walk away.
"So you didn't fuck her?" he gasped running after me.
I turned around pulling a dead stop. I was taller and bulkier than JJ which meant when he crashed into my body he fell to the ground while I didn't even whimper.
He groaned as he fell hard onto the carpeted floor.
At least he had a cushioned landing!
"Dick, you could have warned me," he muttered as I helped him up, back onto his feet.
"You shouldn't have followed me like a tail then."
JJ shot me a menacing look, as menacing as JJ could get that is with his pretty boy looks and school boy built, "Man, I'm not the one who took a bombshell home and didn't fuck her!"
"I fucked her, okay!" The egotistical bastard in me blurted out but I immediately felt disgusted with myself right after. I hung my head in shame, shaking it slowly.
"And how was it?" He pressured on.
"Why do you gossip more than the bitches I fuck?" I asked through gritted teeth.
He was beginning to become obnoxious and it grated on my last nerve.
He held his hands up in a surrendering motion, "It was a simple question, man."
"What? Do you get off by listening to other people's sex life?" I closed the gap between us and watched as fear flashed in his eyes.
I could smell his fear.
No, literally I could smell it because he peed his pants.
With that, I turned around leaving him there to continue quivering like a little rodent. I had a quick shower and changed into my usual black attire which conveniently was the same as my uniform.
It dawned on me, during my walk to the coffee shop, that I didn't remember the entirety of last night which meant that I didn't remember if I used a condom or not.
Well, fuck me sidewards.
What if that girl showed up at my doorstep and told me that she was expecting a kid. My kid at that!
Firstly, I would have asked for a paternity test to be done because only God knows how many other son of a bitch's she let come inside her and if after that the baby was proved to be mine then I would be royally fucked.
I couldn't take care of me let alone a kid. If I could, Rose would have been with me and not in some foster home. I had hope in me though. Hope because most of the girls I've fucked were on birth control and for my sake, I hoped that girl was to. Also because once I graduated I would get a better job and maybe be able to get custody of Rose. Baby B.
A loud voice drew me out of my thoughts. A familiar loud voice. I had been waiting on tables like a zombie lost in thought until her voice invaded my ears like my very own siren's call.
"Be quiet some of us have a headache!" I yelled in her ear from behind after yanking out the earphone that had been plugging it.
She turned around, face red with rage, "Well, why is it that everyone seems to be making their God damn problem... " she began her spitfire but halted when she saw whom she was aggressively taking her anger out on. Her full lips moved but no sound emanated from them.
Have I rendered the girl who spoke too much speechless?
A smirk crept its way onto my face and unknowingly I began to eye her up and down, undressing her with each tantalizing glare. My mouth began to water and I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth to stop myself from making a fucked up, crude comment that would either earn me a blush or a slap from her.
It was hard to keep my lips sealed with her wearing a sports bra and tights that made her look so sexy. The tights fitted her like a second skin and the bra allowed her attributes to be on full display for everyone to see. I felt like taking off my shirt and yanking it over her head so no one could see her cleavage on display like that.
My gaze shifted from her cleavage to her legs. I could imagine those long legs of hers gripping my waist, begging me for more. Begging me to go deeper.
Jesus, what's wrong with me!
"What are you looking at?" She cocked her head up to glare at me.
Did she really think she could intimidate me?
"Feisty one, aren't you?" I asked with a smug expression.
"Mr. Reed, are you harassing my customers?" Malik said resting his hand on the small of her back.
For some reason, seeing him so close to her, like that, made my stomach twist in painful knots. I clenched and unclenched my fists beckoning this sudden burst of anger to stay confined within the walls of my body.
"Mr. Reed huh?" she beamed. Her smile put me at ease. "Well, now I know your last name, Lucifer, I just need to find out your first name."
"Oh I can tell you that, child," Malik laughed rubbing his fat stomach. Malik was a Muslim but from India. So think Indian Santa. Innta?
Lacy held her hand up to stop the man from revealing my name, "No, no I would rather find out myself." She grinned an ear to ear grin. Her teeth white, perfect, gorgeous. "I told you I'd see you around, Lucifer."
The way that name rolled off her tongue and fell from her lips made me want more. I wanted her to say it over and over again. I don't think I would ever get tired of it. Not if she kept saying it the way she said it right now. It made my insides melt like molten lava.
That was completely normal, right? To feel that way about someone?
I had never felt that way before but I kind of liked it. This girl, this woman made me like a lot of things I never usually liked.
"So, you're stalking me?" I collectively murmured as I stepped closer to her closing a part of the gap between us.
She stepped toward me closing the gap completely straining her neck to meet my gaze, "If I had been stalking you, why would I tell?"
I felt warm inside but didn't let her sense it. Instead, I glared at her as my lips curled into a mischievous smirk, "Touché!"
More like Déjà vu.
She, still staring deep into my soul with her dark eyes, picked my hand up, "I see I wasted my time bandaging this."
And with that it hit me. I woke up this morning without the bandage around my wounded knuckles. The bandage she put for me so cautiously. I would have probably cherished that bandage till the day I died just because she touched it.
That didn't sound creepy at all! But what could I do? It was as if I were possessed by her and I didn't want my soul to be saved. I was happy with it being devoured completely and utterly by her.
Malik handed Lacy her order. She turned to me and flashed a toothy grin. With a wink, she gleefully said, "I'll be seeing you around then, Lucifer?"
I barely had the chance to reply. She was out of the coffee shop within a blink of an eye.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and then breathe in and out slowly to give myself the time and breathing room to register whatever just took place and back to work I was.
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"Bro I can't believe you made JJ pee himself," Conner cackled hysterically holding his stomach. His eyes squeezed shut and his face turned a shade of tomato red.
"He had it coming, asking all those questions," I shrugged.
When I got back to the apartment Conner was sitting on the living room floor playing ps4 and I just joined him due to nothing better to do.
Somehow the news of JJ's and I little discussion made its way to Conner who undoubtedly spread the news across the whole team.
"How did you find out anyway?" I glumly asked with knitted eyebrows.
Conner stopped laughing now. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand continuously. I could see him swallow hard. His adam's apple moving up down in a quick motion was a dead give away.
Why would my question make him so nervous?
"Bro, you remember Lilo. Yeah well she's kind of like my girlfriend and she was at the gym when it all took place," he blurted out in record speed as if he didn't want me to hear what he said.
Too bad. I heard.
"Didn't you fuck a blonde just yesterday after practice?"
"Uh no, actually I couldn't. It was like my dick didn't want to work. I didn't mind though I just spent the night back with my girl," he happily beamed.
I nodded in understanding. I actually understood what he meant except I wished my dick didn't work instead of me calling another girl her precious name.
"So are you the Stitch to her Lilo?" I sarcastically teased.
"Well if she wants me to be her little animal I can be," he shot me a knowing smile.
I cringed at the thought, "You sick bastard!"
LACY"Hopeless! This is hopeless!" I whined, attempting to fit into one of the many dresses Macy owned. I hadn't been home since the day I called the engagement off. I've been trying to ignore my mother's phone calls and messages but she made it so difficult."Squeeze your fat ass into something!" Macy demanded as she fought the zipper of the dress, struggling to close it, "Who asked you to be so curvy? Damn you, woman!"Macy was as thin as a stick. If the wind blew strong enough I could have probably tied a string to her and flown her as a kite. However, her beauty made her fit to be a supermodel. She never thought she would meet the grade, her self confidence lacked in that way but I could see what she couldn't. I could see the beautiful, strong woman she had become over the years. "You think anyone in church would notice if I only zipped the dress halfway up?" She backed awa
LACYLucifer's eyes raked my body, taking in my ghastly appearance. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the shop's windows earlier. My mascara was smudged in black lines running down my face and my eye-shadow smudged into one big black ring around my eyes. My short hair that never seemed to be in a disarray somehow decided it would be appealing to stand on its ends. The dress I wore still looked presentable while my bare feet looked far from it.His eyes stopped at my bare feet and an arrogant smirk played on the rigid features of his face. He held his hand out holding a rectangular box wrapped in gift wrap.Unless he was stalking me, there was no way of him to know that my birthday was only a few days from now. I skeptically took the box from his hands and inspected it. The wrapping was neatly done with only a few pieces of tape used and Lucifer didn't look like the patient type to sit and w
LACYI stood at the main entrance of the huge ballroom that was located in the left wing of the massive house owned by my parents. My date was cutely dressed in a navy blue suit, with a white dress shirt. He accompanied it with a red bow tie and pocket square to match and white chucks. I smiled looking down and the combination. It might have sounded off but it looked very, very dashing in my eyes.Sean, my eight year old brother, took my hand in his and showed off his pearly whites with the most adorable, innocent smile.Dean, Sean's twin, stood with Macy. From the moment my twin brothers could walk, Macy and I always made them accompany us as our dates to our so called 'birthday parties'. They, being the spawn of satan himself, always did it for a price.I did say that they were con artists!Dean wore a full black tux with a classic white dress shirt and
DYLANI placed her onto the bed. I didn't want to pull away from her but I had to. I had to lock my bedroom door. Conner and I agreed that we wouldn't bring any women back here but I brought her here twice now. To me, she was worth breaking every rule in the book for.I couldn't describe the feeling I got when I was near her. Just a simple touch of her soft, delicate skin sent waves of electricity through my body.The moment I closed and locked the door, I turned around and took in the sight of her on my bed. She looked so fucking fuckable in that dress she wore. She showed so much of her bare, tantalizing skin. I wanted to kiss her everywhere, to worship her entire body.I walked over to her, her gaze glued to mine. Hovering over her, I let my eyes slowly travel her body. I wanted to rip that dress right off her and God knows I could.Instead, I just buried
LACY"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" Macy said as she straddled me on the bed, pinning me down. She was thin but she was also strong. She didn't have a black belt in karate for no reason. Her hands and feet could literally be classified as lethal weapons."Could you get off me?""No! Not until you tell me about mister tall, dark and mysterious.""There's nothing to tell Mace," I groaned, trying to wiggle out of her hold."Sure there isn't. You stayed the night there and didn't tell anyone.""Because I didn't have a phone.""That's no excuse, Lacy Black! Anyway, tell me what you both did! PLEASE!" she prolonged the please and fluttered her puppy dog eyes at me."Nothing special. We slept," I began, "But I took the bed and he took the floor.""I don't believe you.""Well, that's wha
LACYWith Uncle B, Aunt Coral and Macy gone to work it left me alone in this small house. Being alone made the house seem so much bigger. I was undeniably bored.Uncle B phoned during the course of the day to check up on me. Actually, I wasn't sure if he phoned too check up on me or if he phoned to check if his house hadn't been burnt down yet due to my pathetic cooking skills.He wasn't too far from home anyway. He worked in a near by precinct as a homicide detective. He had seen some pretty wicked stuff over the years of working as an officer of the law. The things people did never ceased to amaze me and for what? Petty things like money?Okay! So money isn't so petty but I wouldn't kill for it. I had seen first hand what money could do to a person. My father's inflated ego was a good example of what money could do to a person. My father thought that there was no one in this world
LACYMacy, Lucifer and I stood outside the coffee shop as we watched Brian speed off in his fancy car which looked more presentable than his face. He could hardly move his arm once Malik practically pried Macy off him. Evidence of her brutal attack dripped down from his nose.I wondered how hard she slammed his face into the table for Brian's nose to look a slight bit crooked. It was broken for sure and that was probably the reason he yelled so loud. It was probably due to the excruciating pain she inflicted upon him.I didn't feel sorry for him. Rather I felt sad. He spent so much time trying to ruin my life. If he spent at least half that amount of time in showing love to someone then maybe he wouldn't be so lonely. He would actually have some kind of real love in his life.A cold chill suddenly filled the air and I felt my body shiver. The warmth of someone's hands caressing my arms sen
LACYI was mentally and physically exhausted. My body was practically running on caffeine and so was Uncle B's. We hadn't slept the entire night and even though we left Aunt Coral at home to get some rest I was almost certain she hadn't gotten much sleep either considering she would phone up every ten minutes to check on how things were going.We couldn't take Macy home. We had to wait till they set bail for her and then pay that bail and that would only happen during normal working hours. No matter what position uncle B held at this moment he was completely and utterly helpless and I couldn't help but think that I was to blame for this.Macy would have never retaliated like that if she didn't feel as if I were threatened. I should have just told her to stay out of it. I blamed myself and for all I knew, uncle B and aunt Coral probably blamed me too.I laced my fingers behind my head, slouchin