LACY
He leaned in, placing his rough, calloused hand on the burning hot skin of my cheek. This was what I had been waiting for the entire night. I needed to feel his soft, delicious lips on my own to cool the burning desire that simmered inside of me.
We were parked outside Macy's house. We had been parked here for about five minutes just getting lost in each other's eyes, both of us deliberating who would make the first move. It was always so easy for us but this was different. Neither one of us wanted to foil this night because it held a special kind of importance.
I leaned into his touch, the warmth drawing me in. This needed to be perfect. It didn't matter if it wasn't our first kiss but it would be the perfect end to an amazing first date.
I watched as his pink tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth and swiped across his bottom
DYLANI don't know why I didn't just knock before entering or just ask her if she wanted something to eat or drink through the door but I didn't regret walking in to find her in only a matching pair of red lace bra and panties. The lingerie paired with the black heels she wore woke every part of me, especially my dick which twitched excessively in my pants.When she willingly sat on the bed and allowed those dirty, seductive words to fall from her lips all hell broke loose inside of me. I knew I was being rough when I grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed but I didn't care. The moan that escaped her proved that she didn't seem to mind either. She was desperate for me the way I was desperate for her but I needed to know that she wasn't going to regret this later on."Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked softly, so softly that I internally hoped that she didn't hear me so sh
LACYEveryone rushed around in a haste to get the massive ballroom at my parents' house ready for the rehearsal dinner that would take place in a few hours. I walked around the mansion of a house trying to recall pleasant memories but only a hand full came to mind, however, none of those memories included my so-called father.A memory vividly flashed through my mind as I strolled past the library. I use to be an avid reader growing up. That was basically how I began writing as well. With all the reading I did, my imagination never seemed to stop working. Matter of fact, my imagination worked overtime and writing became a breeze but sometimes I couldn't help but wish the world we lived in be similar to the world I read and wrote about.Every day, every God-forsaken day, I use to wake up and wished that I had the love of both my parents. I would have traded all the wealth they had for their love but at the s
LACY"Uncle Ray?" I quirked an eyebrow at the suspicious way he and my father stared at me. I knew I interrupted something and that something probably concerned me or else their faces would not have paled so drastically.It was nothing but weird being in their presence. I called Ray my uncle when he was my father and I called Jackson my father when he was my uncle. Could my life get any more messed up?"Lacy, it has been a while," my father's younger brother finally responded with a curt nod before taking a swig of champagne to probably calm his nerves."That it has," I calmly agreed, trying to reduce some of the growing tension, "Can we talk in private?" I smiled sweetly as I gestured to my father standing next to him with my eyes.He offered me a tight smile, "Sure."I led him out of the ballroom since the conversation we were about to have was meant to
LACYThere were too many unnecessary people cluttering me as I got myself ready for my wedding. We were all stuffed into one of the small rooms that the church had allowed us to use as a dressing room. There was a girl situated behind me that focused solely on my hair while another stood in front of me and focused on my makeup. I had a white, silk gown wrapped around me so that when everyone was done messing with my face I could just slip into my gorgeous wedding dress.The door to the tiny room creaked open and Macy came rushing in with her dress in hand. Her hair had been curled and pinned to one side. She wore minimal makeup which made me cringe due to the dark, raccoon-like circles around her eyes. When she tried to speak nothing but a massive yawn came out making her look like some kind of thin hippopotamus. She ended up just waving at me before slouching into a chair next to me with a grim expression plastered on her
DYLANI paced back and forth outside my room door. By the time I brought her to my apartment she had fallen into a deep slumber. Her forehead creased with worry and her lips remained in a permanent frown as she purred away in her sleep. Now and then she would whisper some incoherent words in her unconscious state, words that were probably meant to cuss me out for what I had done to her.My plan worked though. She wasn't going to marry the asshole and she could be with me. I didn't care how psychotic or mentally unstable I sounded, I just needed her to be with me, to be mine and only mine.It was strange that she didn't taste the bitterness of the two sleeping pills that I had mixed into her water. She chugged the liquid down so fast that she probably didn't even taste the horrible tablets. I was relieved for that and even more relieved when they worked faster than I had expected. Too bad they never worked
LACYMy phone buzzing woke me up from my midday nap. Macy's name flashed across the screen causing me to jump out of bed and run to the door of the apartment, nearly slipping on the hardwood floors and falling flat on my face. I steadied myself and waited for my breathing and heart rate to go back to their normal pace before opening the door. She probably tried knocking but I was so fast asleep that I hadn't heard.My cousin stood there wearing her formal work attire, a white blouse paired with a red pencil skirt and white heels. In her hand, she carried a thick stack of papers. Her face wore a gleeful smile as I stared at her in anticipation. I had been expecting her for a while, the agitation getting to me."Well, is it good news or bad?" I nervously asked, ushering her into the apartment.It had been nearly two months since the day Lucifer had kidnapped me. I had been staying at his apa
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DYLAN"Baby B, this is for you," I told the little six year old as I handed her a stuffed baby bop toy.Baby B was the little girl I stayed with at the foster home the state dumped me in at the age of twelve. The day I turned eighteen I had to leave her all alone with those fucked up monsters. She was a pale skinned six year old with rosy cheeks. She missed two front teeth and every time she smiled she showed off her dimples that were indented in her cheeks. Her eyes, pure blue and sad. Sad from losing both her parents and now sad from losing me. I called her Baby B because she loved Baby Bop from Barney. I always found those dinosaurs the most creepiest shit I'd ever seen but if it made her happy then it made me happy. "Big brother, promise me you will visit," Baby B asked as a tear escaped her innocent eyes.