If You're Not the One
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,478
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
If You're Not the One
Please bear with me, this is the first story I have posted on this site. I'm not sure where this story is actually going, but I love writing, and I would love feedback. If anyone is willing, I would love for a Beta or some outside opinions on this story. Thank you, and I appreciate any criticism!
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PROLOGUE
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"I dislike confrontations in general," the young man spoke, in a deceptively casual tone which belied the dangerous spark in the vibrant blue eyes, "but I feel that in this particular case, it is rather unavoidable. Now, will you please answer my question before I very politely remove you from the premises?" His hair was ruffled, by amorous feminine hands or sleep or both, tousled in a wild blond wave and sticking up in spots. The crimson lipstick stains smudged on the collar of his improperly buttoned Oxford blue shirt had me guess as to the former.
Cheerfully, I bared my teeth at him in what I hoped was reminiscent of a smile, even though I was exhausted and in rather short supply in relations of the charm department. "Well, actually I was wondering if my brother was available. He lives here you know," I said conversationally, tugging at the hem of my plain white blouse warily.
An exasperated sigh exited his lips. "Pardon my rudeness, little girl, but you are wasting my time. I do not room with anyone, this is a private apartment." Disbelievingly, I stared up at him through my smudged glasses.
"But.. that can't be true. This is the right apartment, I'm sure of it," I faltered, looking around at the dingy hallway with unfinished wooden flooring covered with a ragged, unwashed carpeting of cheap material and the flickering dim lights. The smell of alcohol and smoke infiltrated the building, with constant noises erupting from each door. This was the only kind of apartment Dominick could get on such short notice, as well as his low paycheck, even when he roomed with a friend of his from college.
"Little girl," he said, mock patiently, "please leave now. If you haven't noticed, I am otherwise occupied. I don't have time for the likes of you." He ran a long, manly hand through his dark blond hair and got ready to close the door on my face.
"Wait a second!" I shrieked, putting my body against the door, panicked. "I am NOT a little girl," I said obstinately. "And you WILL help me figure this out!"
Anger deepened the color of his eyes, and he forcibly pushed me out into the hall with a strength that surprised me. He stepped out into the barely lit hallway and slammed the door shut behind him. Pushing me against the wall of the building, he brought his hands on either side of my face. My heart pounded desperately against my chest, and I blinked, frightened, up into the stranger's face.
"Listen to me," the man said, his mint-flavored breath floating around me like a miasma, his face mere inches from mine. I struggled to move from him but he only pushed his body against mine to trap me in the vulnerable position. Moving one hand from the wall to lift my chin harshly to meet his eyes, which were as hard and glittery as blue diamonds.
"Let me go you fucking bastard," my voice was foreign to my own ears, being shaky. I was discomfited by the closeness of our bodies, his chest hard against my breasts and our lower bodies touching close.
"You are the most annoying little bitch I've ever met," he said, his eyes darkening as my own shifted from behind the protection of my glasses. Suddenly, a little smile crossed his sensuous lips and he dragged his right hand against my cheek. Stiffening, my eyes directed themselves back into those amazing, unrevealing eyes. In a flash, the man removed my thick, black framed glasses, making me gasp in surprise.
The world had gotten softer, everything smudged and misty. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, little girl," the stranger spoke, his voice hushed and husky. He tilted my head up, then all light disappeared as his face blocked my view. The soft touch of his lips against mine created a sudden spark inside me. White heat spread throughout my body, as he kissed me, his mouth moving expertly on mine. His other hand slid down the wall from adjacent to my face, to wrap around my waist, drawing me tighter aginst his body.
My eyes shuttered close, my mind concentrating solely on the feel of his heated mouth as his tongue invaded mine, the touch of his masculine body so near mine, his hands running over my blouse. Our breaths mingled, and suddenly I opened my eyes, when the man pushed me from him.
I could feel the flush that filled my face with an unattractive crimson color, and when he handed me back my glasses, I could see he had remained unchanged by that kiss. His face was the same as before, blue eyes coldly amused on me.
"How dare you," I tried to say angrily, but it came out in a muted whisper.
"Goodbye, little girl," the man said, as he walked into his apartment. "I'm sure we'll never meet again." The door slammed shut, arrogant and triumphant.
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PROLOGUE
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"I dislike confrontations in general," the young man spoke, in a deceptively casual tone which belied the dangerous spark in the vibrant blue eyes, "but I feel that in this particular case, it is rather unavoidable. Now, will you please answer my question before I very politely remove you from the premises?" His hair was ruffled, by amorous feminine hands or sleep or both, tousled in a wild blond wave and sticking up in spots. The crimson lipstick stains smudged on the collar of his improperly buttoned Oxford blue shirt had me guess as to the former.
Cheerfully, I bared my teeth at him in what I hoped was reminiscent of a smile, even though I was exhausted and in rather short supply in relations of the charm department. "Well, actually I was wondering if my brother was available. He lives here you know," I said conversationally, tugging at the hem of my plain white blouse warily.
An exasperated sigh exited his lips. "Pardon my rudeness, little girl, but you are wasting my time. I do not room with anyone, this is a private apartment." Disbelievingly, I stared up at him through my smudged glasses.
"But.. that can't be true. This is the right apartment, I'm sure of it," I faltered, looking around at the dingy hallway with unfinished wooden flooring covered with a ragged, unwashed carpeting of cheap material and the flickering dim lights. The smell of alcohol and smoke infiltrated the building, with constant noises erupting from each door. This was the only kind of apartment Dominick could get on such short notice, as well as his low paycheck, even when he roomed with a friend of his from college.
"Little girl," he said, mock patiently, "please leave now. If you haven't noticed, I am otherwise occupied. I don't have time for the likes of you." He ran a long, manly hand through his dark blond hair and got ready to close the door on my face.
"Wait a second!" I shrieked, putting my body against the door, panicked. "I am NOT a little girl," I said obstinately. "And you WILL help me figure this out!"
Anger deepened the color of his eyes, and he forcibly pushed me out into the hall with a strength that surprised me. He stepped out into the barely lit hallway and slammed the door shut behind him. Pushing me against the wall of the building, he brought his hands on either side of my face. My heart pounded desperately against my chest, and I blinked, frightened, up into the stranger's face.
"Listen to me," the man said, his mint-flavored breath floating around me like a miasma, his face mere inches from mine. I struggled to move from him but he only pushed his body against mine to trap me in the vulnerable position. Moving one hand from the wall to lift my chin harshly to meet his eyes, which were as hard and glittery as blue diamonds.
"Let me go you fucking bastard," my voice was foreign to my own ears, being shaky. I was discomfited by the closeness of our bodies, his chest hard against my breasts and our lower bodies touching close.
"You are the most annoying little bitch I've ever met," he said, his eyes darkening as my own shifted from behind the protection of my glasses. Suddenly, a little smile crossed his sensuous lips and he dragged his right hand against my cheek. Stiffening, my eyes directed themselves back into those amazing, unrevealing eyes. In a flash, the man removed my thick, black framed glasses, making me gasp in surprise.
The world had gotten softer, everything smudged and misty. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, little girl," the stranger spoke, his voice hushed and husky. He tilted my head up, then all light disappeared as his face blocked my view. The soft touch of his lips against mine created a sudden spark inside me. White heat spread throughout my body, as he kissed me, his mouth moving expertly on mine. His other hand slid down the wall from adjacent to my face, to wrap around my waist, drawing me tighter aginst his body.
My eyes shuttered close, my mind concentrating solely on the feel of his heated mouth as his tongue invaded mine, the touch of his masculine body so near mine, his hands running over my blouse. Our breaths mingled, and suddenly I opened my eyes, when the man pushed me from him.
I could feel the flush that filled my face with an unattractive crimson color, and when he handed me back my glasses, I could see he had remained unchanged by that kiss. His face was the same as before, blue eyes coldly amused on me.
"How dare you," I tried to say angrily, but it came out in a muted whisper.
"Goodbye, little girl," the man said, as he walked into his apartment. "I'm sure we'll never meet again." The door slammed shut, arrogant and triumphant.