“Adonis don’t do it.”
I say to myself, and I can’t help but let the good guy in me win. I know what's in that drink and God knows what he would do to that person. I walk to them and as I pass them, I bump ghosties shoulder and hear a gasp as the drink spills all over the one in a toga. I smirk as I watch him become frantic and run to clean himself off.
I looked around after another moment and saw ghostie in the kitchen getting drinks. I walked up to them and introduced myself. She suddenly remembered me from earlier, when we had run into each other, intentionally on my part I may add. Not a mere coincidence.
She looked at me unamused as I tried to charm her. But she wasn't having it;Ha challenge accepted, Lillian I think is what she said her name was.
We continued to talk, and she was about to walk away, but I couldn’t let her go, not yet, so I stopped her and helped her with the drinks and helped her take them to her friends.
I introduced myself to her friends, and they both looked at me like I had just stolen the most precious jewel in their family collection. I boldly asked her to dance with Lillian and whisked her away before they could object.
We started to dance, and I watched her; I laughed because she looked kind of like cousin IT from the Adams Family when she danced, but then she looked at me with her honey-brown eyes, and I felt my dick twitch, god what would her skin feel like underneath my touch?
Oh, how I could make those pretty eyes roll back in simple pleasure. I know she said no touching, but I couldn't help myself. I walked over to her and put my hands on her hips. They were wide, and soft, I wondered what it would feel like to fuck them from behind. We keep dancing, and when I hear her laugh, I feel my heart race. What is this feeling? I started wanting more from her. I wanted to know what every part of her body felt like, but I started to go up to her sides, and I scared her.
She pulled away from me demanding why I had touched her; I told her why I touched her but then she did something that sent me for a loop. She slapped me, HA, she actually slapped me. I can feel my dick become harder, how I wanted to tie her up and teach her a fucking lesson about hitting people. I looked into her eyes after she did that knowing full well, she could see the hunger in my eyes, but what I saw in hers was not anger, not even fear no what I saw was regret.
I couldn’t scare her away, the mission would fail, I tried to reach out to her but then she ran from me. She fucking ran away. I love to see my prey run but with her, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to chase after my prey and fuck her right there. I look around for Liam and Noah and can’t see them anywhere.
I suddenly heard from her friend Liz. I think it was her name; she was yelling at someone but stopped when she made eye contact with me. She then spoke more quietly and hung up the phone.
“Hey jackass, what did you do to Lilly?”
She comes up to me and I can see she wants blood.
“Woah, I didn’t mean to cause any harm, I just-”
“He broke her only rule.”
Her other friend chimes in, Mary, I believe. They both shot daggers at me, and I can tell this is a touchy subject. They are probably the best way to get to her. I need to play my cards right with them.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her, I was only trying to get closer to her, because when I had bumped into her earlier, I just couldn't get her out of my head.”
I tell them, hoping they believe me, Mary seems to be falling for it, but Liz looks more on the fence.
“I would love to apologize to her for my behavior...”
I say and try to look wounded with regret, Liz finally caves a bit.
“Well knowing her she more than likely went to the lake; I think you can find her there.”
Liz tells me I nod and rush to the spot she told me about. Now I have some more details about her, much more personal information.
When I get to the lake the girls had told me about, I can see Lillian there by the edge. I came up behind her quietly, I wanted to say something, but I didn't get out of the tree line. Instead, I got curious and watched her. It was then I saw her take the sheet off, and with that. Where had I seen her before? It took me a moment to realize where I had seen her before.
Her hair was a dark chocolate brown that shone in the moonlight, her lashes were long and beautiful, she wasn't thin like her other friends, but she was still beautiful. She looked at herself in the lake and started crying; when I saw her crying, I felt a pain in my chest I hadn’t felt before and I don’t know why, but I wanted nothing more than to go and wipe those tears away. I heard everything she said about herself.
God how I wanted to reach for her and tell her to stop with the bullshit and stop talking so poorly about herself because to me she was the very moon itself the stars couldn't even compare to her brightness to her beauty. I shake my head; No, I can’t think about her like this. It’s not safe. I sat there with my heart aching as she cried until she couldn't cry anymore; I watched as she washed her face in the lake. I watch her slump down again.
I couldn't help but watch her as she got up and took her shoes off; what was she doing? I watched as she got in the water, was she going to drown herself? No, I can't let that happen! The mission depends on it! Then I saw what she was actually doing. She was having fun in the water, almost like the water was her home.
Then I heard it, like a siren's call, and she started to sing. Her singing brought me to my knees, when was the last time any other emotion other than pain and murderous intent?
The way she lost herself in the song had her smiling. Her smile could melt this world, and I would do anything to keep that smile on her face. She was free; I sat back, watching her, not wanting to ruin her happiness.
I told myself I wouldn't let myself feel emotion or attachment. Still, when I saw her, I knew what I wanted; however, it didn't matter because fate had a different plan.
She was the siren, and I was her captivated prey. I felt it; my heart fluttered suddenly as she took her hair down. I wanted to run my hand through that hair to feel it between my fingers, to grab it in my fist. I wanted to feel those soft, plump lips on mine. My dick twitched with the thought of them wrapped around me.
