Well, I'm starting another story called Wild Thing.
Darien is a young law student who wants to get his life back on track. He has to meet another one of his father's wives, who just happens to have a young, attractive and rebellious daughter, Serena. The last thing he needs right now is another wild ride, but Serena is determined to show him that she means more.
I hope you guys like it.
Wild Thing
Chapter 1 – Good Girl
Serena looked at the clock for the tenth time in the past 30 minutes and then glanced back at Raye. They both exchanged bored looks.The blonde tilted on her side towards the window, admiring the carefully sculpted snowflakes falling peacefully from the grey sky.Winter was at its best, it had been a few days since the snow had started, and now it looked like a thick, white cover had fall over the city.
The small bell rung to signal the end of detention, the educator got up from her seat silently, along with all the other mutinous students.
Serena grabbed her bag and coat from her chair hurriedly; there was no time to waste. She needed to get home ASAP.
"URGH, I never thought four eyes would actually send us to detention for foul language..." mumbled Raye. The two girls left the room hasting through the other kids and entered the large corridors of school.
"Why are we walking so fast?" asked Raye, slipping her other pale manicured hand into the leather glove.
"Because I'm supposed to meet Greg and his family. Now."
Serena halted a vacant taxi and they got in.
Raye pulled out her compact mirror.
"Shit, have you seen the weather outside? I hate winter. What a bunch of crap." she whined as she applied another touch of mascara to her lashes. Serena smiled, Raye hated winter because it meant Jared, her soon-to-be boyfriend would be spending all his free time snowboarding at his country house till spring.
The vibration coming from her purple crocodile bag interrupted her thoughts.
"Hey mum. I know… I'm sorry. Raye and I stayed at the library to study. Yup, I'm on my way. Okay see you, bye."
"Alright, bye." grumbled Raye as both she and Serena closed their phones.
"Sheesh," uttered Raye, "You'd think a girl could get a break for 2 seconds?"
Serena turned to her, "What'd she say?"
"She's like," "Raye I'm tired of your clothes lying everywhere, I'm not your maid and neither are the maids!" she mimicked in a high-pitched voice. The two girls exploded in laughter.
"She thinks she can just act like my mother and there will be no punishment? That's it; I'm switching her Xanax with laxatives again, it'll serve that bitch right."
The taxi stopped and the two girls got off in front of a large residential domain for the old and the rich.
"Call me tonight to tell me how it went." Raye called out as they parted ways.
"Serena!", grumbled her mother sternly as she caught her daughter tip-toeing past her.
Serena sighed helplessly and turned on her heels.
She could see her mother sitting in their fancy living room on the couch with a glass of champagne in her hand. She was all pearled up, wearing a classic little black dress with her hair tied up in a tight sophisticated bun. Her look was straight out of Breakfast at Tiffany's.
The guests had already arrived.
She couldn't see them, because they were sitting on the other side of the room, but she could see her mother's angry crooked smile when she couldn't scowl at her daughter in front of guests.
"I just need to go change in my room. I'll be right there." she said softly and climbed up the stairs.
Serena smoothed out her dark green dress tunic over a plain white blouse. Her hair was in the usual buns style and she'd put a bit of makeup on, not too much. Tonight, she was going to be the good girl.
She splotched a bit of eau de toilette on her chest and took a good stare in the mirror. She'd met Greg before, briefly, but enough to know he was an okay guy. She also knew he came with luggage, family.
Cross your fingers he's not the type with twenty kids each from a different mother.
There was no turning back, no running out on this. She would have to face reality sometime. And besides, this was for her mother's happiness, something she had been longing for since her father's death.
"You can do this Serena, you can do this." she took a deep breath, Raye has done this a thousand times.
She left the room, wearing her very best phony angelic smile.
DARIEN POV
It was a nice house. She had simple, classy taste. Ilene was a very beautiful woman. She seemed independent, not at all like all the other gold-diggers my father had gotten used to. At first, when he told me that he wanted me to meet her, I was expecting the worst. But turns out, this isn't so bad. She doesn't even have kids.
"So Darien, your father tells me you're studying law in NYU? You know I used to study there Greg, honey?" She smiled at my father, placing her hand over his. She turned back to me, playing with her pearl necklace, "How do you like it over there?"
I bent over to reach an appetizer on the glass plate, "I love it, the teachers are great, and so are the classes. I couldn't ask for better. I recommend it to anyone." Ilene nodded comprehensively, smiling to me with her eyes.
"I also loved it. I'm thinking about sending my Serena there." she said as she glanced at her watch and sipped on her drink. I almost choked on my escargot.
Please tell me she's talking about her niece.
There was a light clap sound, like a door. Someone was coming towards us, but I couldn't see who. I just noticed a strand of blonde hair flying past us when Ilene's expression turned black, almost mad.
"Serena!"
A daughter. Of course, I knew there was a catch. My father always said: 'When you take a woman, you take her with her smarts, her good looks and the ton of heavy luggage that goes with it.'
The girl said something in a small voice, I couldn't hear, but I could tell, she was young. Like one of those screaming, scrawny girls.
Great
The blonde girl swiftly left the hallways up to the upper floor.
We continued to talk about University and what I was going to do after that, we talked about the wedding in late spring, and that her daughter would be graduating from high school.
Serena walked into the living room gracefully. Careful with those heels, Sere.
"Gentlemen, may I present my beautiful daughter Serena." Serena was almost embarrassed by her mother's unnatural tone. She smiled at the two men, one sitting next to her mother, the other on the opposite divan, right next to her seat.
I shook hands with the eldest one first, he had grey hair and a friendly smile, "Serena, you remember Greg Shields,"
Her mother pointed to the darker haired, younger, and much, much handsomer one. "this is Darien, his only son."
A whole lot better than the twenty-five kids.
He had dark, ebony smooth shiny sexy hair. Maybe he's a model. Raye was going to freak.
His dark blue eyes were so dark… and cold. In fact, when they shook hands, Serena felt a twinge of electricity between them. Not the sparkly romantic type, but the non-friendly, hostile type.
Okay…so he's frosty at first.
The rest of the evening, Darien was practically silent; his eyes wandering everywhere except Serena. His hands were clasped so tight his knuckles were white. Clearly, no one had told him there would be a girl.
Greg was very friendly; keeping the conversation at it's pace. He went on asking Serena questions about high school and her aspirations for later on. He was nice, and funny too, the perfect match for her mother. She tried her hardest to follow everything he was saying with interest, but Mr. block of ice in the corner seemed too intriguing.
She tried to give him a few friendly smiles, but he always avoided her gaze.
At the end of the night, they hadn't exchanged two words and it time to leave.
At the door, Ilene pecked Greg on the cheek and whispered something gentle in his ear. Serena's heart sank as Darien leaned practically mechanically over to give her the traditional kiss on the two cheeks.
"See you at Brunch on Sunday!" said Greg as he waved to them.
Darien followed him silently into the car and they drove off.
"So, what did you think?" asked Ilene as she loosened her hair from the tight bun she'd had all night.
"Greg is very nice. I mean, he's really funny and…I like his personality." said Serena in a tiny voice.
She turned back to her bowl of cookie dough ice cream and silently took another bite.
Ilene kissed her daughter's head tenderly and brushed her fingers through the blonde strands.
"I know this may seem weird, but I promise you that things are going to be just fine." she whispered the end of her sentence hugging her daughter tightly.
Serena didn't look up; fearing her mother would notice her watery eyes.
"I know mom, I know."
NEXT DAY
"RISE AND SHINE SLEEPY HEAD!" exclaimed Serena as she jumped on Raye's queen-size bed.
A maid pulled all the curtains open and the room suddenly lit up.
Raye mumbled something about how this better be good and sat up drowsily.
"Raye, wake up because you are going to love what I'm going to tell you next."
The raven haired girl rubbed her eyes open, "They ran out of snow for the year?" she exclaimed.
Serena raised her eyebrow with as smile, "Not even close."
Raye was now listening attentively.
"What's got you all wrapped up like this Dar?"
Darien rubbed his temples as he slouched himself on the couch into mob of cushions. The aqua-haired girl sat next to him, adjusting her glasses over her eyes. When he didn't answer, she got up to the kitchen. She knew just what would make him happy: a nice cup of his favorite Super Marshmallow Chocolate Syrup Coco.
It could cheer him up after any bad day.
"She can't be that bad, can she?" she said, as she brought him his cup.
He gave her a grateful look and took a sip in the cup she'd given him the Christmas they'd met. He shook his head as his lips parted from the mug.
"She's just fine. I just think…"
He looked pensively into the chocolate and sighed.
"He always rushes into things without thinking. I hate that. Of course he wants to marry her when their still in their lovie-dovy phase. It hasn't even been a year yet. And then I learn she has a girl."
Michelle raised her eyebrow curiously, "So there's a girl?"
Darien gave Michelle a weird look. "She's seventeen goddammit."
Michelle exploded in laughter. "So?"
Darien shrugged. "So…I don't know. She looks a lot older than she really is."
The woman tilted her head back in excitement, "I love when there's a girl involved!!"
Darien shook his head disapprovingly, looking back into his cup. "She's way too young to be involved."
Michelle sat up, leaning towards Darien. "You know what they say Dar, Age don't mean a thing."
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