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Guilt Trip - Chapter 1

She sat in front of the mirror, her chocolate eyes popping under her smoky eyelids. A steady hand painted plump lips a bold red, and then tied sun-kissed curly brown locks into a loose side ponytail. The silver hoops that hung from her ears dangled precariously, giving off the illusion of a long neck. Very carefully, she worked the embroidered fish net stockings up her slender legs. Stuffing her feet in a pair of high heeled boots before she smoothed out the short royal blue dress she was wearing.

She looked over her image in the mirror. She adjusted her bra so that her assets were properly displayed. She had to look her best since she was sure they were going to break up. After all, his wedding was the next day. And this, she believed, was the best she had looked in a while. A reminder of what he chose not to have.

His car announced his arrival before his knock did, the smooth purr of the engine hummed softly underneath her bedroom window. She stole a glance, noting that his tuxedo was hanging up in the back seat. She sat for a moment longer before making her way to the door. After taking a deep breath she opened the door and tossed him a most nonchalant glance.

"Don't you have a key?" She asked with a roll of her eyes.

"I wasn't sure if you wished for me to use it." He replied as she stepped aside to allow him into her home. His eyes travelled up and down her frame while he hid his true feelings behind an emotionless mask.

"Did I ever say otherwise?" She asked tapping her chin lightly before turning into her living room, surprised that he didn't follow her in. "Is there a problem?" She called back to him.

"I can't stay too long… I just needed to talk to you." He said stiffly deciding that staying rooted to his spot was his best option.

"Ah wedding preparations and all that…" She said softly before walking back up to him. "How was the rehearsal dinner? Sorry I couldn't make it." She said sarcastically.

"It was… well rehearsed…" He replied under his breath earning a light laugh from the female before him.

"That's a polite answer coming from you I suppose. So why exactly are you here?" She asked knowing damned well why he had made his way into her home.

"I need to apologize to you for the incident that happened a few days ago…" He started, but she was happy to elaborate for him.

"You mean when you backed me up against a wall and kissed me a week before your wedding. And then proceeded to pull my skirt up, and eat your fill all while your wife was in the next room?" She replied a bit more scathingly than she had anticipated.

"Fiancée…" He corrected.

"How quaint is it that that is the part of the sentence that you wish to correct mere hours before your wedding day?"She asked before she began to turn away on her heel.

"Don't…" He started before grabbing her wrist and twirling her back towards him. His fingers reached out and caressed her cheek. "Don't make this goodbye something horrible."

"And I suppose you think you can turn it into something beautiful?" She said stepping forward, invading his space with her scent and body.

"I'm sorry…" He muttered before pulling her into his body and capturing her lips in a long and passionate kiss. She felt him pulling away and the thought of him leaving sat for a moment in her mind. But he simply pulled off the coat he was wearing and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.

"I'll probably forgive you." She replied before he grabbed her lips once more this time a little bit more forcefully. "I always do…"

It only took a few seconds for them to reach the edge of disaster, though the freefall to the rocks below would be something for later. He lifted her up and started heading towards her bedroom. Her legs were locked around his waist as one arm held her against him and the other hand unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed her on the bed, only to be flipped over when he joined her. She sat her bottom right against his budding erection before laying her chest flush against his own. She looked at him through half lidded almost drunken eyes.

"Come on…" She whispered her warm breath blowing over his cheeks. "Give me something to remember.

"As you wish..."