Tris POV
Strutting down the crumbling pathway I feel eyes on me. Not just any eyes either. The only eyes I've needed all night. I decide now is a good time to call out the eyes that've followed me from the prestige bar.
I pause my walk and turn toward them, jutting my hip out to the right, "You gonna come talk to me or just gonna follow me home?" I ask smirking cheekily at the young man who towers over me by another foot or so.
He fumbles for a response, "Oh- Uh… I didn't re-"
"You're lucky you're hot." I cut him off with a wink and sashay away from him.
"Hey! Wait!" I stop in my tracks as per his request, "Can I at least get your number?"
I smirk in response, "I'll do you one better" I grab his hand and pull him along with me, his laugh is could probably be listed under melodic but I'm not listening to him. I have to stay focused.
"Hey? So my place or yours?" he flirts,
"Mine, obviously!" I turn to him as we stop in front of the block of apartments I've been living in for the past weekend, and draw him close.
"Kiss Me," I whisper, it comes out as more of a command then I intended but eh, it'll get the job done.
He places a soft hand on my left cheek and kisses me tenderly.
His eyes search mine as we pull apart, "What's your name?"
"Rachel. Rachel Michaelson." I grab his hand and run towards the elevator and pull him inside.
We wait for the top floor, not missing a beat, his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me close and into a heated make-out session only interrupted by the ding of the opening elevator.
"Shit. This is huge!" he mutters,
I smile, "Mummy and Daddy weren't poor and I mean being and only child meant all of it came to me," I smile shyly at young Alex.
I move out of his grasp and walk towards the bedroom with him following behind like a lost pup. "So how're we gonna do this Rachel?" his voice is nasely and is starting to get annoying. Thankfully.
I hide my smirk. "Well Alex. Something tells me yo–" He cuts me off,
"I didn't tell you my name…" he whispers,
"Indeed you did not," I point towards the bright red leather couch in the bedroom, "Now sit."
"No! I'm leaving you fucking creep!" Alex shouts and turns to run but the idiot smacks into the door.
I laugh at his stupidity. "Honestly Alex. Did you really think I wouldn't shut the door? That's like sex tip numero uno!" I grab him by his hair and push him into the lounge,
"Please! What do you want?" He pleads,
"Just a bit of fun. And don't worry, I'll help myself," I speak slowly, as I tie him to the arm rest, "It'll hurt less if you try not struggle," I sigh as I head towards the walk-in-robe.
"So, who are you?" he shouts,
"Your worst nightmare…" I release a fake laugh, "That's what people who are gonna kill you say right? God! I've been on the road awhile so I don't know what we say anymore. I think I told the last guy that I was his wife and I couldn't believe he forgot who I was. You know? Fuck with him a little?"
I re-enter the large bedroom dressed in black leggings, a black singlet and black leather jacket, along with a bag full of fun toys.
The look on his face is the best I've seen a little while. "Oh my god. You're her. You're the one wh–"
"I suggest you shut your face Mr Werst." I pull out a small throwing blade, "lets not make it worse than it already is, okay?"
He visibly gulps, "okay," he whispers.
Let the fun begin.
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