AN: Hello Everyone, this is a short authors note. But I'm back! (Hiatus explanation in bio) I hope you all like this story. Formerly EternalEquality.
CHAPTER ONE: NEW YORK
The sound of police cars and traffic rang through the extremely spacious penthouse apartment. The floor to ceiling, one way windows provided a vast view of the New York skyline in all its post-midnight glory. Tall buildings with lighted windows looking like the sky with all its stars twinkling on a clear night acting true to the "City That Never Sleeps."
New Yorkers everywhere were either sat at a bar, worked overtime or slept. The city was well awake - much like the two occupants of the large monochrome bedroom.
The layout of the room was simple and sharp; the walls were painted a pristine white, two double doors lined the right side of the room, one leading to a bathroom, the other leading to a closet, the left side of the room had a set of French doors showcasing the extravagant view of New York City, sat by the doors was a simple black desk with a Mac and a battered textbook, the centre wall had black and white pictures of the city in classy black frames and a black bed leaned against the wall like a shadowed figure in an alley guarded by two matching nightstands.
Ebony sheets were crinkled at the bottom of the large bed, white and black pillows were scattered on the dark wooden floor and the smell of sex radiated from the centre of the room.
Two figures, stark naked, slick in sweat and bodies trembling with passion lay in the middle of the bed, fingers entwined above the woman at the bottom's head lovingly, her right leg tightly wrapped around the man on top's back side as he thrust into her.
His hair was messy and sticking out from all directions as he allowed his blue eyes to bore into her brown ones, whispering her name in chants as she let out gasps of his name in return. With their arms above them, the delicious friction created by their bodies created a physical and emotional heat between them as the bed shook from their love making.
And just as the clock struck 2:00am the woman released her lover's hands to lovingly embrace him as they climaxed into each other's arms, their satisfied grunts and moans adding to the background noise of the City.
The man lightly lay on the woman, burying his head affectionately into her loose waves, smiling into her neck.
"You okay, Brie?" he casually murmured into her hair, nuzzling into her neck. The woman, Gabriella, or as he called her, Brie, smiled and sighed contently.
"Yeah..." she whispered, allowing her right hand to come up and playfully rustle his hair, "Troy?"
"Hmm?"
She laughed at his obvious tiredness as she felt his body feel heavier on top of hers, "Baby, you're heavy," she giggled. A small chuckle escaped his, Troy's, lips before he flipped them over so she lay on top of him.
"Problem solved," he said proudly, wrapping an arm around her slim waist and kicking the comforter over them using his legs.
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Gabriella smiled into jaw line and placed a kiss there, allowing herself to be sandwiched between her lover and his warm comforter on that cold New York night.
The sky cried all over New York on a not-so-rare rain filled morning. The pit pat of water droplets teamed tightly with the grey skies created an overall negative atmosphere which reflected the mood of the city's residents, in particular, the students of New York University.
There was no wallpaper in the room, instead books stood, binder to binder, new and old, together on the old bookshelves. A peaceful quiet was echoing off the walls and the only sounds to heard were the rustling of papers and the scribbling of pens by the students.
Gabriella Montez sat at a table in the corner, her hair in a messy bun and dressed in an over sized tshirt which swallowed her frame and straight cut jeans tucked into plain black boots splattered with rain. She sat with two books open, one a Law textbook, the other, a Bible studies book, one was being read for her sake, the other being read for the sake of her parents.
Growing up to strictly Christian parents made it increasingly difficult for her to free herself, even at the age of twenty, she found herself restricted by the rules of her parents due to what she, and they, considered honour and respect.
No skin was allowed to be shown below the knee, her boobs must never be on show, no clothes were allowed to fit like a second skin and no high heels.
If it weren't for the fact that her parents weren't particularly rich when she was younger, Gabriella was sure she would've gone to an all-girls Catholic school. It was when she was sixteen that her parents acquired wealth, but by then, she had been able to fight for her right to stay at her high school.
"Bible studies?" she heard a bored voice say, "Again?"
Gabriella lifted her head to observe the blond next to her. Ryan was a petite psychology student and Gabriella's only close male friend that her parents knew and approved of. He was quiet to the outsider, and loud to the insider. His shag of blond hair giving him an innocent look that not many twenty year olds possessed and his grey eyes allowing the elders to see the youth in him.
Mrs Maria Montez had once seen that Ryan attended church with his sister and she had claimed he was a "fine, young man" who provided a "breath of air to society."
Gabriella smiled at her friend, "My mom wants me to be more involved with the Church, so she's suggested I do monthly classes to kids."
Ryan's naturally thin eyebrows rose, "Fun..." he muttered sarcastically, pulling her Law book closer to him and allowing a small laugh to escape his lips, "And this is even more fun..." he said, before pushing it back in her direction.
Gabriella rolled her eyes, capping her pen and turning her body to give her full attention to him, "Why are you bothering me?" she asked kindly.
"Live a little, Gab," he said, playing with the collar of his designer polo shirt , "Let's go get coffee!"
"So much for living," she teased, poking the air in front of him before beginning to pack up her textbooks.
She had learnt when she started NYU that declining Ryan Evan's company whilst he drank his usual coffee and ate his usual muffin was like denying a grandmother her set of teeth, annoying and filled with silent treatment.
"Let's go," she beckoned, walking ahead out of the library as he followed like a giddy child.
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"Urgh..." Ryan moaned as he bit into his triple chocolate muffin, "This gives the most intense foodgasm ever!"
Gabriella nodded, pulling at the buttons on her woollen cardigan, "I'm sure it does."
"Not that you'd know, Mary," Ryan playfully responded, referring to the Virgin Mary, a common joke between the two friends.
"Ha ha."
Ryan laughed at the girl opposite in him, although his insides felt bad, he always did, he felt bad for her. It was one thing if he knew Gabriella was a hundred and ten percent happy with her lifestyle, but he knew she felt incomplete, she'd never said it, but he could read her well, after all, he was a psychology student.
"I know. I'm hilarious!"
Gabriella smiled widely at her friend, showing her perfectly teeth that lit up any room when she beamed, and watched as he continued to eat his muffin. Her fingers circle the edge of her cup, which was half filled with tea and her eyes wandered around the comfortable shop they sat in. In one corner sat a couple snuggling together, sharing a slice of carrot cake, next to the counter sat three students doing, what she presumed was, revision and on the table closest to her sat two men in business suits. One had a salt and pepper hairdo with his back to her, and the man opposite him sat with dark brown hair styled into a clean side part, and although his body faced the man opposite him, his eyes were focused on her as a small smile played on his lips.
Troy.
Her own eyes widened at the sight of him and she watched as his small smile turned into a smirk at her shock.
"Gab, are you listening?"
Gabriella's head subtle shot to her friend who had finished devouring his muffin and was now peacefully drinking his coffee.
"I'm sorry, no, I just zoned out," she blurted out and watched as his eyebrows shot up, "thinking about my Sunday class is all."
Ryan bought it, it was a usual response and from Gabriella's mouth, not odd at all.
"Fun!" Ryan said, gulping down the last of his coffee, slamming the cup down and throwing his muffin wrapper into the cup.
Gabriella sipped her tea slowly, "That's beginning to become a very common response from you..."
Ryan shrugged and stood up, brushing his jeans of any lint and shuffling his immaculate loafers around on the wooden floor, "Let's go. You done?"
Gabriella shot Troy a look, only to find him engaging in a discussion with the suited man opposite him, "Um, actually I think I'll stay and finish my tea, maybe even get a muffin and go over some notes," she nodded towards her tea and then her bag before looking up at Ryan who was walking backwards towards the door.
"Suit yourself, I'll see you later," he smiled and walked out, jogging across the street quickly whilst the green man lasted at the traffic lights.
Looking back to Troy she found him standing up, flashing a charming smile at the older man as he shook his hand, she listened carefully as thanked the man and bade him goodbye, watching as other man left the shop, but Troy, himself, not leaving. Instead he packed his papers into his bag and moved to sit at the table right next to Gabriella, setting his elbow on the wood, and letting his chin lean on his hand, staring into her eyes softly, "Hi, Baby."
She smiled at him, "Hi," she whispered back, "Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon with all of your meetings and such."
Troy smiled back, "Yeah, well, I decided to take the old men out of the building. Clearly they don't get out much."
Gabriella laughed and took in his formal attire before noticing his converse and raising her eyebrows, "Converse?"
"Comfortable. He didn't realise, my smile was too distracting."
"Right..." she said before standing up and collecting her things, smiling sadly she turned to directly faced him, "I should get..." she trailed off and used her thumb to point in the direction of the door, "Someone might..." she didn't get to finish as he discreetly stroked her thigh.
"Alright. I'll see you on... Friday."
She nodded and began walking backwards towards the door just as he friend had done not too long before, "Three days," she whispered, more to herself than him, before turning around to leave.
As she opened the shop's door, she turned to find him longingly staring after her.
"Just three," she whispered again, nodding in goodbye before stepping out into the cold streets of New York.
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