Chapter 2: DeWynter
Authors Note:
Hello guys! I just quickly want to say thank you for reading my story and being patient and wanted to give you guys a little heads up about the chapter below. Also, I want to thank Elvisfonz22 for the wonderful message, it was very encouraging and it made me realize that I needed to concentrate on my stories on here. Hope you enjoy! I will see you down below!
- QueenofCellos
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES THAT MAY NOT BE APPEALING TO SOME PEOPLE. VIEWER/READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
THIS FANFICTION IS RATED "M" FOR A REASON.
Now the story:
Before he knew it, there was a light knock at the door, it was a sound he knew all too well. Most normal people would have used the doorbell, but only Viola seemed to prefer knocking on the door, it was a quick and simple three tap knock. He stared at himself one last time in the mirror; checking for any signs of a flaw that would give away any hints of a one night stand, he turned his face to the right then left, nothing; no visible signs of bite marks or hickies. And if there were any, they were well covered up by a white collared dress shirt. Hopefully the bags under his eyes would imply a night of hard work instead a night of rough sex. He wore black slim fitted dress pants with similar colored leather shoes to compliment the top. He made sure the shirt had been long sleeved just in case any skin would show below his neck. Everything, with the exception of his hands, was out of sight. Viola always had keen eyes for anything out of the ordinary, there was always that demand for order, she would have no less. He reached for his comb and parted his short, ink black hair, combing it to the side to seem a bit more professional. A deep breath for confidence and he was off to the door, turning the knob until a click emerged and it opened.
"Viola," The tall man greeted his much shorter business partner and love interest."Please, come in." The door was opened wider and he gestured for her to come in, and she did. Her eyes darted from place to place, which made it seem like she examined every corner of the room. Thankfully, he had cleaned up all the disaster from Shaundi which had seemed to just appear magically this morning.
No words came from her lips, she had closed the door for him and led him towards the living room where they sat on the couch, next to one another. Viola stared at him for at least ten seconds, he swore that those were longest ten seconds he had ever experienced in his life, he feared that she may have found out until...
"Kiki is engaged." Viola spat out the news, her face was frightfully calm, she fell against his chest and rested there with an arm around his torso. He wrapped his arms around her in attempt to comfort her, but in reality he didn't know what to make of this.
"To whom, if I may ask?" He said.
Viola sat up, still leaning against him. "Dane Vogel, that bastard, ugh." She rolled her eyes in disgust and grabbed his shirt in anger.
"W-What?" He sat straight up in his seat, almost yelling the words out. "When did this happen?"
"It was announced today at a meeting, the one you missed," She told him, she pressed an accusing finger to his chest."Speaking of which, why weren't you at the meeting?" Viola demanded, her tone harsh.
"Shit." He groaned and facepalmed plomping back into his seat in dismay."I totally forgot that was today and overslept instead. I'm so sorry, Vi…" He placed a hand on her firm thigh, sliding his fingers slowly up her black skirt. "Will you ever be able to forgive me?"
Viola raised an arched eyebrow. "Forgiveness? Is that what you call this?" She chuckles to herself while placing herself on top of his hips and wrapping her legs around him, straddling him.
"If it's working, then yes, it is, is it working?" He pulled her closer to him, only to receive a giggle from her end. His hands rested on her hips. Her eyes were narrowed and she was biting her lip.
"We'll see…" Viola wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a light kisses on his lips. Her lips were soft and careful, unlike Shaundi, who had been more invasive in her waltz. She was unbuttoning his shirt with no struggle, she had done this many times; although, when she did do something clumsy it was always cute to him. It was a side only he got to see. He had been too in the moment, and almost forgot about the markings underneath.
"Fuck." He muttered hotly. "Viola, wait." His fingers went to her hands, stopping her in her tracks. She had gotten him to lie down on the couch as she sat on top of him. This made the situation a lot worse. Above him the woman stared down curiously.
"Why?"
He rubbed his eye and sighed. "I…" He paused for a minute, trying to come up with an excuse that would help his situation. He fake groaned as if in pain. "I-I actually ran into my kitchen table pretty hard and my side hurts." He put his hand on his left side and looked up at Viola to show her that it was real. Then he lifted his shirt up and there it was. It didn't look like a hickey anymore. It was just a mass of colors. Some portions were blue and purple. While some other spots had a reddish-yellow hue.
Viola looked confused for a few moments as her eyes analyzed the 'wound'. She tried to get closer to look at it better, but he lowered his shirt. And with that, Viola got off of him and sat on the couch. "You must have really rammed into the table then. Jesus." She told him as she looked at him carefully. He didn't sit up just yet. He leaned against the side of the couch, with pillows propping up the back of his head.
"Do you want to try something else?" She inquired as her eyes settled on his pants.
He swallowed hard as he looked at her. He hadn't had time to shower, yet Viola was already making her way down there. She lowered his pants just below his impending erection which was blocked under his tight briefs; which nearly showed everything.
Viola smiled up at him from where she kneeled down. He could feel his face flush as he looked at her beginning to lick him when she pulled his briefs down and away. A pang of guilt and pleasure swarmed him all at once. This felt wrong.
"Wait. Viola. This just…"
"What the fuck do you mean wait?" She began as she looked at him. "Christ, you-" Before she could say anything else, her phone rang. It was Phillipe Loren. No matter what, when it was Phillipe, everything froze and he became her first priority.
"Phillipe?" Viola spoke into her phone, her sophisticated demeanor showing up once again. "Huh? Yes sir, alright. I'll be there as soon as possible." Then she hung up on the phone.
He sat up on the couch, quickly covering himself up. Viola looked back at him. Any sign of whatever was about to happen was gone. The mood went just as it had came, it only had taken seconds.
"I have to leave. Phillipe called, I'm off to Steelport." Viola told him as she turned her heel and walked toward the door. He grabbed her hand taking a second of her busy schedule. She looked at his hand and then into his glossy grey eyes.
"I'm sorry, alright?" He apologized while shaking her hand up and down. "Maybe next time?" He had proposed but she only snatched her hand away and left, slamming the door on her way out with her head held high.
He went to the window, seeing a glimpse of her sports car veering off sharply into the main road; a trail of smoke behind her. The sounds of her screeching tires seemed to echo throughout the neighborhood. He watched as some people walked out of their houses to see what exactly was up, and they watched Viola's car go by. She'll never forgive me after this. He rubbed his neck and ventured toward the couch once more plopping down head first and grumbled under his breath. She sure as hell wouldn't forgive me if she found out about Shaundi either. Fuck. He reached for his phone in his pocket and sent her a text apologizing again. But he already knew she wouldn't respond for quite a while, and meetings would now be tougher than usual. She would probably avoid him too.
He stared up at his ceiling which was made up of mirrors. This would have made the whole ordeal a thousand times kinkier. He thought as he looked at himself from up there. He buttoned up his pants, then looked at his face.
His cheekbones were very prominent even though he was only twenty four. His dark black hair was still swept partially to the side, although it was now messy. He hadn't noticed but he pulled it back more than he had to the side. Whoops. But, he thought it complimented him. He had very harsh eyes that were accompanied with dark eyebrows which gave him a constant serious look. Then there was a scar that was on the part of his forehead that showed from his hairline to his left eyebrow. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time during a gang shoot out. A bullet skimmed his head, barely missing his eye as he ducked. He still remembered the scene clearly, his hatred for gangs grew more and more as they appeared out of nowhere. There would always be a group of kids wanting to prove that they're better than their competition. Whether it be colors or shapes or flags, there would always be that. Since then he vowed to try to bring any type of gangs to justice, and Dane Vogel was a way to do that. And now that he and Kiki were to wed, there would be a collaboration of two of the largest branches in business, together they could destroy anything in their path, together both Stilwater and Steelport would become two of the most successful cities in the country, they could do it.
Ring Ring Ring.
He picked up his phone, speaking of the devil himself. "Dane? Yeah, I'll get to it. Congratulations on your engagement by the way…"
From outside of the large house creeped a white van, parked in a place not so noticeable; behind a bunch of overgrown trees. It loomed not too far and not too close. Inside was a small crew of people handling some sort of eavesdropping machine inside of the car they sat in. They listened closely into the conversation the man inside the house was having as he walked around. One of the crew focused in on the conversation a static coming between, then clearing up.
A woman shook one of her teammates shoulders, alerting him to stop what he was doing."Sh Sh Sh. It's coming though, stay there and don't move it." She and the three others listened closely.
"Yeah, the project will be finished soon, don't worry, Dane, everythings under control."
The driver of the vehicle leaned forward in his seat, getting a better look at the man, from inside he saw the man stand up and leave the living room into the kitchen, he had gotten something out of the fridge, an apple, and took a bite out of it.
"I'll come in tomorrow for sure and show you what I have so far." He leaned against the counter now. "Alright, I'll see you then." He hung up.
The crew looked at each other in shock, and rumbled around rewinding and forwarding the call they had just recorded. There was something very essential to their plans that could jeopardize everything they were about, and this man was involved.
"Call Shaundi and tell her we've got something." One of them announced to the rest of the people in the car, he tapped the driver on the shoulder and pointed towards the road. "Let's get out of here, we got what we need."
"You got it." The driver smiled and readjusted his hat.
Another screech echoed through the neighborhood as the van peeled off in a hurry.
Thank you for being such a patient group for me and I apologize for being so late in updating, if you read my other fanfiction then you should already know that I'm not a very punctual person and I can update pretty late. I will do my best to try to keep my stories updated the best I can and entertain you guys at the same time. Thanks once more!
Lots of credit to my wonderful friend Layla (Descendant-of-Blue-Blood)for editing, and helping me write this chapter.
I'll hopefully see you in the next chapter.
Thank you for reading!
- QueenofCellos
