Authors Note: (That's all folks, hope you enjoyed. Always always read and review to inspire me)
The world is wrong and the proof is in the infinity box that sits upon the old worn coffee table like a regal crown. While some would call it just a box, Amanda views it as art and what's inside is treasure.
In Allenwood she felt like she didn't have a purpose, like she was a wanderer with no destination but with the help of her late father she sees potential in herself even if that potential terrifies her.
The world is wrong and it is terrifying in more ways than one but it is also beautiful. This is something Nolan Ross wants to teach the young girl who he feels is throwing away her life on a promise he kept to a cell ridden man.
He could have easily rid her of this life with a borrowed can of gas and a match but Nolan Ross made a deal and he can't back out now.
He gave his word.
The two of them are both in too deep now, their wheels spinning with goals and a common thread.
He can see inside her head and the cob webs once there are now intricate designs that form an idea but right now it is all on hold.
Everything is on pause as she stretches out in her cherry blossom panties eying Nolan who is pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to figure out his part in all of this.
"Let me guess what you're thinking. Do I play the cool friend or the demanding dad?" she asks but he interjects.
"I'd say the "dad" theory is out the window since I already inhaled that junk you call cocaine…" he tells her with a sniffle.
"What do you mean junk?" she asks as she looks almost haunted.
"I mean…this stuff could be better. I've seen purer stuff than this out of a Splenda packet…" he tells her as he leads a line against his gums, letting it dissolve into his saliva. He's trying to turn her off completely but he doesn't think it is actually working.
It seems to be having the opposite effect on her.
"Who knew," she purrs as she climbs up onto his lap. His breath hitches but he doesn't stop her. Her hand doesn't tremble as she grips him by the throat.
He wheezes but meets her with a snarky response. "Does someone have a choking fetish we must address?"
"That's none of your business..." she barks as she tries to shed her skin of the old Amanda but so much still shines through especially with the cocaine rushing through her blood and clouding her system.
"Oh I think it is when your girl parts are playing bumper cars with mine…" he says as he throws her off of him. "You're high and drunk…"
"And when it fades I'm still going to be me, worthless and forgotten…oh wait I will never be forgotten. I'm infamous. Do you know what people call me when they see me?" she asks as she sits on the arm of the couch. "Damaged goods…Rotten"
Nolan cocks his head and tries to comfort her but he's afraid she'll get the wrong idea if he dares grazing her bare skin.
"I don't think of you like that," he states as he turns to face her, seeing the same sad girl David Clarke warned him about. David didn't even know the whole story but he assumed she was dealing with depression. He knew what being locked up did to a person.
It seemed the whole Clarke family did.
"How nice for you but you're a billionaire all you see is 100 dollar bills…" she murmurs as she goes down to the table for another taste of white.
Pulling back she leans the crook of her neck against the back of the couch, letting everything soak in. Nolan takes in every detail about how the light in the room shines against her skin and makes her come alive.
He's high too so everything is a bit garbled.
"There are stars in my eyes," he expresses as he loses interest in the lighting in the room. And his eyes set on the infinity box as it teases him. He wants another peek inside but he knows it is not forbidden fruit just like she is.
He watches her stand with a wobble and she almost looks like Bambi's mother right before she gets shot. The hunter will soon become the prey if she doesn't gain focus and strength.
"Constellations in mine, how quaint," she tells him as she opens the box, undoing the latch with more effort than usual.
A long moment goes by before she speaks. "IF you want a look inside, you have to play my game…"
"I only play games I know I can win," he proclaims as his lips curl and he taps his fingers against his knees.
He's all talk though and she knows it. She knows he is a loner and will do anything for a friend.
"Well with this game, everyone is a winner…" she tells him as she leans back into the chair across from the couch, the ones that is made of brown leather.
It's her throne and right now she is the queen.
If she's going to work with him in the future with regards to her father she needs to know she can trust him, that he is going to be a loyal asset to her end game.
"This life will be dangerous Nolan, but you cannot stray," she tells him as she takes a breath.
"I won't, I can't…" he sighs.
Amanda Clarke stands up and walks across the coffee table to him. She watches his eyes follow her tall frame as she drops down and stands between his legs.
"Prove it," she purrs as she grips a handful of his darker hair and makes him look up at her like a peasant.
She's never had this much control and this is a powerful aphrodisiac for her. She's not even surprised when she feels herself grow moist with arousal, her cunt like morning dew on blades of grass.
"I don't know what you want me to do…?" he asks nervously, becoming a shell of himself instead of a rock solid ball of confidence.
"Touch yourself."
"What?" Nolan asks as his eyes go wide like two blue gumballs.
"You heard me," she proclaims as she leans down to nip along his neck. Her tongue tastes his skin and he trembles beneath her crumpling like paper.
She hears a whimper come from between his parted lips and knows she has him right where she wants him.
"Amanda…" he begs, she can hear it in his voice.
"I said, prove it. You promised daddy dearest that you would help his daughter, give her anything she needs. If you can't take out your cock and show me what you're made of then how can I trust you with my secrets and with my life?" she says and with those words he begins.
First his fingers go to his belt and he concentrates on getting hard for her. Still jacked up on cocaine he knows it will be a difficult task to maintain an erection let alone get one but he listens to her every word.
"Is this really what you want?" Nolan Ross asks as he eases his manhood from his spider man boxers which make her chuckle. It doesn't surprise her that he's wearing cartoons since he's a boy at heart.
She has a pair of Hello Kitty underwear herself but she would never tell him that.
She doesn't answer, she doesn't know what it is she does want and she's not even that sure about what she is asking of him but knowing he is about to do it for her means a lot.
She doesn't look into his lap, only into his eyes. She wants to see his face when he cums, to watch the slight pain before the wave of emotions transpire before her. She wants to see what bliss looks like because she can't remember feeling it herself.
Lifting her shirt over her head so she's in underwear and a black lacy bra she eyes him and stands with her hands on her hips like wonder woman. "This is all you get…make it last cowboy," she growls.
She has no cares in the world right now, her soul in limbo.
Nolan bites his lip as he focuses, trying to play her game as his eyelids flutter. She's gorgeous, he's always thought so but they're both so lost and alone. They have no family, no friends to speak of.
They have more in common than everyone thinks.
His hand feels good but he wishes it was hers instead. Stroking his cock he leans back as he keeps his eyes on hers.
"One day you'll trust me…you'll let me in," he proclaims but she just nods and listens as he works his hand.
Her fingers move to the seat of her underwear where she finds she is wet but it more confuses her than anything. Again, it's a power trip.
Touching herself he lets his eyes fall down her body to watch but she moves forward, leaning in to tip his chin back to meet her eyes.
"Eyes on mine."
Nolan's blue eyes look to her darker pair and she sees he is having trouble. What the man needs is contact, someone to feel close to.
Maybe it is what she needs as well.
Leaning into him she cups his face and kisses him slowly, her body falling into his lap so she is sitting on his knee.
She reaches her hand on his length, gripping from base and stroking to the tip. She sinks her teeth into the flesh at his neck and he throws his head back in sinful pleasure.
She looks at him again and she is eager. She's always been more voyeuristic than a do it yourself type of girl when it comes to sex.
With her help he releases into her palm and she stares into his eyes seeing that look she's wanted to see but not feeling it herself. That feeling will take a lot longer to get to and it will begin with forming a plan for revenge.
Revenge is sweet.
"Amanda…" he groans sounding breathy and right then and there she almost kisses him back, she almost loses herself in him but then she realizes she is already lost.
She is already gone.
There is no more Amanda Clarke.
Easing off the man before her she watches him sober up ever so slightly, his jeans moving over his hips and his buckle snapping back into place.
She snaps back into place too and walks towards her front door.
"You need to go Nolan," she tells him as she watches him fumble about with rosy cheeks and obvious sex hair.
He's not surprised by her need to be alone. In the end you are always alone.
Nolan moves towards her and runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it down. "I'm here if you need me…" he says although he is at a loss for words.
Those are the last words she will hear from him before meeting him again in the Hamptons years later as Emily Thorne.
Opening her front door barely dressed she feels tears coming but she'll wait until he's out of the building to even think about crying.
She now knows who she has to become.
He steps outside of the little shabby apartment before turning back to look at her one more time to catch a glimpse of her.
"And Nolan?"
"Hm?"
"This never happened…"
