Sorry I took so long wit dis, my mind kinda concentrated on my other story "Stolen Fate" but hey, im back!
K, anywayz, enjoy
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The second he stepped inside the condo, Darien wanted to kiss her. She was splayed out on the couch, dressed in shorts and a thin camisole. The fabric would barely cover her body and left everything for eyes to see.
The room was dim, the TV on and emitting a bluish light on Serena. Her mouth was slightly open and her arms were crossed over her midsection. Tip toeing toward her, he knelt beside the couch and stared his fill.
Her breathing was even and faintly brushed his nose when he leaned in close.
"Serena?" he whispered, hoping for her to wake up.
"Hmm," she murmured, shifting her body, this time on her side, facing Darien.
He gave up and went to go through the mail. Bills and credit card offers laid atop the desk next to the front door.
But one letter caught his eye. It looked plain but the name was what caught his attention. Nathan Mackenzie. There it was. Scrawled nicely with a San Francisco address. Ripping it open, he read the contents hurriedly lest Serena woke up.
Dear Serena,
I know you might've thought that you'd never hear from me but my recent actions have said otherwise. I was stupid to leave you and I regret everything I did and how I did them. I was a coward when I left that message on your phone instead of just telling you to your face. I want to change back the clock and be there still, in New York, with you.
I'm coming backing two days. I hope we can resolve this.
Yours always,
Nathan
Darien's eyes hooded over and his anger rose to great heights. Did he really think it'd be that easy? He had to make sure that Serena never saw the letter. Tearing it to shreds, he dumped it in the garbage and started to get dinner ready.
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She couldn't sleep and in the end had decided to down some Nyquil and fall asleep in front of the TV. Serena dreamt of Nathan, his arms around her, whispering sweet nothings to her ear.
And when he leaned to her, she could swear his breathing on her felt so real. Yet, it felt so unlike him. Like it wasn't really him doing that.
The smell of chicken woke her up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Darien?" she called.
"Yeah?" he answered from the kitchen.
"When did you get home?" she stood up and went into the kitchen.
"An hour ago," he said, stirring something.
She trifled a laugh. The cuffs of his very-expensive shirt were rolled up to his elbows and he wore a pink apron. An apron with ruffles that Serena had thought was the cutest thing when she brought it.
"What's so funny?" he asked, seeing her face break out.
"Nothing," she giggled a little and went behind him to see what he was making.
The pot n front of him held mashed potatoes. On the counter was a plate of chicken tenders. It made her almost cry. Mashed potatoes and chicken tenders was her favorite food to eat when depressed.
"Thanks for making dinner," she kissed cheek and made to walk away when he grabbed her arm and brought her to him.
"That's all I get for slaving away at a hot stove?" his eyes hiked up mischievously.
"And what would O Great One like in return?"
"A kiss," his face serious.
"A kiss?" she inquired.
"Yes, a kiss," he said again, pulling closer to her.
She shrugged her shoulders and put her hand on his neck to bring him down. But instead of giving him the kiss, he came crashing down on her, muffling her cries of surprise.
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Pressing her against the fridge, he took advantage of her shock and sucked on her mouth. Her tongue fought him, wanting him to break away but he stood his ground.
He grinded his hips on hers, a moan producing from her mouth. Grabbing her hair in one hand, he pushed his deadly tongue into her, wanting her, hungering for her. Her hands encircled his neck, also wanting more. He lifted her legs to his waist, fumbling with his pants zipper. Shit! It was stuck. After one more pull, it went down and he readied himself for it.
Drawing her shorts from her bottom, he slipped his hand down her panties and inserted a finger in her. She jumped a little and arched to feel it more. Jerking her fast until she was wet and ready, he pulled out.
He held her hips and went in, hearing her grateful scream from her throat.
"God, Darien," she moaned again, her breast crushed between them.
He kissed her again and again, feeling his arousal growing.
The fridge began to shake with Darien's thrusts, the racket resounding in his ears. He didn't care at the moment. The second he asked for the kiss, he knew it wouldn't be enough for him. He knew he had to have her, whether it'd be now or after dinner. Either way, he needed this, needed her.
"Serena," his voice was rough, sweat breaking out on his face.
He moved inside her fast, feeling every inch of her around him. Darien could feel his resolve breaking if he didn't get more of her.
After coming, he pulled out and turned her around, entering her. Her hands were on the fridge, with his on hers.
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She didn't know what to say. This sudden outburst piqued her curiosity. Darien generally could restrain himself but this was scaring her. It was as if he wanted to forget something; something was on his mind and it might be tormenting him.
She screamed when his hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them hard, fondling them and teasing her nipples.
Serena's breathing kept her from saying something to him. Did he just get rejected from some girl? That was usually the reason if he came home and mauled her, as if to ensure his manhood.
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Serena was breaking down, Darien could see. She was still too tired from her nap to handle everything he was giving her. But oh God, did he want her! Her scent was intoxicating and her taste, the taste of her sent him to the edge.
He nipped at her neck, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure. It was all too much for her, he felt, but he couldn't stop.
And when it was over, he slid out of her and leaned against the counter, collecting his words.
Serena faced him, her face flushed and relived.
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Few days later, Darien found himself alone at home, a glass of Merlot twirling in his hands.
Serena had decided to stay late at work, to make up for all the work she missed or didn't finish.
And Darien…he had decided to stay home for he was waiting for an unwanted visitor to arrive. He knew today was the day and had to make sure Serena never knew of it.
The doorbell rang and he jumped up, composing himself and walked to open the door, the wine glass still in his hand.
"Well, hello there," he said pleasantly, not hiding disdain in his face.
"Is she here? I wanna talk to her?" Nathan tried to pass through but Darien stopped him.
Serena faced heartache because of this man. Never again.
"Actually, she's in bed."
"Well, can you wake her up and tell her I'm here?"
"I didn't say she was asleep. I just said she was in bed," the hint was evident in his voice, something he had perfected for an hour.
Nathan looked down and noticed Darien to be dressed only in slacks and no shirt. The wine was half gone.
"You bastard," he growled, knowing he had been right about there still being something unresolved between them.
"Your loss," Darien countered.
"She never got the letter, did she?"
"Oh, she did but did you really think she'd care anymore. You left and she moved on. End of story," Darien made to close the door but Nathan put out his hand.
"Wait. Tell her I'm not leaving town until we talk," Nathan waited a few more seconds then walked down to his shiny car.
"Fucking punk," Darien wanted to take her away from this all.
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REALLY SORRY I SOO TOOK LONG WIT DIS CHAPPY. My computer got a virus last week and it took a full week before da guy living upstairs from us could fix it. Next chappy finds Darien in new relationship.
Hope u likey
Also, I promise to make da next chappy longer……………..