EX Chapter: Adaptation XOXO 1-800-311-1412

(Author's note: This is an EX Chapter. It doesn't actually affect the overall story but its moreso for the entertainment and amusement of the writers and readers.)

(Sasha/Roman/Prince fan's enjoy.)

xoxoxoxoxox

Pain surged through her followed by a flood of pleasure.

Another sharp thrust sent a boiling warmth from the pit of her stomach throughout her entire body before the sensation sharply returned to her outer heart and lungs, her nipples.

Sasha grimaced, wrapping her legs around his torso. Sweat made him as slippery as a freshly caught fish. Her thighs cradled the dents in his as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the satin sheets and ramming her against the wall with the force of an ox.

Sasha giggled, the rush intoxicating her mind and body.

When he slipped out of her, Sasha breathed again. Life filling her body. She stared into his eyes. Jaded by blue contacts, his long black hair sopping wet with sweat.

She'd been making love to Roman for nearly a half an hour. It'd been weeks since the last time she'd shared a bed with her lover.

A man making love to a woman for such a long time only meant one thing.

The man felt like he had something to prove. He had to prove he was better than the rest. He had to show her and he had to show himself. He had to be the measuring stick for her eternity.

As Roman planted a deep kiss on her lips to navigate her mind away from the brief intermission. Sasha closed her eyes and mind drifted again. Back to 'him'.

Titanically tall, maple brown eyes, coconut skin, cropped black hair. Many words described him. An asshole.

Sasha gripped Roman's arm, guiding it away from her anus. (Not today.) a silent and polite refusal for anal. Her anus was exit-only.

When Roman thrusted himself within her again, Sasha gasped, losing her breath as agony and pleasure dueled within her oncemore. She closed her eyes. Trying to imagine the roar of a majestic lion. A roar that would travel hills and acres, announcing the kings dominance. 'This is my house'

Then a second roar filled her mind. An ear-splitting unrivaled roar that reminded the lion of its place. The dragon, ruler of the skies and tyrant of all living things circled above pride rock reminding the lion of its place.

The lion was merely a figurehead. 'Keep my throne' warm.

Xoxoxoxox

Sasha sighed, watching the hotel room door shut. She lay beneath the sheets, staring at the TV screen.

Why couldn't she get Prince out of her mind. What did he ever do to her? For her?

Sasha shook her head. Not wanting to answer the question. She turned to TV.

A commercial caught her eyes.

An answer. Sasha bit her lip, staring at her cell phone.

Xoxoxoxoxox

The phone ringed. Ringed.

Call waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Elevator music.

Elevator music.

More elevator music.

Call waiting.

...

"Hi."

"Hello," Sasha sheepishly greeted, "Miss Cleo, how are you doing?"

"I'm doin fine. Baby, how are you," the tarot psychic nodded. Relaxing in her plush armchair, eyes closed.

Wild curly black hair wrapped in a golden shawl, a single golden pyramid earring dangled from her right earlobe. Dressed in a gold and black dress, golden rings on her fingers, pyramid necklaces, a wide grin shackled her Jamaican accent.

"I'm fine," The caller responded.

"Give me..." she paused as the energies played with soul momentarilly, "give me ur birthday, baby."

"Umm, January twenty-sixth, nineteen ninety two."

"Ohhh," Miss Cleo nodded, "ohhh," it was all pouring into her mind. "Isis."

"Yes."

"You're torn, darlin."

Sasha was speechless. Her ears open.

"Torn between a reigning lion and ze prince of ze dragon."

"Oh my god," Sasha gasped, immediately understanding the reference.

"Zese two are ready ta tear eachother apart just ta be wit ya. Sooner or later, you already know, ur gonna have ter make a decision on what ya want, baby."

Sasha sighed. The whole reason behind her calling Miss Cleo was information on what decision to make.

"What you have now is merely an illusion, baby girl. You see the lion as a canopy of protection but the lion is chained. The lion is shackled. It can only move on land. Ze dragon rules the skies, lives under ze water in some cases and scorches ze land Ze dragon lives on. Security and protection can be found with both but ze dragon is too hard for most to tame."

Cleo continued, "You thought you were on the Titanic and decided to swim to shore. Ze land is comfortable for now. Neither is more safer than the other. Your heart knows where it belongs. Destiny has shown you where you belong but your future is in your hands."

"Sooooo...," Sasha shrugged, "Do I stay with Roman...or should I be with Prince?"

"Ze stars and your future ur brighter when you follow destinies path, darlin...but you will have to fight for every vessel of blood in the dragon's body. Once you tame that dragon, it will never forsake you."

"Yeah, but Roman is already that way with me." Sasha counted.

Cleo sighed. "Easy come, easy go, baby girl. Most relationships run zeir course like a pill of tylenol in your blood. Some are meant to be temporary. Few are meant to be permanent."

Sasha stared at her reflection in their mirror across the room. Her hair frizzed, displaying the jungle that Roman's bedroom became during their recent "workout session".

Sasha pulled the satin sheets to her sternum and layed down on the plush pillow.

"I just...don't know."

"Ur man now...he's at work, now."

Sasha nodded.

"Ur man's stressed because he see's you closin your eyes when you're in ze lovenest, child. He see's that far off look in your eyes everyday when you're daydreaming about the dragon. When you're wonderin if ya made ze righ decision ur nah, baby. Ee know's ur zinkin abou someone else, darlin. Ur makin love the dragon zrough ze lion, girl."

Sasha sighed. Trying to erase Prince from her heart was mission impossible. It wasn't about sex.

She remembered when she reached into that jar by the pool. Her fingers digging and twining around silver, gold, platinum but when touched one watch her entire body felt like it had been lit on fire. She withdrew her hand, letting that fire subside. Then she dug again, touching the touching, her fingers wrapping around it. It felt like fate had guided her to that party.

Sasha shook her head. "Miss Cleo, what do I do?"

"Zu dumb bitch did zu nah hear me ze first zousand times, I told ya!"

Sasha sat up. Shocked, "What?"

"Em done wit ya. Destiny dun shown u what ta do! Miss Cleo zun told yer wat ta do! Hotline, CUT ZAT BITCH OFF!"

The line went dead.

Sasha stared at the phone. Shocking momentarily. She shook her head, laughing hysterically. "Oh my god"

Sasha layed back in the mind staring at the black ceiling. Imagining the rising dragon and roaring lion in the Savannah. Between them, standing atop the water of a pond the goddess Isis stood, tempting the two.

THE END

(Inspired by "Adaptation" and "The Zone" by The Weeknd)