Here's the second edition!
Thanks to all the people
who read my story, and more
thanks to those who took the
time to email me and critique
it. Gave me a lil boost,
since I was a little shaky
on the comedy part. So..
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Disclaimer: I don't own
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this, personal story.
Chronicle Two
"Maybe it's a curse," whispered Mina, stopping mid-bite
to ruminate the possibility while the other girls eyed her
strangely.
"Mina! That's not supposed to make me feel better!"
I exasperatedly admonished, waving my fork threateningly at her.
"Of course, it's not a curse. A curse is scientifically
impossible," comforted Ami with her PhD level explanation, her
serene blue eyes resting upon me warmly.
"I swear that Darien must have an internal radar built
into him! He always manages to catch me in the most
embarrassing situations!" I moaned, stuffing my mouth more
vigorously as my mortification grew.
"I could rough him up a little bit, he doesn't seem
that tough," offered Lita, pounding a balled fist into her
palm. I considered accepting the proposal, the fallen angel
on my left shoulder battling with the heavenly one on my right.
Bad Serena: Let her at him! Lita is easily one of the
scariest girls in Tokyo!
Good Serena: Now, now, violence is not the answer to this.
Bad Serena: Hey you, shut your trap. My girl was called
a virginal tease! No one should get away with that type of
trash talking.
Good Serena: It wasn't trash talking, buddy, he was just
frustrated.
At once, the two spiritual guides dissipated as I
wondered about this new prospect. Had I inadvertently
tormented Darien's loins to a point that…nope, the thought
was definitely out of the question. How could an inexperienced
klutz possibly affect the composed and untouchable Darien
Langston, who undoubtedly possessed more sexual prowess than
I could ever accumulate in two lifetimes? The thought was
so ridiculous that I even laughed aloud at it.
"Serena, have you listened to a single thing I've
said?" Rei demanded in her usual, overbearing manner that
I grew to love.
"Maybe."
"Maybe not."
"It's not like you said anything important," I
snootily condemned, feigning an air of superiority as I
tossed my hastily gathered ponytail. My best friend stared
penetratingly at me; I knew she was figuring out how to
retaliate to my comments and actions. Instantly, her hands
reached out, grabbed my untouched sundae, with extra hot
chocolate syrup and whip cream, and prepared to devour my
precious snack.
"Noooo, please, take me instead but spare my sundae!"
"I am holding your sundae hostage, and it will only
be returned if you adhere to these conditions. You will
listen to what I have to say, and you will listen well."
"All right, get on with it then!" I grumpily urged,
my eyes focused on the fluffy folds of the whip cream
spiraling into a perfect, white peak. Mmm…sundae, wait
concentrate, Serena, on the task at hand!
"Why don't you ask Darien out?"
My head snapped up, my eyes widened into two,
sapphire teacup saucers, and my jaw dropped and bounced
like a basketball to the ground. After staring stupidly
at her for a few minutes, I burst into hysterical fits
of crazed laughter. Wiping my tears, I reached for the
sundae, gasping for air.
"Very funny, Rei, now hand it over." Instead,
she slid my cherished sweet closer to her, her spoon
tapping against her glass of water.
"I'm not kidding. I think Darien and you have
some interesting chemistry."
"Hah, we're as compatible as oil and water," I
retorted, proud that I retained that bit of information
from the numerous explosions and naps during chemistry
class.
"I remember once that I read a scientific study
on the theory of opposites attracting," offered Ami,
nodding her indigo locks vigorously.
"Rei, you're nothing but an insane, ex-priestess
who hasn't taken her medication for the day, right girls?"
hopefully ventured I, the terror sinking faster than the
Titanic when I received blank stares. It was impossible,
my own group of best friends turning on me, actually
prodding me to give than egotistical jerk a chance. Darien
must have hypnotized them into believing this romantic
mumbo-jumbo. Either that or aliens somehow abducted my
friends and placed identical humanoids in their places.
There must be a reasonable, logical explanation for this
sudden change of heart…
"Actually, we were discussing this—," began Ami
calmly.
"You guys were talking behind my back?!"
"—And we concluded that the only reason why there
is friction between you two is because beneath the hostility
is an attraction."
"Attraction?!" I squeaked. "Towards what, strangling
each other?"
"You don't even think he's has the most stunning
eyes?" casually questioned Mina.
"Sure, if you like blue eyes!"
"And his mouth isn't absolutely kissable?" my blonde
friend pressed on.
"I never really noticed!"
"He reminds me of my old boyfriend," Lita dreamily
murmured, once again in her daily nostalgic trances.
"Don't you just want to run your hands through his
hair?"
"Will you knock it off, already, Mina? Since you
seem to have mesmerized every dimple on his face, why don't
you ask him out?" I huffed, irritated that my supposedly
group of loyal friends had shoved me into the limelight.
"If I wasn't so in love with Malachite, maybe I would."
"Look, this Darien business is out of the question.
Want to know why? There are a million reasons why I never
gave the thought second consideration. Shall I recite each
reason? I believe I shall," I angrily stood up, brandishing
my fork at each familiar face. As I began with reason number
one, which complained of Darien's lacking assets, Ami's eyes
widened as she gave a slight shake of her head. Mina and
Rei exchanged laughing glances, but continued to idly push
around the remaining food on their plates. I tilted my head,
curious of my friends' strange behavior.
Finally, Lita's husky voice gurgled, "Turn around!"
I blinked a few times, mumbled a prayer to any deity
or person willing to save me from the awaiting humiliation,
and followed her plea.
Then I cursed so colorfully that a truck driver
would have proudly patted me on the back. I was becoming a
key expert on this cursing bit, aside from always landing
in the most uncomfortable situations.
Instructions on how to deal with humiliation 101:
Open Mouth. Insert foot.
"Tsk, tsk, such language is unbecoming. You know,
for a woman who's never seen an inch of my body, you seem
it know it fairly well," Darien commented, amusement
gleaming his midnight blue eyes.
On my left shoulder, Bad Serena was attempting to
secure the "You're Depriving Some Poor Village of Its Idiot"
pin onto my blouse, while my angelic host stifled a rising
giggle.
As I continued to stare at the broad shouldered gift
to all woman (or so he thought), my ex-friends, underline,
circle, and bold EX, began to make the pettiest excuses of
sudden engagements. Ami suddenly had to return a library
book, although the libraries were always closed on Sundays.
Interestingly enough, Lita, who absolutely detested the
relaxing forms of fitness, had to hurry to make her yoga
classes. In addition, Mina's long lost relative, Cousin
Ralph, was paying her a visit for the day, and Rei was
simply tagging along. In a matter of five seconds, the
table was evacuated, with not a single hint that four
traitors had once sat there.
"That was strange," my enemy noted, lifting one,
thick eyebrow at the whirlwind of lies and pathetic
excuses.
"Uhh…yeah." Bad Serena also began to fasten the
brightly colored "Lame Responses" pin to my growing
collection. I quickly assessed his appearance; once
again the cad looked absolutely gorgeous a perfectly
tailored, gray pinstripe suit that screamed a price tag
more precious than my apartment's monthly rent. The dark
colors outlined his wide shoulders and thick arms, ending
at the palm of his elegant hands.
"Please, don't let my presence stop you from your
recitation," he gallantly encouraged, gesturing for me to
continue.
"That wasn't for your ears, eavesdropper. Now if
you'll excuse me, I am going to finish my sundae in peace,"
I grouchily declared, plopping down on a cushioned whicker
chair and miserably shoving my already bloated face with
thousands upon thousands of more calories. Once again,
Darien's radar was true and faithful, and led him to
witness another one of "Serena's Embarrassing Moment's."
Had I been at the beach, my head would be buried five
hundred miles beneath the sand, and there I would remain
until my knight in shining armor plucked me out of the sand
and whisked me off into Fantasy Land. Since I was,
unfortunately, in the presence of Mr. Arrogance himself,
I settled on adding more inches to my waist.
"Of course, you're entitled to that," he admitted,
settling comfortably into the seat across from me. Smoothly,
Darien captured the attention a young waitress with chestnut
curls and fluttering eyelashes. As he murmured a few corny
lines that made my eyes roll, the poor victim began to giggle
uncontrollably and deliberately adjusted her loincloth of a
skirt. As she hurried with his order, I glared daggers at
him.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"I thought that it was quite obvious, eating. I'm on
break and haven't had a decent meal all day."
"I think I deduced that, Sherlock. You can take your
Armani suited rear to another table."
"Not Armani today, sweetheart, but Ralph Lauren."
"Whatever, you know what I meant. Go find your own
booth, this one is especially reserved," instantly squashing
that ridiculous spark of joy at his noncommittal term of
endearment.
"For who?"
"For Serena Hughes!" I obnoxiously bellowed, baring
every single morsel of freshly chewed bananas and cherries
sopping around in my mouth.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have horrible
table manners?"
"Yeah and I dumped the jerk a week later."
"Here's your drink, honey," Miss Loincloth returned,
her skirt somehow shorter from last time. As I munched on
my banana, I critically eyed the young woman, already guessing
her life.
Who: Miss Loincloth
Status: Has plenty of hot dates and hot sex. Men are
attracted with her coffee colored ringlets.
Future: Mr. Right will come crawling to her, one hand with
a bouquet of red roses, the other with a whopping diamond
engagement ring.
I, on the other hand, will be shipped off to a lone
convent in Rome, Italy, and remain there for the rest of my
pathetic life. Pink polka dotted brassieres will be banned,
along with Victoria Secret negligee. Not too much of a loss,
since all those enticing garments never managed to nab the
poor man destined for me.
"Can I get you a refill, ma'am," she sweetly turned
to me, and suddenly I was filled with self pity and hatred.
I was nothing but a bitter, twenty nine year old spinster,
jealous that she could pull off such a revealing get up.
"Please." To Nemesis: "Why are you still here?"
"How could I pass up the opportunity to dine with
the most beautiful woman in Tokyo?"
"I don't know? Why didn't you stop Rei when you had
the chance?"
"You are particularly testy today; I'm guessing it's
that time of the month again."
"Nope, just another case of bad ovaries."
I received a puzzled look. I was in a strange mood
today, and I blamed it entirely on my EX-friends. Because of
Mina's annoying remarks, my eyes were drawn to his intense,
near black cobalt eyes, always somewhat guarded and veiled
to the public. I remembered the heat boiling in my stomach
when his sensual mouth brushed against my own, so close to
kissing me. Black locks were neatly combed back, completing
his polished appearance. I imagined my hands massaging his
scalp and silky strands as he left a trail of hot kisses
down my throat, collarbone, and finally my…
Whoa! I instantly reddened and shifted away from
him, embarrassed and disgusted with myself for letting my
fantasies get out of hand. Darien watched me closely, a
knowing smile spreading across his handsome face.
"You look so lovely when you blush," he teased,
reaching across the table to run his lean fingers over my
knuckles. Alarmed at the electricity that passed between us,
I flinched. He instantly withdrew, a troubled look clouding
his breathtaking blue eyes.
"You obviously aren't used to being touched, are
you?"
"Sure, but not by creeps."
"You've got spunk, Hughes, that's something I'll
always give you credit for."
"Humph." We settled into lapse of silence, though
I was surprised to admit, it was not uncomfortable or
unbearably awkward. I returned to my sundae, savoring
each drop of chocolate syrup. My eyes fluttered shut to
concentrate on its richness, ignoring those evil calories
attacking my thighs and rear. Hell, if I was bound to fail
at tracking Mr. Right, I might as well fail being happy and
chubby. My mouth even engulfed the small amount of sweetness
coating my spoon, my tongue lapping up the last remains.
Ah, even cruel Lady Luck couldn't steal the scrumptious
taste of the Arcade's legendary sundae.
"Do you enjoy getting the entire male population
aroused?" a voice coolly demanded. Time came to a screeching
halt, but began again when my spoon clattered to the table.
I jerked my head up and clashed with Darien's stare, the
evident heat quite contrary to the composure in his cultivated
voice. His hands, usually languidly resting at his sides,
were flattened against the table. Again, I felt that tell-tale
blush creeping up my face. Nervously, I licked the smeared
chocolate off my lips, drawing his smoldering gaze from my
wide eyes to my mouth.
"Or maybe you enjoy teasing only me?" he calmly
proposed as he stirred his steaming broth. I was perplexed,
for two reasons. One, could it be that I, the embarrassingly
unladylike Serena Hughes actually affected this powerful,
untouchable man?! Hah, perhaps there was a tiny spark of
hope for Spinsters Anonymous. Two, how in the world did the
man broach this subject without a hint of hesitation or
embarrassment?!
"Now why would I waste my efforts on you?"
"Let's see, perhaps because you are fishing for a
date?"
"What?! Well, I never…" I vehemently began.
"Or you're dying to find out what sex with me would
be like," my warning radars blinked red his voice seductively
dropped a few octaves. Instantly, images of Darien's mouth
pressing kisses to my open mouth as he thrust into me flooded
into my head. For Pete's sake, just looking at the man made it
obvious that he was a dynamic lover. He oozed sensuality out
of every pore of his body, and even I, yes the stubborn Serena
Hughes, was not immune to it.
"No," the sophisticated, grown woman that I am managed
to choke out.
"I think you are. And when I finally do get my hands
on you, I'd make sure it would take all night."
It was indecent, really, that a man could have such
captivating power with his words. I was barely breathing; my
heart was pounding so hard that I thought I just completed
a marathon. Instead, I was just sitting very rigidly in my
chair, gaping at the enemy whom I suddenly fantasized pressing
against me, gloriously naked.
"What makes you think I would ever let you?" I
flippantly questioned.
"Oh, I will, one way or another. Mark my words,
sweetheart," guaranteed the man whom I had despised so
fervently in the past. Without a single flicker in his
penetrating gaze, he paid for the entire bill and, like
the gentleman he was, led me outside. Trying to somehow
harness my raging hormones, I pulled my arm away from his
stimulating touch, but his hands only slid down my
forearm and clasped my hand.
"Let go of me, you creep. I should have you
arrested for sexual harassment!" I angrily declared once
outside. Clearly amused at my attempts to slap away his
hands, he laughed his deep, sexy laugh and comfortably
settled a hand at the nape of my neck.
"Sexual harassment is only when one party does not
consent."
"Well, this party is in discord with your party."
Bending down so his mouth nuzzled my own, a
tormenting habit of his, he murmured, "Is that so?"
"Yeah, so back off before I punch your face in."
"Hmm, you are so tempting," sighed Darien as he
lifted his head, leaving my awaiting mouth out to dry.
I smothered a rising protest and solidified my weakening
knees. The last thing the jerk needed was another ego
boost.
"You really are a cocky bastard."
"And you really are a virginal tease."
"I guess we're even then," I happily announced,
creating a feeble shield by crossing my arms.
"Not even close, Hughes," he winked at me and
began to walk towards the immense building of Langston &
Langston Inc.
"Yeah, well, keep on fantasizing buddy!"
Good Serena: Ladies do not lie.
"Oh, shut up," I muttered.
Bad Serena: That's my girl!
News at six o'clock: Blonde, old maid is caught talking
to supposed angels standing on each one of her shoulders.
Immediately, she is transported to clinic for mental health
check up.
Another chronicle in my version
of Serena's life. Is there more
to Serena and Darien's not so
pleasant relationship than what
meets the eye? Are her alien
abducted friends somewhat right?
Who knows, but keep watch for
the next chronicle to find out!
Oh, email and review, E&R, got it?
Good.
Dreamwriter_1234@yahoo.com
Thanks to all the people
who read my story, and more
thanks to those who took the
time to email me and critique
it. Gave me a lil boost,
since I was a little shaky
on the comedy part. So..
thanks! Hope you guys enjoy
this one, and tell me what
you think!
Dreamwriter_1234@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own
Sailor Moon, but I do claim
this, personal story.
Chronicle Two
"Maybe it's a curse," whispered Mina, stopping mid-bite
to ruminate the possibility while the other girls eyed her
strangely.
"Mina! That's not supposed to make me feel better!"
I exasperatedly admonished, waving my fork threateningly at her.
"Of course, it's not a curse. A curse is scientifically
impossible," comforted Ami with her PhD level explanation, her
serene blue eyes resting upon me warmly.
"I swear that Darien must have an internal radar built
into him! He always manages to catch me in the most
embarrassing situations!" I moaned, stuffing my mouth more
vigorously as my mortification grew.
"I could rough him up a little bit, he doesn't seem
that tough," offered Lita, pounding a balled fist into her
palm. I considered accepting the proposal, the fallen angel
on my left shoulder battling with the heavenly one on my right.
Bad Serena: Let her at him! Lita is easily one of the
scariest girls in Tokyo!
Good Serena: Now, now, violence is not the answer to this.
Bad Serena: Hey you, shut your trap. My girl was called
a virginal tease! No one should get away with that type of
trash talking.
Good Serena: It wasn't trash talking, buddy, he was just
frustrated.
At once, the two spiritual guides dissipated as I
wondered about this new prospect. Had I inadvertently
tormented Darien's loins to a point that…nope, the thought
was definitely out of the question. How could an inexperienced
klutz possibly affect the composed and untouchable Darien
Langston, who undoubtedly possessed more sexual prowess than
I could ever accumulate in two lifetimes? The thought was
so ridiculous that I even laughed aloud at it.
"Serena, have you listened to a single thing I've
said?" Rei demanded in her usual, overbearing manner that
I grew to love.
"Maybe."
"Maybe not."
"It's not like you said anything important," I
snootily condemned, feigning an air of superiority as I
tossed my hastily gathered ponytail. My best friend stared
penetratingly at me; I knew she was figuring out how to
retaliate to my comments and actions. Instantly, her hands
reached out, grabbed my untouched sundae, with extra hot
chocolate syrup and whip cream, and prepared to devour my
precious snack.
"Noooo, please, take me instead but spare my sundae!"
"I am holding your sundae hostage, and it will only
be returned if you adhere to these conditions. You will
listen to what I have to say, and you will listen well."
"All right, get on with it then!" I grumpily urged,
my eyes focused on the fluffy folds of the whip cream
spiraling into a perfect, white peak. Mmm…sundae, wait
concentrate, Serena, on the task at hand!
"Why don't you ask Darien out?"
My head snapped up, my eyes widened into two,
sapphire teacup saucers, and my jaw dropped and bounced
like a basketball to the ground. After staring stupidly
at her for a few minutes, I burst into hysterical fits
of crazed laughter. Wiping my tears, I reached for the
sundae, gasping for air.
"Very funny, Rei, now hand it over." Instead,
she slid my cherished sweet closer to her, her spoon
tapping against her glass of water.
"I'm not kidding. I think Darien and you have
some interesting chemistry."
"Hah, we're as compatible as oil and water," I
retorted, proud that I retained that bit of information
from the numerous explosions and naps during chemistry
class.
"I remember once that I read a scientific study
on the theory of opposites attracting," offered Ami,
nodding her indigo locks vigorously.
"Rei, you're nothing but an insane, ex-priestess
who hasn't taken her medication for the day, right girls?"
hopefully ventured I, the terror sinking faster than the
Titanic when I received blank stares. It was impossible,
my own group of best friends turning on me, actually
prodding me to give than egotistical jerk a chance. Darien
must have hypnotized them into believing this romantic
mumbo-jumbo. Either that or aliens somehow abducted my
friends and placed identical humanoids in their places.
There must be a reasonable, logical explanation for this
sudden change of heart…
"Actually, we were discussing this—," began Ami
calmly.
"You guys were talking behind my back?!"
"—And we concluded that the only reason why there
is friction between you two is because beneath the hostility
is an attraction."
"Attraction?!" I squeaked. "Towards what, strangling
each other?"
"You don't even think he's has the most stunning
eyes?" casually questioned Mina.
"Sure, if you like blue eyes!"
"And his mouth isn't absolutely kissable?" my blonde
friend pressed on.
"I never really noticed!"
"He reminds me of my old boyfriend," Lita dreamily
murmured, once again in her daily nostalgic trances.
"Don't you just want to run your hands through his
hair?"
"Will you knock it off, already, Mina? Since you
seem to have mesmerized every dimple on his face, why don't
you ask him out?" I huffed, irritated that my supposedly
group of loyal friends had shoved me into the limelight.
"If I wasn't so in love with Malachite, maybe I would."
"Look, this Darien business is out of the question.
Want to know why? There are a million reasons why I never
gave the thought second consideration. Shall I recite each
reason? I believe I shall," I angrily stood up, brandishing
my fork at each familiar face. As I began with reason number
one, which complained of Darien's lacking assets, Ami's eyes
widened as she gave a slight shake of her head. Mina and
Rei exchanged laughing glances, but continued to idly push
around the remaining food on their plates. I tilted my head,
curious of my friends' strange behavior.
Finally, Lita's husky voice gurgled, "Turn around!"
I blinked a few times, mumbled a prayer to any deity
or person willing to save me from the awaiting humiliation,
and followed her plea.
Then I cursed so colorfully that a truck driver
would have proudly patted me on the back. I was becoming a
key expert on this cursing bit, aside from always landing
in the most uncomfortable situations.
Instructions on how to deal with humiliation 101:
Open Mouth. Insert foot.
"Tsk, tsk, such language is unbecoming. You know,
for a woman who's never seen an inch of my body, you seem
it know it fairly well," Darien commented, amusement
gleaming his midnight blue eyes.
On my left shoulder, Bad Serena was attempting to
secure the "You're Depriving Some Poor Village of Its Idiot"
pin onto my blouse, while my angelic host stifled a rising
giggle.
As I continued to stare at the broad shouldered gift
to all woman (or so he thought), my ex-friends, underline,
circle, and bold EX, began to make the pettiest excuses of
sudden engagements. Ami suddenly had to return a library
book, although the libraries were always closed on Sundays.
Interestingly enough, Lita, who absolutely detested the
relaxing forms of fitness, had to hurry to make her yoga
classes. In addition, Mina's long lost relative, Cousin
Ralph, was paying her a visit for the day, and Rei was
simply tagging along. In a matter of five seconds, the
table was evacuated, with not a single hint that four
traitors had once sat there.
"That was strange," my enemy noted, lifting one,
thick eyebrow at the whirlwind of lies and pathetic
excuses.
"Uhh…yeah." Bad Serena also began to fasten the
brightly colored "Lame Responses" pin to my growing
collection. I quickly assessed his appearance; once
again the cad looked absolutely gorgeous a perfectly
tailored, gray pinstripe suit that screamed a price tag
more precious than my apartment's monthly rent. The dark
colors outlined his wide shoulders and thick arms, ending
at the palm of his elegant hands.
"Please, don't let my presence stop you from your
recitation," he gallantly encouraged, gesturing for me to
continue.
"That wasn't for your ears, eavesdropper. Now if
you'll excuse me, I am going to finish my sundae in peace,"
I grouchily declared, plopping down on a cushioned whicker
chair and miserably shoving my already bloated face with
thousands upon thousands of more calories. Once again,
Darien's radar was true and faithful, and led him to
witness another one of "Serena's Embarrassing Moment's."
Had I been at the beach, my head would be buried five
hundred miles beneath the sand, and there I would remain
until my knight in shining armor plucked me out of the sand
and whisked me off into Fantasy Land. Since I was,
unfortunately, in the presence of Mr. Arrogance himself,
I settled on adding more inches to my waist.
"Of course, you're entitled to that," he admitted,
settling comfortably into the seat across from me. Smoothly,
Darien captured the attention a young waitress with chestnut
curls and fluttering eyelashes. As he murmured a few corny
lines that made my eyes roll, the poor victim began to giggle
uncontrollably and deliberately adjusted her loincloth of a
skirt. As she hurried with his order, I glared daggers at
him.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"I thought that it was quite obvious, eating. I'm on
break and haven't had a decent meal all day."
"I think I deduced that, Sherlock. You can take your
Armani suited rear to another table."
"Not Armani today, sweetheart, but Ralph Lauren."
"Whatever, you know what I meant. Go find your own
booth, this one is especially reserved," instantly squashing
that ridiculous spark of joy at his noncommittal term of
endearment.
"For who?"
"For Serena Hughes!" I obnoxiously bellowed, baring
every single morsel of freshly chewed bananas and cherries
sopping around in my mouth.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have horrible
table manners?"
"Yeah and I dumped the jerk a week later."
"Here's your drink, honey," Miss Loincloth returned,
her skirt somehow shorter from last time. As I munched on
my banana, I critically eyed the young woman, already guessing
her life.
Who: Miss Loincloth
Status: Has plenty of hot dates and hot sex. Men are
attracted with her coffee colored ringlets.
Future: Mr. Right will come crawling to her, one hand with
a bouquet of red roses, the other with a whopping diamond
engagement ring.
I, on the other hand, will be shipped off to a lone
convent in Rome, Italy, and remain there for the rest of my
pathetic life. Pink polka dotted brassieres will be banned,
along with Victoria Secret negligee. Not too much of a loss,
since all those enticing garments never managed to nab the
poor man destined for me.
"Can I get you a refill, ma'am," she sweetly turned
to me, and suddenly I was filled with self pity and hatred.
I was nothing but a bitter, twenty nine year old spinster,
jealous that she could pull off such a revealing get up.
"Please." To Nemesis: "Why are you still here?"
"How could I pass up the opportunity to dine with
the most beautiful woman in Tokyo?"
"I don't know? Why didn't you stop Rei when you had
the chance?"
"You are particularly testy today; I'm guessing it's
that time of the month again."
"Nope, just another case of bad ovaries."
I received a puzzled look. I was in a strange mood
today, and I blamed it entirely on my EX-friends. Because of
Mina's annoying remarks, my eyes were drawn to his intense,
near black cobalt eyes, always somewhat guarded and veiled
to the public. I remembered the heat boiling in my stomach
when his sensual mouth brushed against my own, so close to
kissing me. Black locks were neatly combed back, completing
his polished appearance. I imagined my hands massaging his
scalp and silky strands as he left a trail of hot kisses
down my throat, collarbone, and finally my…
Whoa! I instantly reddened and shifted away from
him, embarrassed and disgusted with myself for letting my
fantasies get out of hand. Darien watched me closely, a
knowing smile spreading across his handsome face.
"You look so lovely when you blush," he teased,
reaching across the table to run his lean fingers over my
knuckles. Alarmed at the electricity that passed between us,
I flinched. He instantly withdrew, a troubled look clouding
his breathtaking blue eyes.
"You obviously aren't used to being touched, are
you?"
"Sure, but not by creeps."
"You've got spunk, Hughes, that's something I'll
always give you credit for."
"Humph." We settled into lapse of silence, though
I was surprised to admit, it was not uncomfortable or
unbearably awkward. I returned to my sundae, savoring
each drop of chocolate syrup. My eyes fluttered shut to
concentrate on its richness, ignoring those evil calories
attacking my thighs and rear. Hell, if I was bound to fail
at tracking Mr. Right, I might as well fail being happy and
chubby. My mouth even engulfed the small amount of sweetness
coating my spoon, my tongue lapping up the last remains.
Ah, even cruel Lady Luck couldn't steal the scrumptious
taste of the Arcade's legendary sundae.
"Do you enjoy getting the entire male population
aroused?" a voice coolly demanded. Time came to a screeching
halt, but began again when my spoon clattered to the table.
I jerked my head up and clashed with Darien's stare, the
evident heat quite contrary to the composure in his cultivated
voice. His hands, usually languidly resting at his sides,
were flattened against the table. Again, I felt that tell-tale
blush creeping up my face. Nervously, I licked the smeared
chocolate off my lips, drawing his smoldering gaze from my
wide eyes to my mouth.
"Or maybe you enjoy teasing only me?" he calmly
proposed as he stirred his steaming broth. I was perplexed,
for two reasons. One, could it be that I, the embarrassingly
unladylike Serena Hughes actually affected this powerful,
untouchable man?! Hah, perhaps there was a tiny spark of
hope for Spinsters Anonymous. Two, how in the world did the
man broach this subject without a hint of hesitation or
embarrassment?!
"Now why would I waste my efforts on you?"
"Let's see, perhaps because you are fishing for a
date?"
"What?! Well, I never…" I vehemently began.
"Or you're dying to find out what sex with me would
be like," my warning radars blinked red his voice seductively
dropped a few octaves. Instantly, images of Darien's mouth
pressing kisses to my open mouth as he thrust into me flooded
into my head. For Pete's sake, just looking at the man made it
obvious that he was a dynamic lover. He oozed sensuality out
of every pore of his body, and even I, yes the stubborn Serena
Hughes, was not immune to it.
"No," the sophisticated, grown woman that I am managed
to choke out.
"I think you are. And when I finally do get my hands
on you, I'd make sure it would take all night."
It was indecent, really, that a man could have such
captivating power with his words. I was barely breathing; my
heart was pounding so hard that I thought I just completed
a marathon. Instead, I was just sitting very rigidly in my
chair, gaping at the enemy whom I suddenly fantasized pressing
against me, gloriously naked.
"What makes you think I would ever let you?" I
flippantly questioned.
"Oh, I will, one way or another. Mark my words,
sweetheart," guaranteed the man whom I had despised so
fervently in the past. Without a single flicker in his
penetrating gaze, he paid for the entire bill and, like
the gentleman he was, led me outside. Trying to somehow
harness my raging hormones, I pulled my arm away from his
stimulating touch, but his hands only slid down my
forearm and clasped my hand.
"Let go of me, you creep. I should have you
arrested for sexual harassment!" I angrily declared once
outside. Clearly amused at my attempts to slap away his
hands, he laughed his deep, sexy laugh and comfortably
settled a hand at the nape of my neck.
"Sexual harassment is only when one party does not
consent."
"Well, this party is in discord with your party."
Bending down so his mouth nuzzled my own, a
tormenting habit of his, he murmured, "Is that so?"
"Yeah, so back off before I punch your face in."
"Hmm, you are so tempting," sighed Darien as he
lifted his head, leaving my awaiting mouth out to dry.
I smothered a rising protest and solidified my weakening
knees. The last thing the jerk needed was another ego
boost.
"You really are a cocky bastard."
"And you really are a virginal tease."
"I guess we're even then," I happily announced,
creating a feeble shield by crossing my arms.
"Not even close, Hughes," he winked at me and
began to walk towards the immense building of Langston &
Langston Inc.
"Yeah, well, keep on fantasizing buddy!"
Good Serena: Ladies do not lie.
"Oh, shut up," I muttered.
Bad Serena: That's my girl!
News at six o'clock: Blonde, old maid is caught talking
to supposed angels standing on each one of her shoulders.
Immediately, she is transported to clinic for mental health
check up.
Another chronicle in my version
of Serena's life. Is there more
to Serena and Darien's not so
pleasant relationship than what
meets the eye? Are her alien
abducted friends somewhat right?
Who knows, but keep watch for
the next chronicle to find out!
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