Summary: The sequel to Desire.
Rating: NC-17 at times but alright for the most part.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.
Chapter Four
"A bead of sweat travelled down the path which so many men wished to as her dark skin glowed as it should do. In that moment they were one, they knew each other's thought, their feelings and what they were going to do next. There was no relationship more sacred than theirs".
Ebony's cruel laugh broke through the speech, "Honey, in case you have not noticed I am a model and he is the photographer. There is nothing special about that and hell I cannot even remember his name which I am sure that he can as we are hardly one mind as you seem to believe".
The intern who was trying to make poetry out of a photography session blushed and moved away as Ebony rolled her eyes in disbelief. She did not know what she had expected modelling to be like, but not like this. After having decided to leave Mega she had decided to try and find a job and she had had limited options.
Ebony had left school early as it bored her beyond belief and while she was cleaver she wanted something that would make her famous beyond all belief. There was no way that she was going to let the image of Mega's whore say in his mind, no, soon her picture would be everywhere and everyone would be chanting her name.
"Let's see her have a piece of his heart then", Ebony hissed her eyes growing ever darker. She had considered being an actress but then her name would be credited along someone else's and she did not want that, she wanted to be the only one in the lime light, that would show the bastard.
She winced slightly as she realised what she had said out loud, damn it she sounded so hung up over Mega. It was not that she cared about him or anything, she was not still in love with him she just craved revenge more than anything else in the world.
Mega would pay for thinking about another woman; anyone who had ever been mean to her would pay. Not only had he had the nerve to haunt her dreams and drive her damned near insane when she was married but then he had seduced her and made her love him.
"Love", she spat the word out like the foulest word in the universe, as she thought of the way that it had shackled her to the way that society wanted her to act and made her just one more of those women who wanted nothing more than to bed and please their husbands.
The thought of her previous weakness was what possessed her to strut back over to the centre of the room and begin to pose in even more outlandish positions for the photographer. She would get to the top and get her revenge, she was determined.
She dwelt on this fact until a low tone broke through her thoughts. "Impressive". Looking up she determined the owner of the voice to be the photographer and smiled slightly as she evaluated how good looking he was.
"I most certainly am", she boasted, flicking her braids and giving him the, 'I am so much better than you that it is not even funny' treatment.
"I meant the fact that you talk to yourself", the man said with a cocky smile, as he looked at Ebony. She was pretty, there was no denying that but there was something else about her that made him pay more attention to her than other models.
Ebony was shocked by this and her eyes narrowed slightly, "A gentleman would not listen in on a woman's private conversations", Ebony snapped in retort.
"You are probably right", Slade answered in amusement and walked away expecting her to follow him like a whimpering puppy but that was not Ebony's style and she just rolled her eyes not giving a damn about him. All that she could think of was how Mega would have answered that. The more that she thought about it, the more that she knew that she wanted him back. She simply could not do without him … or the sex.