Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans
Warning: This is rated M
Dedication: Normally I would never dedicate a chapter to anyone, but I received a most humorous review from Audigirl.
And So It Is
Chapter 4
Two weeks. I have been avoiding everyone for two weeks. I haven't returned any phone calls nor have I let anyone come see me. After my unfortunate semi-mental breakdown, I decided to just let my mind recover. Who wants to have to deal with a depressed girl? No one, that's who. I applied a light shimmer lip gloss to my lips and dabbed them with a tissue. Tonight I would be seeing everyone again. In fact, I would be seeing almost all of Gotham.. well, at least the rich and powerful. Tonight was the charity event held at Gotham's Natural History Museum. I'm not sure whether I was excited to go or not. I was hoping that I would be completely over all of this being alone bullshit, but obviously I'm not. I looked at the gown on the hanger and sighed. It was a gorgeous Christian Dior gown, a light bluish almost silver shimmering color. The front was tight in all the right places and was held up by a thin band around my neck, not showing any skin except for my bare arms. The back was completely bare and extremely low. From the back, the dress would start at right below the dimples at your tailbone. Basically, you either wore extremely low cut barely there panties, or none at all. I chose the latter. The dress had two slits going up either side to mid thigh and the rest of the fabric pooled at my feet. I knew the dress would look more than amazing on me, I knew I would have most of the male attention in the room. Originally, I bought the dress on some sick notion that I could some how win Richard back at this stupid charity event.. when I realized that would be futile, I decided to keep the dress because maybe I could get me a real man. One who doesn't bolt as soon as it's convenient for him without saying shit.
Yeah, I was bitter.
I slipped on the dress and my strappy crystal stiletto's. My hair was up in an intricate bun with a few loose curls framing my face. I checked my appearance one last time before making my way downstairs. Bruce was standing in the foyer looking devastatingly handsome in a black tux while making idle conversation with Mandy, since my parents were gone again on another of their excursions. For some reason, Mandy wasn't attending the charity event.. Probably to busy with the naked guy hiding in her bedroom... yeah, I saw him. I cleared my throat and they both turned to look at me. Bruce smiled warmly at me and Mandy stared at the gown I was wearing.
"You look absolutely radiant." Bruce said and held his arm out for me.
"Thank you." I replied politely and took his arm as we made our way down to the limo.
The limo ride was quiet, except for the occasional phone call Bruce took. I tapped my perfectly manicured nails against the glass window, watching the people scurry about doing shopping and what not. It was barely 7:30 p.m. so many of the stores were still open. The charity event we were attending was for the children's hospital. The elite of Gotham would be in attendance and I would be arm candy for the most powerful man in Gotham. Not that I minded so much, he does have a superb ass.
"Bruce, please introduce us to the lovely young woman at your side." Some older man that smelled suspiciously like ben gay and rubbing alcohol said. I smiled at the older gentlemen surrounding Bruce and took another sip of champagne. The last hour and a half has been spent with Bruce's arm around my waist and me drowning myself in champagne. Bruce has been introducing me to all the elite older gentlemen who he has done business with. I smile, but rarely speak at all. Yeah, I may be bitchy, arrogant, beautiful, and full of my self.. but I sure as hell know proper etiquette when it comes to these events. I am supposed to smile and look dazzling, while pretending to be interested in whatever the old men are talking about.
I looked around the grand museum hall and spotted my friends. Rachel was looking beautiful in a midnight blue corset style gown with a black choker around her neck. Her hair was up in a loose bun and she was kissing Garfield on the cheek. Garfield and Victor were laughing, they both looked dashing in their tuxes. Karen, Victor's date, was also looking lovely in a pale yellow off the shoulder gown. Terra, who was talking to Roy, was wearing a simple, yet elegant black halter style gown. Then I saw her.. that bitch. Who surprisingly looked beautiful. Richard probably hired a stylist for that little cunt. She had her hair down and straightened and the dress she wore was a shiny silk red tube dress. She had her arm around Richard's. God, Richard looked gorgeous. A tux really did him justice.. showing off his lean, muscular frame and his broad shoulders. I was angry. I was feeling so much resentment towards Babs, I was making myself sick. Also, I was jealous.. really jealous. Why did he have to choose her? Or better yet.. why did he leave me?
I noticed Richard was talking to someone I had never met before. He was handsome, very handsome. He was the same height as Richard and had the same silky black hair. His eyes were hazel and he had a very strong body. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen, but unfortunately, not as handsome as Richard. The gentleman whose name I did not know locked eyes with me. We stared at each other deeply and then he said something to Richard, who quickly turned around and caught my eyes. I saw him look me over and then say something back to the other gentleman. I sighed deeply, even though they were my friends, I really did not need the headache of this Richard/Babs bullshit.
"You know he is still in love with you." Bruce's voice in my ear brought me back to reality. I smiled bitterly and turned to acknowledge him.
"People have been saying that a lot lately." I said, trying to sound amused. It didn't work.
"Well, it's true. I know him as if he were my own son. I've raised him. You, Kori, are beautiful, intelligent, and perfect. Everyone knows this, especially him. Let him have his fling. He'll come back to you, trust me."
"Fling?" I almost laughed, "Fling? They have been together almost two years. That is more than just a fling."
"Maybe. In December I will be throwing them an anniversary party. But believe me, it is only a fling. Maybe you should consider having one of your own." Bruce said while nodding his head toward the nameless gentleman that Richard was still talking to.
"Who is he?" I asked, taking another sip of champagne.
Bruce chuckled, "I'm glad you're interested. He's Richard's old college roommate and a close friend of our family. Why don't I introduce you.."
I nodded and followed him towards my group of friends, quickly setting my empty glass on a tray and picking up a full one. I started to wonder what the hell Rachel was talking about when she said Bruce liked me. If he liked me wouldn't he be trying to get with me instead of trying to hook me up and talk me into having a fling? I wondered what the hell would cause Rachel to even think that.. and then he held my waist tighter and pulled me closer to him when we reached my friends. So, that's why she thought that.
"Damn Kori that dress.." Rachel said staring at me, "It's gorgeous." I saw Garfield nod his agreement and Victor just smirk at me. At the sound of my name Richard quickly spun around and we came face to face. Whenever we locked eyes, I knew I was done for. His eyes.. Oh my God, they are like Heaven. We stood there, staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity.. not that I minded. Richard quickly averted his eyes when someone coughed behind him.
"Hello Kori, lovely dress." Babs, the cougher, said. I knew she was full of shit, but she just wanted to look good in front of Bruce and Richard. So I obliged her and immediately turned on the super sweet, cheery charm.
"Oh Babs, your dress is absolutely gorgeous. Red is definitely your color." I said sickeningly sweet. I heard a chuckle from behind Richard and stepped around him to see.. the nameless gentleman.. fucking gorgeous.
"Hello," He said politely. His voice was deep and extremely sexy, "I'm Xavier Red, Richard's close friend and old college roommate. You must be the infamous Korina Anders."
I simply arched a perfectly sculpted brow at him, "Indeed I am Kori Anders, but I'm not sure about infamous."
"Richard talked none stop about you in college." Xavier smirked. I looked to Richard who had a cute tinge of pink gracing his cheeks, but was pretending to ignore our conversation. Good, bastard. Always too cool and calm for anything and now he's blushing. Serves him right.
"Red.. that last name sounds very familiar." I said trying to make conversation.
"My father is a senator for the state. You may have heard about him on the news or read about him in Time or what not." Xavier said, his eyes never leaving mine. I was about to respond when Richard decided to be an asshole.
"Kori doesn't watch the news and we all know she doesn't read."
I turned around quickly and glared at Richard. He was smiling.. God why does he have to be so fucking sexy. I noticed that besides Rachel and Bruce everyone was trying to stifle their giggles. I grabbed Richard's hand, making sure to dig my nails in his skin.
"Excuse us for a moment, please." I said politely, before dragging Richard's sorry ass across the floor and into an empty hall. When we were out of hearing distance he quickly yanked his hand away from me.
"Shit Kori. Grips of steel much? You could have popped a blood vessel."
"What the fuck was that? Why are you being such an ass to me?" I asked, trying to calm my anger.
"Well Baby, I guess you just bring out the best in me." He replied sarcastically.
"God Dammit Richard, Half of the time you make me want to slap the shit out of you." I said irritably.
"But most of the time you know you just want to fuck me." He whispered in my ear, sending hot shivers up my spine. Then I realized what he was implying.
"Is that it?" I said angrily, "Is that all I was to you, some fucking play thing that you could have your way with? Was I just another conquest?" I was so fucking pissed and so turned on.
His face lost all amusement and he looked at me seriously, "You know I loved you more than anything. You were my life."
"Then why did you leave me?" I asked quietly, feeling my arousal completely vanish and my anger slowly turn to sadness. He stayed quiet and just stared at me. I felt all my emotions in turmoil. I loved this stupid son of a bitch, but I knew he was a walking, talking heartbreak. I knew that all he would end up doing is hurting me.. he already was. I also knew that he wasn't intentionally doing it, it's not his fault he fell out of love with me and fell in love with her, right? I also knew, above all else, that I was in serious shit cause I was so deep in love with him.. I'd do anything he asked me to with hesitation.
I finally broke the silence, "Do you love her?"
He didn't answer. He just continued staring at me. I felt my bottom lip start to tremble and I knew I was going to cry if I didn't get away from him. I turned to walk around him when his hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back against his hard chest.
"You look really beautiful tonight."
I inwardly melted. God, he could be such a fucking sweetheart when you least expected it. Well, I never expected it now, but once again there he goes surprising me. I turned around so I could see his eyes. We stared at each other for a long time. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I can't ever remember wanting to kiss someone that bad.
"You should stay away from him." He said, never breaking eye contact.
"Who?" I was totally confused. I was too focused on his perfect lips to notice anyone else.
"Xavier.." He said casually, "He isn't good for you. He'll only break your heart."
Break my heart! HAH! I seriously wanted to break his fucking face in. But I opted to be bitter instead.
"Well, now. He can't break something you already shattered can he 'Dick'?"
I saw him visibly flinch at the nickname. I knew I got to him and I was glad. I never called him dick... ever. Only his friends called him that, but I was more than his friend. I was his lover, his woman, his life. I always called him Richard and I was the only one. I walked away from him and made my way back over to Bruce. The night still had a long ways to go and I was seriously not looking forward to running into Richard again. Unfortunately, at that moment I was to run into someone almost as bad as Richard.
"Kori." The obnoxious high pitched voice said, full of fake cheerfulness.
I immediately put on the fake smile and turned to face her, "Katrina. How are you?"
Her face scrunched unattractively, "You know I like going by Kitten."
"Yes, Kitten. I apologize, it must have slipped my mind." I looked her over. Katrina, er.. Kitten Moth was a very pretty girl. With blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, she was a sight to behold... mostly do to her nose job in the 8th grade. She is the daughter of some socialite or some shit. Her father was some world famous geneticist. Whatever... she had the looks and the money and was as shallow as the rest of them. She always despised me because of Richard. She was, or thought she was in love with him freshman year.
"So," She said with a smile on her face, "How does it feel to lose?" She gestured towards Richard and Babs. I inwardly frowned, but instead decided to place a big fat fake smile on my face.
"Well, I wouldn't consider it losing. I did have him first. Anyways, I'm here with Bruce.. who are you here with?" I asked nonchalantly, glad I could change the subject.
She brightened immediately, much to my dismay, "I'm here with Xavier Red."
I tried to hide the look of shock from my features, "Is he your boyfriend?" I tried to sound casual.
"No, I'm not." He appeared behind me and he was awfully close, "I am merely escorting her. A lovely young lady such as Kitten shouldn't attend a party or event without a chaperone."
I rolled my eyes as Kitten blushed. He was so typical of all the other rich, egotistical men in the room. With all the charms and looks, but no actual depth. Just another playboy looking to add another notch to his bedpost. Knowing how Kitten was, I'm sure he would definitely be getting 'pussy' tonight. I needed to get a drink. Hard liquor. I was about to make my way to the bar when the announcement was made for us to take our seats at our assigned tables, so the speeches and recognitions could begin. I made my way towards Bruce.
"Kori would you mind sitting with Richard and Rachel? I am supposed to be on stage to help give some speeches."
"No Bruce. It's not a problem." Who the fuck was I kidding?
I awkwardly made my way over to the table where Rachel was and was unnerved by the fact that I would be sitting across from Rachel, but next to Richard. To add even more humor to this already dire situation.. Xavier was on my other side. So I sat and looked around at the other various people. All the beautiful people. God, It is seriously like living in a fucking soap opera, except not quite as dramatic. Everyone is beautiful and supposedly perfect. I glanced across the table at Rachel who noticed my discomfort. She smiled apologetically and I simply nodded in her direction.
The speeches and recognitions soon began and the room was quiet except for the occasional cough and the crowded applause or chuckles. I was downing yet another glass of champagne, reveling in how I could drink so much when I despise the flavor when I felt a soft caress on my knee. I immediately stopped what I was doing to make sure I really felt it and I wasn't completely wasted. I felt the warm fingers gently glide along my leg again, closer to my thigh.
I sighed.
I knew those hands anywhere. I was thankful my legs were crossed. I had no idea what he was doing. I felt his hand inch higher up on my thigh and then rest there. I casually leaned closer to Richard and whispered.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He smirked, "Just be a good girl and uncross your legs."
I thought about it for a moment and looked at the others at the table. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in the speeches, even Richard looked interested, but I knew better. Especially when he nudged my legs open. I sat up straighter in the seat and casually uncrossed my legs. Immediately I felt his soft, warm fingers draw little circles on my skin, inching closer to my inner thigh. I was wet... really wet. The thought of someone finding out made me even wetter. Slowly I felt his finger glide along my slickness. I heard him inhale sharply. I guess he expected me to be wearing panties... oops. I quickly looked at him and he simply smiled while arching a brow. God, that fucking eyebrow. God, I wanted to fuck him.
I bit my lip as his finger brushed along my core again. I noticed his chair scooted closer to me and I almost gasped when he inserted a finger inside me. He slowly pulled it out and then stuck it back in, inserting another one with it. One of my hands held tightly to the table cloth in front of me, while the other grasped onto his arm under the table. Again, in and out.. in and out.. in and out. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. His fingers felt so fucking magnificent inside me. I was so fucking wet. His fingers must have been soaked.
"Are you okay?"
I snapped my eyes open and turned to the voice. Xavier was looking at me concerned, as was everyone else.
"Huh?" I had no idea what was going on, except the fact that Richard's fingers never stopped moving.. in fact, they were moving faster.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked this time. I simply nodded my head.
Richard looked at me, hiding his smile well. "Are you sure? You look a little flushed."
He inserted another finger and I had to bite back a moan. God, I wanted to slap his face. How dare he try to embarrass me.
I nodded again, "Yeah. I'm just a little warm. Is anyone else hot?" Everyone shook their heads and went back to the speeches. I dug my nails into Richard's arm and he smiled at me. He removed his fingers for a moment to rub then along my slit then immediately thrust them back in. I almost knocked over my champagne glass in involuntarily tugging on the table cloth. I spread my legs as wide as they would go without brushing again Xavier, and I felt Richard pull my leg over his. In turn, his fingers were able to delve deeper and I was in fucking Heaven. He kept his fingers in me and rubbed his thumb over my clit. I felt him hold me down as I almost bucked at the action. I closed my eyes again and let myself grind against his hand. I heard him try to suppress a groan.. keyword try. I was so fucking turned on. And from what I felt from his lap, so was he. I was so fucking close.
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as he rubbed his thumb over my clit again. I came so fucking hard. I could literally feel myself clamped around his fingers as my body shuddered. I let out a moan, that thank god was unheard because of the loud roars of the room. When I opened my eyes he was staring at me, and I knew he wanted to kiss me. He pulled his fingers out and I straightened myself in the chair again. As another speaker stood at the podium I quickly excused myself and headed for the restrooms.
Once in the empty hallway near the restrooms, I slumped against the wall. I was hot and flustered and still turned on. I heard footsteps and looked up to see Richard coming towards me. I quickly stood and before I could comprehend what was happening, I was pressed against the wall by his body and his lips and tongue were over mine.
The kiss was hot and sweet and his tongue felt so good in my mouth. He was kissing me with so much passion and longing, it was magical. We finally broke to catch our breaths and I eyed him.
"Richard. What.. What were you thinking?" I said, still breathing heavily.
"I've missed you. Your body, your voice, your love. Everything about you. God Kori, you've always been able to get me rock hard by just being near me." His body was pressed against me again, I could feel his cock against my stomach.
I kissed his lips again and then all over his face and nose. Just living for this moment where I could kiss him. His hands here in my hair and instantly, my bun came undone, letting him run his fingers through it. I moaned softly against him as he kissed me again.
"Come home with me." He said, his voice sounded so desperate and longing.
"I'm not some whore." I said quietly, as he kissed along my jaw.
"I wouldn't pay." He replied and kissed down my neck. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the wall. His hands were no longer in my hair, one was on my lower back pulling me closer to him while the other was massaging my breast and tweaking my nipple through the fabric. We were broken from our little interlude by the sound of more footsteps. Immediately we separated and I went into the restroom to fix my hair.
I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed and my lips were swollen. My hair was wild and my dress a little disheveled. I quickly smoothed out my dress and splashed water on my face. I put my hair back up into a bun and exited the bathroom expecting to see Richard. Instead, I saw Xavier.
"Kori. Are you alright?" He looked concerned again. Maybe he wasn't some playboy. He seemed sincerely concerned about me.
I smiled, "I'm fine. Just too much excitement for me. With all those interesting speeches."
He chuckled and escorted me back to the main hall where everyone was once again mingling.
"The speeches finished?" I asked the obvious.
He nodded and smiled at me. I noted how he really had a gorgeous smile. Dimples and all. I looked around and saw a lot of couples making their way towards the coat check, men still in conversation as the women put their coats on. I looked around and found Richard in aheated liplock with Babs, no tongue but heated nonetheless. God, he is such an asshole. He is with her for some reason.. whatever that reason is. It better be fucking good.I frowned and turned away from them and back to Xavier.
"You're frowning. Are you alright?" Xavier asked again.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just sad to see the night end." I lied, but smiled reassuringly.
"I was wondering," He started and I noticed by his shifting he was nervous, "If you would have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
He seemed hopeful and I figured why not? Maybe he'll be the one to cure me of Richard. I nodded politely, "I'd love to have dinner with you."
He beamed and held my hands in his, "Alright. I will see you tomorrow evening at 8 p.m."
I nodded and we separated. Making our way back to our prospective dates. Well what an eventful evening. I got fingerfucked under a table by my ex boyfriend and asked out on a date by his ex roommate. Good times, Good times indeed.
