When mistakes come back to haunt you, there's only one way out - or so it seems...
A Different Kind Of Destiny
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Me and Joey's relationship had honestly rocket shot up in the last week; we'd managed to avoid Lucy and spend more time together which resulted in us knowing more about each other. Although, I couldn't help but feel he'd been hesitating, holding back about some things. He'd told me a little about his past, but I could tell it was a conversation he always tried to avoid.
Of course, it wasn't always going to be perfect, Lucy sneaking around all day. She'd take any chance to fault us if she could. I just couldn't see why she couldn't accept the fact that me and Joey were in love, no matter what people thought about us being cousins; I put it down to just jealousy. The thing is, she seemed to think that the world revolved around her, that nobody else mattered. What me or Joey saw in her in the first place was beyond me.
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"Are you sure you're not coming, Joe?" Alice questioned, folding up a few of her clothes and piling them up in a bag; she was going to visit their Mum for the next week, but Joey had suggested that only she goes. "I mean, she will want to see you as well, y'know." she continued, closing the bag and zipping it up.
Joey shook his head, his arms possessively swung low around my waist. "Nah, Al. It'd be good for you two to get some time together anyway, I'll go another time," he murmured into my hair, his voice vibrating onto my skin. Alice nodded, before raising her eyebrows at me, as I gave her an innocent smile.
"Lo, make sure it's tidy when I get back, please," she told me, then smirking slightly at us both. "Well, I better get off then, eh? See you, Lauren!" she said cheerily, pulling me just out of Joey's grip into a gentle side hug.
I smiled at her enthusiastically. "Sure, I'll see you soon, Al," I replied, moving away so she could get to her brother.
"Bye, Joey. And don't worry, I'll ring you as soon as I get there," she giggled, kissing his cheek gently, me staying quiet as they said their goodbyes. A few minutes later, the door slammed shut behind her and I leaned up to print a kiss on his dry lips.
"House to ourselves then, eh?" I smirked, trailing my fingers up and down his chest, him nodding slowly as I bit down on my lip. His hands trailed their way up my back until they tangled in my hair and pulled at it slightly as he pressed a lingering kiss to my lips...
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So, babe, I was thinking-" he started, tracing patterns on my stomach with the tip of his fingers, before I sneakily interrupted him.
"Sure that's a good idea?" I teased him, him smirking, rolling his hazel orbs in response and shaking his head. I smiled. He turned us over so I was directly facing him, us both lying on our sides.
"Yeah, very funny babe," he muttered quietly. "What I was going to say is, tomorrow maybe we visit that art gallery you keep babbling on about? Y'know, since I don't have to worry about Alice..." he trailed off, as I put a finger to his lips and nodded.
"You shouldn't have to worry about Alice too much, anyway. She's an adult Joey, she's not little anymore." I reassured him, tapping gently on his defined chest. "Oh, and I would love to go to that gallery, Joe. But it costs loads to go there." I sighed, snuggling my head against his shoulder.
Not even looking up I knew he had a smirk plastered onto his face. "I've been saving up, baby girl," he whispered slowly against my forehead, a smile covering my lips immediately; it wasn't because of the gallery or the money really, but the current tone of his voice was delicious. "Like I said, we can go tomorrow, it's not too far off is it?" he continued quietly.
"Sure, babe," I breathed into his skin, feeling him laughing slightly against me.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, before closing my dark orbs as he wrapped his arms around my waist once again. I felt him relax against me, clearly meaning he was already half asleep as I followed the same path as him, as we both became out cold to the world...
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The next morning we woke, I turned over, expecting Joey's arms to be tight around me, instead finding the bed cold and empty. I sighed, throwing a t-shirt over my skinny frame, it coming just above my knees, going downstairs to find a note on the kitchen table. I smiled at what it read, rolling my eyes; typical bloke handwriting.
Hey, you
Gone to the gym, left early because knowing you, you'd probably have distracted me. Be back soon, baby.
Your Joey x
Making myself some breakfast and a coffee, I sat at the table and sighed, glancing at the clock as I awaited his arrival.
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Half an hour later, I was sat on the sofa, absorbed in the telly, as my face lit up when I heard the door open, Joey appearing in the doorway, walking towards me . "Alright, babe?" he asked quietly, him smirking as my eyes swept up and down his frame. He looked fucking sexy.
His muscles were straining through his shirt and his hair was slightly wet from the rain. Averting my eyes, I looked up at him. "Sure. Good day at the gym?" I questioned, my voice slightly hoarse. He nodded slowly, crushing his lips onto mine, me wrapping my arms around his neck when I felt him tense and wince slightly. I pulled back. "What's wrong?" I questioned again, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"Hurt my back last night lifting boxes," he murmured, looking away from me.
I rolled my eyes. "You went to the gym with a bad back? Stupid." I muttered, slapping his arm as he smirked at me before wincing again. "Guess we better sort that out then, eh?" I whispered, lifting his shirt over his head and turning him over so his back was facing me. I sat on the backs of his legs and put my feet either side of his waist. I gently began to massage his back, hearing him groan when I reached the parts that ached most. "That good, baby?"
I didn't even need him to answer as he groaned again, closing his eyes. "Yeah," he managed to croak out lazily. I smiled. A smile that soon faded as I spotted something on his waist. I leant forwards slightly, inspecting it further when I realized he had a large scar on his hip. I squinted. "S'up babe?" he asked, clearly a little annoyed that I'd stopped.
"What happened to your hip, babe?" I whispered, trying to rid the image of the worst sorts of scenarios in my mind, going back to working on his back, earning another groan from him before he lapsed into silence, making me even more confused.
"I, err, fell when I was little and err, landed on my hip," he quickly answered, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa as I realized he was enjoying it a little too much before I got back to the subject. I nodded slowly, not completely convinced with his answer. I knew there was more to it.
"Ouch," I replied, doing one last sweep of his back and getting up. "Anyway, I think we better get ready for the museum," I continued, moving towards the door, about to go back upstairs.
I heard him get up behind me, wrapping his arms round my waist and stuffing his face in my hair, as I felt him against the back of my leg. I giggled. "Cold shower for you then, eh?" I smirked, him rolling his eyes at me before jogging upstairs and into the bathroom.
I went into our/Joey's bedroom and looked through our piles of clothes. I wanted to look nice for Joey tonight, since he'd paid all the money to take me somewhere nice. I pulled out a short, black dress, it suiting my figure perfectly. I then added a few other things, applying my make-up to make it look, my eyes especially, smokey, knowing that Joey absolutely loved that sort of look. Pulling on my black, high-heeled ankle boots and straightening my hair so it fell directly past my shoulders, I was finally ready.
As I heard a knock at the door, I turned round and smiled at Joey's appearance. He was completely naked apart from a towel swept lowly around his waist. Although he looked incredibly sexy, my eyes couldn't help but dart back to that scar on his hip until I finally caught onto his smirk as his eyes raced around my figure. "No, you're not torturing me like that..." he whispered, my heart starting to thump as I detected a growl at the back of his throat.
"And, why is that, Joseph?" I asked him gently, strutting towards him and placing my hands on his wet, defined muscles. "All about self control, babe..." I murmured, a sudden urge of confidence bolting through me as I heard him releasing a long, deep breath before looking back up at me.
"I'll give you self control, babe..." he muttered, pulling off his towel and pulling up a pair of clean boxers, obviously aware I was ogling him like he was a God, and changing into some smart trousers and a white shirt, buttoning it up. He turned round to face me, as I raised my eyebrows at him and glanced towards the clock. "I'll be 5 minutes, babe," he told me, starting to run a hand through his hair and looking into his mirror. I laughed, a bucket of sarcasm being tipped over me.
"5 minutes? More like 5 hours, babe," I teased him, him turning round and faking being offended and gasping.
"Excuse me, Miss Branning, I'll have you know you take longer than me to get ready," he muttered back, combing his hair to the side and I watched the concentration on his face as he perfected it; he looked adorable. Once he was finished, he took my hand in his and lead me downstairs to slip on his shoes. We then went through the door and headed for the tube...
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Not a long wait after, we arrived at our destination as Joey lead us into the museum, guiding me round as I took in all the art work; it was beautiful. I studied a few of the paintings as we walked along, my arm linked through his. "I'd love to have an art gallery some day," I whispered to him, looking up to see him smiling gently down at me.
"You will, babe, I know it," Joey told me quietly, as we started to move towards the exit. I shrugged, moving uncomfortably; still not used to compliments then? "I mean it, babe. Your art is beautiful." he whispered, honesty and desire flashing in his eyes; how I managed not to melt at his feet right there and then I will never know.
I pressed a small kiss to his lips. "Thank you, babe. You're beautiful, you know that?" I murmured, clearly catching him slightly off guard with my comment.
We'd spent a good couple hours in the art gallery, the cold, mist-filled air like a whack in the face as it hit me. Obviously sensing this, Joey took off his coat and wrapped it around my shoulders, me smiling at him in thanks. "You're not having this back, you know," I giggled, him rolling his eyes.
"You've stolen half of my shirts already, what difference does it make?" he muttered, snaking an arm round my waist, pulling my side into him, his body heat radiating onto me. I laughed at his reply, slapping his arm gently.
"What can I say? Your shirts look way better on me," I teased him again, as he pulled me flush against him and our lips crushed together once again, us both responding before we pulled out for a gasp of air.
"You're right, they do," he growled quietly, his breath tickling my ear, shivers going up my spine at the sensation...
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"Thanks for today, Joey," I whispered, us curled up on the sofa, him fiddling around with his phone, waiting for Alice to pick up the phone. I furrowed my eyebrows at the look of worry and devastation crossing over his face. "Babe, she said she'd call you. She probably got carried away and then fell asleep," I told him, pulling myself onto his lap.
He shrugged, before smiling small at me. "I guess..." he replied, before letting out a deep sigh. "I just have this feeling something's happened..."
I shook my head, taking hold of his shoulders and kissing his lips to reassure him. "Of course you're going to feel like that, you're her brother," I said quietly, lifting a hand to cup his face, running my thumbs over his cheeks. Just as I was about to lean forwards for another kiss, the doorbell rang. I sighed. "I'll get it, babe. You concentrate on Alice." I piped up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and getting up, making my way to the door.
As I opened it, I was suddenly taken back at the type of person I saw.
Two dark, smouldering eyes, a broad, spooking figure and slicked black hair. My words got stuck in my throat as my grip on the door became tighter, the person glaring at me in disgust.
"Lauren," he spat venomously, leaving my heart pounding out of my chest...
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