Oh my gosh! I am sosososososo sorry! I know that I have failed my duty as a writer, and I won't make any excuses. I would just like to thank everyone who is still following my story (or any new readers...?) for being so faithful. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm doing it anyway! Here is the long awaited fifth chappie! Please, make sure to review if you wish for me to continue this story. I don't want to waste my time writing something no one is reading.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing but the plot. The amazingly sexy Adrian and dark mysterious Christian remain in the custody of the wonderful Richelle Mead.
I was on fire. Everywhere Christian touched tingled with desire. All I could feel were his lips on mine, his hands creeping up my waist; up higher and higher. My mind couldn't even process the fact that he had just said the three words I never wanted to hear. All there was was me and him. And with every passing moment, I lost awareness of where he ended and I began.
I could feel myself being lifted, and soon felt my back hit the wall. I wrapped my legs around Christian's waist, hoisting myself up higher, giving me more leverage to attack his lips. I planted one hand firmly on the back of his neck, and ran the other down his chest. His lean muscles twitched, and he moaned loudly, sending a shiver through my body.
Just as I was about to rid him of his shirt, a knock at the door snapped us out of our lust induced trance. It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on us. I jumped out of his arms, and straightened my top-realising that one of must have changed me out of my club dress, as I was now in only a oversized Linkin Park t-shirt-before hurrying over to the door. I took a moment to collect myself before opening it and finding myself face to face with a pair of deep emerald eyes.
Before I even greeted my friend, I was pulled into a tight embrace.
"Rose, I'm so glad you're alright. I have no idea what I would do if I lost you." Adrian mumbled into my hair. I tightened my arms around his neck, having to strain on my toes because of his height.
We stayed that way for a while, just enjoying the comfort, before a not-so-smooth cough from Christian broke us apart. I laughed lightly, and gave Adrian a playful shove.
"Oh, I'm sure you would've been just fine Adrian. You would have found some other innocent dhamphir to annoy easily enough. Although, I'm not sure she would put up with half of what I do." I replied. Adrian and Christian laughed simultaneously.
"Innocent, eh? Oh little dhamphir. I can think of a lot of words to describe you, sexy and gorgeous being at the top of the list, but innocent? Never in a million years." He replied with a wink.
"Who, me?" I said with my best southern accent. Christian came up and wrapped his arms around me from behind, earning a dirty look from Adrian.
"Well, if you don't mind Adrian, you kind of interrupted something. If you don't mind." He said, moving to close the door. I elbowed him hard in the ribs.
"Yeah, whatever. Rose, Abe wanted to see you, so try and get around to it. Wouldn't want him to coming looking for you and find you busy." Adrian turned to walk down the hall, but before he disappeared from my view completely, he turned back. "And, if you're ever looking for something better to keep busy with, I bet I could keep you entertained." With that he was gone.
I pushed Christian back into the room, making sure the door was closed, before thoroughly bitching him out.
"What the hell was that? You know you have no right to treat Adrian like that. We're not dating; your not my boyfriend, and you have no right to act like I'm your property!"
He sighed.
"Your right Rose, and I'm sorry. I just...I'm tired of sharing you with him. I want you to be with me, just me. And before you say anything, just think about it. I know that you're still hurting-hell, so am I-but we both need to move on, leave the past behind us. So take some time, think it through, and get back to me. I love you, and I'll wait until you're ready."
Christian placed a soft kiss on my forehead before walking out the door, not giving me the chance to respond. Or yell. Or hit him. Or break something.
Now it was my turn to sigh. I leaned my back against the wall, and slid down slowly, resting my head on my knees. I'm such a bitch. Two amazing guys, and all I can do is hurt them. I barely held back the tears that were threatening to fall as I stood up. Fuck up, Rose. Pull your shit together.
Deciding that it was a good idea to keep busy, I decided to find the rest of the gang, then pay Abe a visit. I changed into a pair of pleather black leggings, a loose deep red tank that was cut off to reveal my toned midriff, and my favorite black combat boots. Since I was going to actually see people, I decided it was best to throw on a little makeup. I went with a subtle smokey eye, nude lips, and bold mascara, leaving my hair natural in long waves.
Stepping out into the hall, I was once again greeted with the magnificent sight of the Mazur Mansion. My room was one of the three bedrooms on my floor-the sixth floor-as well as a theatre room, small gym, artillery bank, sauna, and three private offices-one for Adrian, Christian, and I. The rest of the manor was equipped in a similar fashion, no more than three bedrooms per floor, and a full-sized kitchen-each with it's own staff-on every other floor. There are ten floors, not including the basement, which was a fully functional bunker. I'm not quite sure exactly how many residents we have, but I think it's around forty, not including the staff. Pretty impressive, huh?
The only downside being the fact that it's a complete bitch to navigate. Even I, having lived here for two years now, got lost occasionally.
Not knowing where everyone was, I sent a quick text to Cara, my partner in crime for the last year. We had become very close, closer even than Lissa and I had been. She was my sister, the person that always had my back.
Where are you?-R
I started to wander towards the east elevator-it was usually faster. It was not long before I got a reply.
With Chase, Adrian, and Vanessa in the third floor kitchen. Chef's making pasta with that awesome sauce. Come meet up-C
I hit the 3 button in the elevator and soon arrived just down the hall from the kitchen. The group-my closest friends aside from Christian and Adrian-were so loud I could hear them all the way down the hall.
"Rosie! Come plant that fine ass right here baby!" Chase cooed as I entered. I laughed, and made my way over to the counter, hoisting myself up beside him. I took in his appearance, making sure he saw me checking him out. Not gonna lie, Chase was fucking hot. Like, the-struggle-is-so-real-I-can-barely-keep-my-cloth es-on hot. He had shaggy chocolate brown hair, styled to look perfectly messy, and light brown eyes to match. His gorgeously toned, tan chest was currently bare, revealing perfectly sculpted pecs and eight pack abs. His dog tags were hanging around his neck, while grey Armani sweat pants hung low on his waist, bearing the top of his "V".
"How's it going sexy?" I whispered, leaning in so he could hear me over the roar of my other friends.
"A lot better now that you're here." He winked, wrapping an arm around my slender shoulders. I placed a hand on his inner thigh, squeezing slightly.
"Excuse me! Are we interrupting something?" Cara joked. She looked beautiful, as always. Cara was a dhamphir like me, but she might as well be a Moroi. She's supermodel tiny, 5'6", and has strawberry blonde hair, deep green eyes like Adrian's.
"Yes actually. Do you mind leaving?" I laughed, patting Chase's leg before hopping off the counter. Cara put her hands up in an alright-you-win kinda way, then embraced me.
"How are you? I heard you took a few hits on that mission."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Adrian healed me, thankfully." I answered, turning towards my gorgeous friend. He smiled, before not so subtly racking his eyes over me. I blushed when he whistled.
"Damn R. If you don't cover up that damn body..."
"Yeah, yeah. We know. You and every other guy here are gonna screw her brains out. Keep that to yourself until she decides to take it to the bedroom. Seriously." Vanessa interrupted.
I gave her a serious look.
"I don't know, V. I think it might be fine time for me to get a good shaggin'. But don't worry, I'll make sure to set them onto you once they're done with me." I winked. Her blue eyes scrunched up, marring her pretty features, before she broke out in a fit of laughter, which we all soon joined in with.
"Oh man! I definitely missed you Rose!" She managed to say between spasms. After we all calmed down, Vanessa smoothed her blonde hair out of her face. Just as she was about to say something, Chef called out that the pasta was ready.
"Alrighty! Let me at it!" Chase yelled, rushing up to the counter where the food was being plated. Once all my friends had their food, we made our way to the lounge that was just around the corner. I sat beside Chase on the loveseat, while Adrian, Vanessa, and Cara made themselves comfortable on the massive leather couch.
"Aren't you eating?" Chase whispered, not trying to draw the attention of the others.
"I'm not really that hungry." I whispered back. He gave me a weird look, but let the issue drop.
As everyone ate, I picked out one of my favorite movies: The Host. Silly, I know, but hey. Max Irons is smoking hot. One of the maids stopped by to collect the dishes, and we all settled in, grabbing pillows and blankets from the closet. Mid-movie, I moved in closer to Chase, who wrapped an arm around my waist, tracing patterns on my side. I put my hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down.
Thank goodness it was dark, the only light coming from the massive TV screen, because Chase started kissing my neck. I was starting to get really turned on as I shifted so I was straddling him. We teased each other a bit until the end of the movie, when Vanessa turned on the lights again. I got off, not bothering to put away the pillows and blankets. Although I couldn't ignore how rumpled Cara's black t-shirt dress was.
I usually wouldn't mind. Here, everyone was sleeping with everyone. But, even though I had no right, it bothered me that Adrian had messed around with her. Okay. More than bothered. I was pissed. So pissed, that when Chase leaned down, kissing the back of my neck, I turned around and gave him a sultry look, not objecting when he tugged me down the hall, to his bedroom.
Okay! There ya go guys! Hope I made up for my past sins! As always, review with what you would like to see in the next chappie. Your wish is my command! Love always- Piper.