2. "Can I have this dance, mio amore?"

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*Music to be played when she crosses part with the male lead*


"She was tauntingly and teasingly stretching her delicate hands, in the confines of her underwear. With her thoughts far off the sexy cowboy, she met earlier this morning. With a feeble hand on her clit, and her mouth gasping in delight, she made circular motions around her nub. Her head filled with lustful desires, wishing for his hardened length, to pump into her."

I was right in my room at home, reading another one of Colton's piece.

As I read each sentence, my hand slipped into my underwear, just under my yellow duvet, which covered me.

I begun the circular motions, just like Colton's book had described.

"Ahh...yes,"

I moaned out, at the immense pleasure I felt, with every move of mine. Doing just as the book said.

My sexual experiences were limited. Not that I hadn't dated various guys. It just wasn't my luck, allowing any one of them stick it in my honey pot. Something kept coming up, each time.

"If only he could just be straight-forward with his desires towards her. But he was sort of a man to take it slow. His toned abs said the opposite of it, though. So did the outlines of his cock, which always threatened to spill out when she was around,"

"Mhmm..."

I slurred this time, with clenched teeth. My hands spread out using the whole of my fours as I increased my paces. I moaned at the feeling of ecstasy that occupied me next.

"Stretching three of her fingers, right into her golden triangle, she pumped and pumped, picturing the sexy cowboy toying with her. Each moment-"

I made a move to insert three fingers into myself. But I found a hard time, slipping it in my virginal entrance.

It seemed so tight.

I attempted once more, only to feel almost like I was tearing myself apart.

"Whatever," I scoffed, while I continued toying with my nub. In slow circular motions, my eyes turned back to the book, to continue. I trembled softly when I felt a sudden need and wanting.

To satisfy myself, or I could go crazy.

My paces were faster. I couldn't stop myself from moaning out, hoping I didn't make so much noise, so no one heard me.

I was so engrossed in my little world...slightly distracted.

To the extent that I didn't hear the light knock on my door. The minute I heard my name...

"Ria, dear,"

I could almost swear I lost it.

I gasped, removing my hands from my panties, covering myself up with all of my duvet.

"Dad?"

I muttered.

"Oh, sorry dear. I didn't know you weren't decent- I could come back if you want me to," he said.

Did he see me?

Urrgh...this was so embarrassing!

"No, no...it's okay. You can come in, while I cover myself with...uhm, this,"

I stated, with my hands stretching, demonstrating to my yellow duvet. But the cowboy eros book I had been engrossed in, stared right back at me.

I kicked the romance piece by Colton Stone away. The effect made it fall down which I thanked my stars for.

I wondered what went through dad's mind.

I mean, he had always seen me to be some innocent nerd, with anger issues, who kept to herself.

"Okay, flamy..."

Dad mysteriously replied, settling down just beside me.

The full was Flame Princess.

I always wondered why he still used that nickname till date. It was culled from one of my stories, as a child.

For a man in his late fifties, dad was quite good-looking. He worked as a secret agent, which meant he had lots of enemies. Our house was securely guarded, yet it couldn't save mum.

Two years ago, while dad was on one of his missions, mum got attacked. She fell into coma from the fatalities of the injury.

I had been at work, when I got a call...

"Really...dad? I'm past that nickname,"

I retorted.

"Nope, you're not. You'll always be little Ria to me," he answered.

I sighed. "So um, what did you want to tell me?"

"I wanted to know if it was okay, for Karen to move in with us," he stated.

Karen was the new woman he was dating.

"W-What? I mean, not like you're getting married or anything but-"

"Yes, about that...We decided to knot it, Ria. This was the main reason I came here,"

"Huh?"

I let out. I couldn't believe he will think of marrying another woman, while mum was in hospital, battling with her life for something he caused.

"And? What about mum, dad? What about her?!!"

"Ria..."

He trailed out, reaching out to me but I moved inches away.

"You can't just forget about her? Wait, did she even mean a thing to you?"

I cried out, angrily and so much upset.

"What are you saying, of course...your mum was my world. She was my everything,"

He muttered, saying those words like he meant it.

"Then why choose to replace her? Why??"

With a look of sadness, I asked.

"I...you see there's a lot of things you don't understand, dear." he said.

"Things like...what do you mean, dad?"

"I will explain it when the time comes," he said.

"Then please leave,"

I seethed, standing up to open my door widely.

"Ria, dear..."

Scratching his silver hair, he trailed out looking at me. I looked away, taking in the tears that was threatening to spill.

"Please dad, I need to be left alone."

Dad walked out, closing the door behind him.

It seemed like I didn't even know this stranger anymore...

I sat on my bed, crying so much. Next, I picked up my phone, calling my best friend, Reyna.

"Hey, Reyna,"

I muttered.

"Ria, is everything okay?"

"Nope...it's not," I said, holding back tears.

"Oh my, I'm coming over. Now,"

"Okay..."

"At our usual drinking spot?"

"Yeah sure,"

....

I went for a white satin, knee length dress, and some silver stilettos. Packing my auburn hair, in bun, carrying a little leopard printed purse.

When I got to the bar with Reyna, it seemed like they having a party. We walked in and, I ended up pouring out my heart contents to her, and drinking numerous bottles of vodka so much.

Sooner or later, some hot guy turned up and single Reyna followed him to god-knows-where. I couldn't even make out what she said, because I was so drunk.

I missed mum...

I missed her warm presence.

Most times, I wished none of the attack happened. Perhaps, we'd still be one big family.

The minute a slow and classical Spanish song, began to play, I found myself on my feet, walking to where people danced.

As I twirled on the dance floor, so drunk.

My head, was a haze and everything was almost blurry. While I envisioned the blue lit floor, sometimes, it kept going on and off-like a switch.

Suddenly, I felt some presence right behind me.

"Can I have this dance, mio amore?"

It was a lush whisper, that made jolts of electricity, ripple down my veins. Giving me a tingling sensation, pulling me towards whoever owned that voice.

I looked up to his face, though unstable. I could only see his face planes and dark hair with a firm chiseled jaw. His suit looked really immaculate, noble and expensive.

He looked familiar.

What was this, some novel scene?

"What are you? Some secret agent sent to me?" I stated, going in tune, with dad's line of work.

I mean, I've had to be wary all my life.

"Let's get this straight, gentleman. I'm no-"

"Ah, gentle? I'm far from being gentle, moya princessa,"

He cut me off saying.

"This man wants hard. He wants fast,"

His hands wrapped around my waist, gently moving to the Spanish beat that was playing. While I gasped at the fact that I wasn't resisting any of this.

Didn't know if I should blame it, on my drunken self.

But this male, he scented really nice.

I mean, there was this pleasant smell when you went to the counter of an eatery or restaurant. But this... this was so much better.

Heaven...!

His aftershave was intoxicating, I found myself wishing to not be apart from him.

"Who said... you could dance with me..."

I purred, defiantly trailing out.

"You are not resisting, moya princessa,"

My shoes immediately halted.

I stretched out a slit of my white dress, with my stilettos aiming to walk away, only to be pulled back into the hands of this insane man.

You can't fall, Rias.

You're dead pan drunk! I told myself, but his touch, he was really declining my senses.

"Let me be,"

I gritted out immediately.

"Ah, do you really want to go away that much, belle?"

"P-Please, stop this..."

I stammered, yet my hands stretched right at his back, resting on his broad shoulders, through the suit.

He could be a Porcelain God. I mean...look at all those muscles. I wondered if he got that from working out, or it was steroids.

With his firm hand on my chin, he leaned in with his nose nudging mine.

For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned just by my side, with a lush whisper.

And sort of a promise and warning...

"I will be coming for you, mio amore. I've searched for you for years. Now that I found you, I will never let you go,"


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