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Thankful to be home, I prepare myself for the night ahead, making sure everything is in place for when I return with my queen. The floor to ceiling windows will provide a beautiful backdrop when I take her right here, over the sofa.

Looking around, I begin to imagine how we will christen each part of the apartment.

Laid on her back on the kitchen island, on all fours on the stairs, of course in both the bath and shower. Anticipation and excitement travel straight to my cock.

The hard part of tonight is getting her to agree to rule her kingdom from here, with me.

Returning to the bedroom, I put the last few items of clothing in the drawer for her. I had to make sure she had something comfortable to change into in the morning. I picked up the same brand of toiletries I had noticed on her dressing table as well.

Once everything’s in place, I head to the wardrobe and pull out my clothes for the evening. Dark jeans, black button down shirt and, of course, my now favourite belt. Pulling it through my hands, I can still see the bite marks from it being in her mouth, my cock throbbing at the memory.

I open up my phone, sending her a quick message, hoping she hasn’t spoken herself out of meeting me tonight. I blocked my number, that way she can’t cancel on me last minute.

I load up the camera footage on my phone and await her return to her bedroom.

She returns minutes after I send the message, fresh from the shower. Beads of water coating her skin, she looks like a goddess. Oh, to be a strand of her hair, as it sticks to the curve of her neck. She sits on the edge of her bed, her eyes flicking from the screen of her phone to the dress I had delivered this morning before I left.

I thought the colour would be exquisite on her, enhancing the green in her eyes.

I can see in her eyes she is seconded guessing herself. Whether she comes tonight or not, she will eventually realize there is no escaping this. I didn’t think it would be this easy, I knew there would be a battle to win her over. There was something in those jades of hers when we first met, this woman is holding onto something, something that keeps those walls up.

Protecting her.

She doesn’t need them now, she has me. The sooner she realizes that, the sooner we can conquer love together.

She shifts over to her dressing table, pulling out numerous pieces of hair styling equipment and makeup.

She’s coming.

I start to get myself dressed, dropping my sweatpants on the ottoman by the window, still watching her get herself ready. Another thing I will help her realize, she doesn’t need any of that artificial beauty.

It takes her half an hour to finish her hair and makeup, shifting to pull the towel up every few minutes as she fidgets. She stands full of confidence as she walks towards her drawers, pulling out another black lace panty, there’s more material to this one. Not that she’s going to be wearing them long for what I have in store.

My cock jumps to attention as she drops the towel. There she is, in all her glorious beauty. Her entire body is accentuated by curves, her thighs, hips leading to her waist and that’s when my eyes stop moving. I noticed them last night, after she had fallen asleep, I changed her into a sleep shirt. Her lightly toned stomach laced with the dark pink thin raised lines of scars. My heart jumped into my throat now as it did last night, rage filling my veins

Reagan

Bringing the dress up my body I savor the feel of the luxurious fabric as it glides over my skin, the movement feels slightly erotic. Quickly snapping myself out of my head, I’m a hot mess of nerves and unease. Still unsure of whether or not to go, I have no idea of what I’m going to say to him when I get there.

Orion has this power over me, a power I can’t quite understand. I swore I'd never let anyone control me again. This man is practically a stranger, yet I’m here willing to give him my whole self. I stand in front of the floor length mirror, admiring his taste in dress choice.

Not to be big headed, but damn, I look fucking good.

I opt for a pair of flats tonight, my feet have been screaming at me for torturing them with six inch heels the past few nights. About ready, I quickly add a black velvet choker, a small ruby sits perfectly at the base of my neck. I think he will appreciatethe resemblance to his belt. Popping my notepad, pen and phone into my clutch and make way for the door.

I decided to walk to the bar, it’s a nice evening and I could definitely benefit from the fresh air, having been stuffed in my apartment all day. The crisp air immediately fills my lungs and my entire body relaxes. I slip in my ear buds and hit play on my mixed playlist, adding a soundtrack to the hustle and bustle of the busy streets.

I watch as people jump in and out of cars, already tipsy women are singing along the paths and men ogling them as if it’s their own personal show. I enjoy watching from afar, not in a nosey way, I just enjoy watching, wondering what people are thinking as they go about their day. There are times I’m fascinated by a certain person so much that I want to deep dive into their life story.

Sometimes I find investigating other people’s lives is better than focusing on mine.

A blow to my shoulder sends a bolt of pain though my arm as a large frame barges past me, an oversized black hooded jacket casting darkness across his features. Removing an ear bud, I’m pissed, shouting after him “HEY, PRICK!”, yet he doesn’t even flinch. “Watch where you’re going!”, I yell, angry. Instead, he picks up speed and disappears around a corner and he’s gone. Shoving my ear bud back in I carry on my walk, a little faster and with more of an attitude now.

My thoughts revert back to the last person who bumped into me and how that situation has escalated and brought me to tonight. I give myself an internal pep talk, I have questions I needanswering and I know he is going to have questions too, but I’m not sure I’m ready to answer them, not yet, if ever.

I round the last corner, the streets are busier and louder now, my stomach starts to do somersaults as Crawl comes into view, I’m not close enough to notice if he is there yet though. My nerves are really getting the best of me, maybe I should have had a drink before leaving. I stop for a moment, steadying my thoughts and calming my breath.

Putting the earbuds back in my clutch I notice a familiar large dark frame, standing a little further down on the opposite side of the street. I watch him for a moment, as he takes a drag of the cigarette between his lips the bright red cherry illuminates the end of his nose. I slowly move further down the street, trying to get a glimpse of his face. I jump at the noise coming from my phone. Pulling it out my clutch I see it's 7:05 and a message from the unknown number.