one
mistake.
by
drama queen
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He looked at her.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?"
The darkness in his blue orbs penetrated through her still figure as he waited for her response.
An evil cackle erupted past her pouty lips.
"What do you mean?"
She knew he would be putty in her hands in a matter of seconds.
They're all the same.
He sighed. This was not going as planned.
She caught his brief sigh of defeat and walked closer to him. So close, she could smell the hint of aftershave and Tommy cologne.
He looked up.
And that was all it took.
One word and he would be hers.
"Please?"
*****
He remembered that night. The night he gave himself to her.
Like he could forget.
The house was silent after he closed the heavy oak door.
Weird.
His ears perked up when he heard muttering upstairs.
As he inched closer to the door, he recognized the voice. Two voices.
"He's gonna find out B."
"He won't. It'll be between you and me."
"I...I don't...I...-"
"Please?"
That same whiney voice.
He shivered.
Opening the door, his jaw tightened when he saw the two bodies on his bed. In his room.
"B, what are you doing?"
The two scrambled around, trying to cover what was about to happen.
"Huh?"
Her eyes showed innocence yet guilt.
She was caught.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?"
He used the same exact words in hopes of making her pay.
"What do you mean?"
He rolled his eyes at her lame attempt to feign innocence.
"And what are you doing here Trace?"
His best friend scurried from the bed and mumbled a quick 'I'm sorry' before exiting the house.
Her petite figure was dangerously close to his.
He closed his eyes.
"Please?"
She smiled.
*****
Copyrighted 2002.
Do not steal or plagiarize any part or idea of the story.
If you do, I will report you to Zero Tolerance. You have been
warned.
*****
Finding
Serenity
