Chapter 4

I’ll get myself a personal assistant to carry my shit around, plan days for me, and possibly attend my classes for men on days like these. Then I won’t have to torture myself by attending classes, carrying books around campus or talk to people when I’m hangover, or any other time for that matter.

My thoughts are hazy as I make my way through the busy campus hallway, my head bowed, and headphones in though I’m listening to nothing in particular. I just want to make it out of this school and go lie down on Austin’s couch for an hour or so because my headache seems to be getting worse, spoiling my already shitty mood.

One minute I’m walking with purpose, books and grumpiness intact and next thing I know, everything is knocked out of me including my oxygen as someone bumps into me. I grunt, my reaction too slow as I watch my books and headphones drop to the tiled floor and curse the world for enjoying the act of fucking with Cainine.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry.”

I’m still trying to register what happened, looking down at the mess before me as the culprit apologizes. What a lovely day it has been. I get down on my knees not even wanting to look up at who did this. This is the type of shit that gets me worked up, but I could bottle it all in for now and go take it out at the gym later.

Although… Is it so hard to just look where you’re going? Who the fuck just bumps into people like they own the hallways?

“Ugh” a soft voice sighs and within seconds a girl drops to her knees in front of me and starts picking the books.

I manage to ignore her presence for only a second and end up looking up at her after I pick up my precious headphones. Then I freeze almost immediately I lay my eyes on her and I’m sure if this was an animation, my eyes would grow bigger and my jaw would drop to the fucking floor.

Her long dark wavy hair is what grabs my attention first. It looks so silky, so soft, and shiny… I have this sudden urge to touch it, feel it between my fingers, and maybe hold her with it in a harsh grip as she apologizes to me again. I can’t see much of her face, but I can see the beautiful tan of her soft skin. It looked almost… edible.

And I find myself thinking, wanting, to touch her and maybe confirm if she’s as edible as she looks. As soft as she looks. It wasn’t a surprising thought for me to have, I look at girls daily and think that, and I always end up finding out. I wonder how long it would take to get this one in my sheets.

She was just… beautiful. I watch her eyebrows furrow harder as she concentrates on her task, putting together my books and papers that had fallen out of them and even making a point to try and neatly arrange them. Cute. She roughly pushes her hair back and I watch as her perfectly shaped, pillowy lips part, mine parting too.

She lets out a quiet sigh before she finally looks up at me and I suck in a breath. Her eyes have to be the most attractive part of her. I’m finding myself being drawn to the softness she’s portraying with her features but her eyes, her bright, chocolate eyes contradict the rest of her face. They’re harsh, intense even, with how she holds my gaze and raises a brow as I struggle to pick my jaw from the floor.

Her eye contact doesn’t falter and I find my heart rate increasing, growing nervous which is a rare occurrence. I make girls nervous not the other way around. But it’s as if she can read my mind, as if she was questioning all my deeds, judging them harshly. Her tongue darts out and she licks her lower lip as one of her dark hair strands falls covering her face. It covers her beauty… it makes her more beautiful. Before I know it, my hand is raising up, reaching out to push the strand back for her, but she speaks up making me freeze.

“Here are your books, I’m so sorry about that.” She’s got an accent. A posh English accent that makes her sound polite and so fucking hot. How can I not forgive her? Hell, she’d run me over, apologize with that voice and accent and I’d get on my knees-

My books, right.

“Uhm, yeah thanks” my hand drops to my side and I get up taking my books in my other hand and stretching out my right hand to help her up. She hesitates and I can see it by how she looks at my hand then back at me, but the right thoughts win and she slides her slender fingers hand easily as if they were meant for me. Her hand was meant to be in mine.

She gets up and pushes her hair back again then flashes me a bright Smile that makes my lips spread in a grin of appreciation. Damn, even her smile is interesting to look at.

“Umm, I’m Cainine” I’m also kind of at a loss of words. I hadn’t seen her around here, this was a new face… A new pretty face. I liked new pretty faces.

“Okay” she mutters, pulling her hand from mine gently and I frown a little already feeling the emptiness and loss of warmth. Isn’t she supposed to introduce herself too and shake my hand while at it.

She turns to walk away and my smile fully drops. What’s the hurry beautiful?

“Hey” she turns and looks at me, eyebrows raised. “What’s your name?” I raise my eyebrows back at her, my arms spreading in question. Didn’t she know how introduction works? I expected more, judging by her posh accent.

“Flame… Flame Sparks” she gives me a nod and I smile… Well, hello Flame Sparks. Pretty face, perfect accent, and a unique name. What else was there?

“Okay then, I’ll see you around.” I’ll for sure see her around.

“I’ll see you around, Cainine” she nods taking slow steps backwards, her expression unreadable before flipping that amazing hair of hers, and turning to walk away her hips swaying and hair dangling over her shoulders. The delicious fruity scent she leaves behind is enough to make my head turn and force me to follow her every movement. Her legs look pft… Hot in those shorts… I mean they’d look better around my neck, but I’ll have to make sure I see her again out of school for that to happen.

I’m roughly pulled out of my world when a heavy hand is placed on my shoulder “Hey Nine, ready for practice?”

“Huh?” I look back at Leon, my jaw still on the floor and brain dirtied with thoughts of Flame Sparks under and on top of me.

“Why the fuck do you have that dumb look on your face? Let’s go.”

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After shooting a few hoops with my friends and getting appreciated by random girls who were in the school gym- either because they had nothing better to do than thirst over shirtless dudes or were waiting for their partners…Hm, if you think about it, it’s still lacking better things to do.

I head to my last class for the day then drive straight to my gym, both to work out and see how my business is going while happily yelling at some sweaty people. I’d totally recommend that as a stress reliver.

I sigh when I finally walk in, closing the glass door that separates the reception from the gym area. I loved the familiar scent of sweat and the loud grunts and groans from people. This is exactly why I chose a gym it’s fun and torturous, just being here makes me want to gag and squeal at the same time.

I take a few steps in before my name is yelled “Madam Alison!” Shit.
I quickly turn my head, my eyes widening, as I glare at whoever who used my real name. I thought I told them not to call me that.

“The name is Cainine, who the fuck are you? And who told you I’m Alison?”. I didn’t use that name.

“I apologize ma’am. I’m Chris the new gym manager you asked to be hired.” He stretches his hand for me to shake and I do as I deflate. Drew said he had the perfect guy in mind when I told them I needed help with the gym. I’ve been partying so hard over the past weeks I forgot I was supposed to meet him.

“Oh okay” I nod, giving him a strained smile. “Nice meeting you, I hope work is treating you well so far. It can be hard at times but we can’t afford to lose this place now, can we?” We begin walking to the office at the end of the room.

“No ma’am” he shakes his head.

“Call me Cainine. So, do we have any problems lately? Any complaints? Machine breakdown?” I raise my eyebrows “You do know what I expect from you as a manager of this place right?”

“No complaints lately ma’am…” he notices my glare “Oh sorry, Cainine. And I do know what you expect from me.” He looks neat, polite, and nice with his well-cut hair and blue shirt tucked into his black khaki pants. I guess he could do this. Besides, if Drew recommended him then he was definitely worth considering. Plus, he was also shorter than me, I like it when people are shorter than me and I get to dominate the room.

“Show me around then Chris and show me how shit is done around here.”

The rest of the evening is tiring. Talking to clients, welcoming the new members, and giving instructions to my instructors and the cleaners. By the end of it all, I just want to rest, let off some steam. And what better way to do it than getting drunk and hooking up with a stranger?

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Loud music, a heavy drowsy head that I can barely lift up, half naked women, thick heavy air reeking of alcohol and smoke from cheap cigarettes and good weed. People hooking up in the pool and almost every dark corner, pills being swallowed like candy… Yeah, now this is a . It feels like home.

“How’s it going?!” Drew yells over the booming music when I enter the living area which was now being used as a dance floor.

“Good, where’s Austin?” It was very rare to find Drew anywhere without Austin. Most of the time it’s the three of us causing trouble but I can’t go to the boy’s bathroom with them.

“Probably getting it on with some girl in the bathroom” Drew shrugs and I nod knowingly. Classic Austin.

“Want to dance with me?” he asks and I can’t help but laugh… He must be so drunk.

“No, go get someone else. I’m going to go freshen up, my head feels heavy”. I tell him and he nods allowing me walk past him and when I turn my head to watch him again, he’s already busy with some girl. Classic Drew.

I push my way past the people, a cringe forming on my face due to the different scents clogging my senses making me nauseous. Ugh crowds. I push the door to the bathroom stalls open, glad to find it less crowded. The air felt cooler and it was less noisy, the only sound I could hear was… Gagging? Loud and painful, coming from one of the stalls. What the hell does one expect when they drink too much? How about being responsible and not testing your body’s limits? I’m the one to talk.

I stop on my tracks when the gagging gets too loud and whoever the person is, sounds like is about to die any minute now. I’m hoping I won’t regret my next move as I sigh and bust through the stall’s door. Why the fuck do I have to be such a nice person?

My eyebrows furrow in worry as I take in the sight in front of me. Some girl crouching over the toilet bowl, her knees on the cold bathroom floor, head bent down, dark hair all over the place as she makes the pitiful noises. I immediately kneel down behind her and pull her hair back, holding it up then looking down at her pale face.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, taking in her familiar looking features. From her brown eyes, to her beautiful skin that was now sheeted with goosebumps to her hair that I was now holding. Soft and perfect just like I imagined.

She looks up at me with fatigue in her eyes and sighs before whimpering “No.”

Her voice is so low and she sounds defeated yet I can still hear her posh little accent, the look in her eyes makes me feel stupid for not arriving here earlier. I get up pulling her to her feet and she stumbles back, weak and probably still drowsy. So, I scoop her up and carry her out of the stall stopping by the sink and gently sitting her on the marble countertop. I look at her sick, sad face as I think of my next move. I don’t know why I feel a twisting sensation in my chest when my eyes meet hers and she’s lacking that light she had earlier today.

“I’ll clean you up, okay?”

She rests her head against the mirrored wall behind her as I take some paper towels and start wiping her V-neck sweater. She hadn’t gotten a lot of puke on her clothes so as much as I hated to admit it, this was mostly for me. For some reason it felt good to be close to her and “take care” of her. I concentrate on her open cleavage smiling slightly at how sexy the exposed skin is. Then I clench my jaw, feigning concentration as my hand slides a little lower than necessary, my fingers slightly brushing the exposed part of her cleavage.

“You move fast, don’t you?” she slurs and I quickly look up to find a stupidly beautiful grin on her face making me smirk.

“You move just as fast, I don’t hear you saying no” I challenge. My thoughts daring me to push this further, slip my fingers under her sweater, and feel if it’s as promising as it looks-

“You didn’t ask.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re so fucking attractive I forgot to.” I wish I was joking when admitting this, but she’s clogging my thoughts.

She laughs this low sexy laugh that gives me chills and I find myself grinning. I should hate these reactions she’s getting out of me, but I’m a little too high to care.

“Are you kidding? I just threw up all over myself and probably smell like the sewer” she groans.

“I’m fixing the throw up problem, aren’t I?” I smile as I go on wiping her sweater my eyes never leaving hers that are half closed. She raises a brow at me before humming a response and allowing her eyes to flutter shut.

I take more paper towels and wet them now concentrate on her exposed thighs since her dark denim shorts had raised up her thighs. There wasn’t really much to wipe there I just wanted an excuse to feel them. I’m a pervert, I know. Sue me.

“You are such a pervert Cainine” she chuckles, catching on to me, my name sounding awesome coming from her. Say it again Sparks.

“Why? I’m just cleaning you up Sparks” I defend myself weakly as I gently part her thighs, my breath coming out shaky while I wipe the non-existing puke.

My fingers brush the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh and I hear her quietly sigh, making my stomach flutter. I want to hear more of that. She’s not slapped me so far, this is a good sign, maybe I would hear more.

I smile to myself, opening the tap next to her and slightly wetting the paper towel then I lift my hand and start wiping her pink, plump lips. My lips part as I gently trace the paper towel over her perfect full lips and I have told back a sigh of appreciation. I can appreciate this work of art with my eyes alone, thank you very much.

“They look so fucking tasty” I mutter under my breath, brushing my thumb over her lower lip and watch as her lips slowly stretch into a smile. Fucking beautiful.

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Re-editing S.C here, how’s it going so far? I think it’s going good, better than it was at first. So you know what to do with that start shaped thingy on your screen, you also know what to do with that itching comment you’re dying to make… Next chapter…pop up, just like magic.

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Current me here, this one was nice. I once hated on the cliche way they met, but honestly, I don’t give a fuck now. They have their own unique story and that’s what matters.