Thread: Let us hide together. [Lustfull_Sin x TinyThings]

LustfullSin said Little Miss Innocent x Big Time Millionaire Why her? What did she ever do to deserve this? All she ever wanted was a good husband, a happy family and live in a nice big house and have a dog or two....oh and a mini van to fit all the kids and take them to soccer practice. Her parents had been happy with each other until they both passed and Korin was left alone with no siblings. She had a great career, was a dedicated person and a fiance'-correction, ex-fiance' who said he was a dedicated person, but apparently bullshit ran deep. The son of a bitch had the nerve to get blown while driving and honestly, he deserved that sprained back and her so called, ex-best friend deserved that neck brace. Bastard also deserved that hard teeth marks around his dick. Rather sad that she didn't bit it off when they crashed. He was a top notched, well known lawyer, always getting people out of predicaments, winning cases. He was truly well known. Bastard has been on TV and in a movie or two. And she. Well, she was a top notch caterer herself. She had planned so many weddings and parties. The biggest had been one for Hugh Hefner. The man really liked his parties big. And now, here she was, stumbling down a dirt path, bottle of Crown Royal in one hand, the other out stretched, ready to steer herself away from whatever object laid in front of her. Her friend from the catering company she worked in suggested Korin go and use her vacation home in Canada, on a stretch of island in the middle of a river. She didn't want to, but with so many reporters asking for an interview about what happened and about what she was going to do, she needed to get away. A few weeks of being gone from the eyes of media vultures and she would return. Her friend even suggested she go and use her neighbors large pool. Apparently the man was never home. He just bought the home and was never there, just maids that went in, cleaned and left. The pool water was always warm year round and even better, the door to the pool was broken. Oh huzzah. But one problem. Korin would never, well...had never did such a thing. She wasn't the adventurous type, never took risks. She ate her veggies and brushed her teeth and went to sleep on time and woke up early and was never late. But now, with this Crown Royal in her system, she had the nerves of fucking steel, like the Hulk almost and decided, what the fuck. She was also cursing more, like a sailor, cursing her ex-fiance and ex-best friend. Taking another swig from the Crown Royal, Korin almost lost her balance and laughed when she almost tripped. Oh, oh, don't fall. She snickered, then shushed herself, snickering even more. She continued on the path and looked up, seeing the large, multi-windowed cottage. And here she thought cottages were made of wood. Oh well, what did she know. Quietly as she tried to be but failed, she walked up the wooden porch stairs and reached for the glass, sliding door. She jiggled it a bit and smiled when it opened. She slipped in and closed it as lightly as she could. With it being dark outside and inside, Korin had a hard time locating a light switch, until she reached the far wall, skimmed her hands along it and scoffed when she saw those light switches that were lit when the lights were off. Smart. Thank you Mr. Neighbor.She whispered, flicking it on and illuminated the inside of the pool only. Works for me.She chuckled and walked over to a beach chair and set her bottle down on the floor. She fumbled in taking off her blue peasant top and jean shorts. She kicked off her sandals and removed her black laced bra and matching panties. Taking off her hair tie, she shook her hair out, black waves cascading down her back. Reaching for the bottle, she took a tiny swig, swallowed and set it down again. Walking over to the pools edge, she dipped her foot and sighed at how luke warm it was. Perhaps the quick shock of cold would sober her up again.....or help in drown her. She didn't care at this point. Her whole life was ruined. Taking a breathe, she dove in, hands pointed outward and swam to the other side of the pool, popping her head out of the surface. She did a lap, back and forth, until she stopped and let herself float on her back. Her eyes were closed for a moment, her hands paddling gently to keep her afloat. This was nice and exactly what she needed. Good thing the owner was never here or else she would be able to come back again tomorrow. Click to expand... A silent hum, the ticking of buttons on a keyboard and the occasional mumbling, was all that filled the house. Even with the several computers, screens and hardware therefore on, there was no constant groaning of machinery. No. These machines was top of the line. The best software, stuffed into the best hardware imaginable. And he created it all. Started in his mothers garage when he was 10, and never stopped. Constantly working. Constantly typing, coding, writing and discussing with himself. All whilst listening to music, and smoking. That was all he did. It was his hobby. His work. His life. And it wasn't all that exciting anymore. Technology had reached a point, where there was barely anything new he could do, with the limits he was given. But he didn't slow down. He'd start a Animation Company, to outsource directly from his main company, and now worked with games, CGI in movies and the works. He didn't do all this work on his own, anymore. But he had a hand in everything. And everyone, who ever got the most high tech, popular, fashionable gear, knew his alias Solar . But very few, knew her real name. He didn't do talk shows. He didn't talk to papers. And when ever he was forced to go public on something, he did so by the name Solar. He was solitary. He was alone. He.. Was bored. With a soft sigh, Jake pushed the keyboard, held out by a mechanical arm in front of him, away. He rose to his legs, making his way down the long hallway of his cottage. Many thought, that he was never there. And the main reason for that, was that he didn't want them to. And for someone like him, it was easy to hide. And the cottage was only so dark, because he preferred it that way, and that the computers and machines where mainly located bellow the main floor. Jake had made his way to his dresser, and got himself undressed, but put on a pair of bathing pants. He never really liked bathing naked, being quite the paranoid man. He threw a towel over his shoulder, got his pack of cigarettes, and made his way towards the upstairs. But on his way to do so, he heard a beeping from his work room. Tilting his head backwards a bit, to look inside, he saw that one of the security cameras had switched on. He tilt his head to the right as well, before walking over to the camera, putting in on the big screen. He knew that face. Observing it his head slowly tilted to the other side, his hair flowing a bit off from his face, so that both his eyes could gaze at her. His eyes then widened slightly, seeing her drop down to her bare skin. A small chuckle build from his throat, as his head shook a few times. What now? He didn't really want to go up there. She might know him, and as soon as she'd gotten home, she might let someone know where he was. His freedom robbed. Then again... His mind didn't have to turn it around much, before he head towards the upstairs. Putting a cigarette between his lips, he slowly made his way towards the frontof his cottage, which was leaning out over the sea on the other side, now gazing through the closed window doors. He pushed his glasses in place, smirking lightly, before pulling the door open, as silently as he could. He stepped outside, letting the door remain open, as she got out a box of matches. For someone who lived his kind of life, it was strange that he still used matches. But for some reason, he preferred it that way. And lighting a match, probably also made enough sound, for her to hear it. And the flame let her see the pair of simple glasses, held in front of his bright brown eyes. His raven hair made a gentle wave, down in front of his right eye, giving him a rather mysterious gaze, now focused down upon her. He wore a simple pair of black bathing shorts, that hang loosely down his legs. Well hello there.. Miss.. Korin, I believe? He chuckled lightly, taking in a wiff of his cigarette, as he slowly walked towards the pool. How funny to meet you here.. I was quite sure.. I had locked the back door? He asked. From what she could see of him, he didn't seem angry, frustrated or otherwise agitated. He seemed quite calm, and when ever he breathed down the filter of his cigarette, she'd also see a gentle, teasing smile. But it probably did little, to dull the embarrassment of the situation for her. Which just made it... A little more fun. To him.