Thread: Bitter Sweet Rivals (Lady Bloody Ava & Fates.Gamble)

Slumber was calling her name, with the aide of his comforting caress of his sweet lips against her own. Her eyes were closed and senses heightened for the remainder of her consciousness. A soft smile sat upon her lips as she drifted off into a dreamless and sated dormancy. It was a blissful night of slumber. The best that she'd had in a very long time. While work was so far from her mind that it didn't even come up remotely when the business woman awoke at the crack of dawn. Her eyes felt the ease to open. Instantly a weary smile tugged at the left corner of her lips as green eyes fell upon the sight of her lover still sound asleep. Memories slowly returning to her as she lay in silence and took to noting every perfect imperfection of the man laying at her side. A ghost of a kiss was pressed to his cheek as she was careful sitting up. As much as she would have loved to lay with him and watch him awaken and talk and get to know him better, if he wanted more, then she would leave the door open, but they were just getting started. Ever so carefully Gabriella removed herself from his side. Once again looking over to him. The orange hue of the rising sun brought forth warm glow to the room. Her smile never faded as she maneuvered her way through the penthouse, picking up each piece of her clothing. Her phone was, no doubt, dead, but she didn't care. Bra, shirt, and skirt were slipped back on. The only thing that was not put back were her black laced panties. Quietly, the wicked Lady Beaumont silently walked over to the sweet sight of Devon as he slept. The black lace hanging on the edge of her finger. Gabby stood over his slumbering form for a minute or two before placing the black lace where she once laid her head. A napkin was plucked from her small purse and she wrote out her name and number in her red lipstick before placing it over the lace panties. Once more lingering look and ,with some disturbing reluctance, she made her way out of his penthouse. She locked his door... of course. That smile still lingered on her lips. From the elevator,all the way to the cab that picked her up. 231 North Sunset Drive, please. The smile wouldn't go away even if she tried. Soon enough she was dropped off in front of The Oxford Towers. Good morning! The doorman chimed with a genuine smile. Good morning, Blake. Finding Miss Beaumont in a surprisingly very good mood would be something brought up to the staff of the facility. The key was slid into the lock and upon opening the door the sun was shining through the floor to ceiling windows that lined three out of four walls. The floor plan was open and spacious with a grand piano near the windows. The kitchen bar was all that separated the kitchen from the rest of the penthouse. The sleek steel appliances and the black, silver, and grey marble counter tops. Her phone was plugged into a charger in her bedroom before she stripped herself once more before slipping into the shower. After a little while she slipped out of the shower and slipped on a red set of lingerie, a pair of short denim shorts, and a red female v neck shirt. For now she was barefoot and plucked her phone from the charger before heading to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. All the while she never forgot Devon. He was never far from her thoughts. As the kureg brewed her cup of coffee she leaned her back against the counter wondering if he would call her.