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Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

A walk on the beach, how unusual he thought. Nodding as she led him to the pier Gabriel wondered why she was doing this. Molly didn't look sick physically, and mentally she was too sharp for anything noticable. More nervous, he thought, than anything she talked almost as if the words came into her head. It was amusing, much more so than many of his friends who were either too careful being children of families that had a legacy to perpetuate, or those who were too wild and needed to test the edges of safety and normalcy. As she touched on his money he could only shrug, it had been something that he'd grown up with, as much a part of him as memories of birthdays long gone. Taking off his shoes and drawing up his pants legs stepped down to the sand, the grit resilient under his feet as he offered his hand to help her down. The soft sounds of the waves lapping on the shore somehow intensified the scent of salt and sea as they walked along the shore. My money doesn't need to speak for me, though as has been said, money does talk. Problem is, what is usually says no one wants to hear. He laughed slightly at his own little joke. Feeling the wet sand squish between his toes, the feeling of the squeezing under his feet, cool and soft. I'll play along with you, maybe its a game, maybe not. Looking at her wondered where it all came from, was it loss? Something else that would drive a person to this. His came from loss and a need, an empty hole that was filled with a question that drove him on. Away from those who he had been close to, they came along with him to a point, but few came with him after. Leaving many behind he was on his own now, except maybe for Molly. She seemed to have her own place, not one like his, one with more wants, but it seemed a safe, comfortable spot. Why give that up? She raised more questions than answers. I'm with you for the ride, I don't know where it will take us, but sometimes it is not the destination but the journey that is transformative. Waves lapped at his feet, the bubbles of the surf clung to his skin as the water came up cold and biting before drawing away. If you want to go somewhere first, let's go. I don't have a schedule to keep, if you want to show me something then show me. I'm probably as curious about you as you are for me. This is a big thing, one of the biggest decisions ever made, not one to be taken lightly. If it was, then it would be cheap and tawdry, if it has to mean something then it needs depth. Structure. Something behind it. The morning sun dappled on the waves, bringing a sort of glow to her. She wasn't someone he would look at twice physically, there was something there though. In the eyes, the manner, that had something underneath it all. Something that would draw a person in, the right person. Gabriel just wasn't sure if he was the one. Cooking for me, that's almost an intimate action. Are you sure we are ready for that?
Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

It's easy to ask forgiveness of the dead, either you talk to the aether or a small chip of stone set in their memory. In either case they don't talk back, he told her slightly despondent. The pain of loss and regret of his parents had been a warm blanket for so long that he wished he could curl up with it again. Wallow in the feeling of loss and stop time, not take the chance to step on for himself. As she stood up and talked to his mother he couldn't help but smile. No one called her Mrs. Carmichael unless it was the help, or someone from one of her charities asking for something. It brought a smile to his lips, but not for the reason Molly would have thought. He missed her, even though she had tried to mold and shape him into whatever form she and father had liked, had wanted, him to be. Long ago he came to accept that, as a family with a long pedigree he knew there were unrealistic expectations of him, same as the others he went to school with, and they commiserated about it. Some accepted it, some fought, and some just pretended not to care and just let it carry them along. Gabriel had always been the later type, knowing at some point he would have to give in, but decided to have fun until that time. Giving Molly a smile as she nudged him, yeah, well, if it would have helped the other hundred times I have said I am sorry would have worked. Wondering what brought someone who wanted to end their life to understand it so well he almost asked, though there was time for that. At least until whatever it was, he could open up more, or not, though at least with her he could be more himself. He got the sense Molly wasn't going to judge him. As he watched the people around them, each going along with their lives, not knowing what purpose brought Molly and he together it seemed odd. They were an ending while he watched the others and thought of beginnings, crazy or not, if he took Molly at her word. She came across as a freer spirit than she looked at first, that intrigued him. Getting up he inhaled the early morning air, the smells of fresh cut grass and morning on the slight breeze. Quid pro quo done. Check. Pulling out the keys he flipped the ring on his finger with practiced ease. What's past is past, I'm as good with it as I will ever be, thanks for bringing it back though, I haven't thought about this for a long time. It did bring him some peace, there were times with Mother that were well worth reliving for reasons other that pity and guilt, he had forgotten that. What do you want to open up about next?
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Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

It was probably the numbness in his hand that woke Vincent up. Through a veil of sleep he struggled up, feeling the weight grow on his arm and a quick shrug did not dislodge it. Before his eyes opened he reached a hand out and it fell on the firm, supple breast, the nipple pressing lightly into his hand. A quick grope as if expecting it to only be a dream his eyes fluttered open to see the curve of a neck before him, the long hair cascading down the pillow and over her face. The gentle scent of perfume, some sweet scented flower, hung over her like a haze amid the sweat and musk of sex. Pulling his hand back as if she was radioactive wondered at first, what the fuck she was doing here? Turning his head saw the clock change from 159 to 200. Damn, he had to be at work tomorrow. The previous night came back in a quick flash of her looking hot in the bar, a few drinks, some flirtation on his part and then back here for some hot, sweaty sex. His cock was flaccid now, but he could still feel the wetness of her. She was hot, and was good in bed, he'd almost consider dating her one more time. Mentally he pulled back, thinking to himself, shit I fucked her and came inside her. Vincent didn't need that, no kids, no clingy broads hanging around now that he'd had her. The thrill was in the chase, once he conquered them, he didn't care if he ever saw them again. Still young and good looking, Vincent pulled a beefy arm from under her, a little rougher than he might have. Hoping that she might wake from the motion. She stirred but not enough to open her eyes, pulling the sheets about her and almost taking over his space. Awake now, and with a woman in his bed whose name he could not remember, he sat up and slid out from the sheets. Standing up, stretching his 6 foot 3 muscular frame he ran a hand through his thick mane of black hair, wondering how he could get her up and out with a minimum of fuss. He hated when they cried, whimpering about him never going to call them, of course he wasn't but that was no need to make a scene. Laying back on the bed sighed, turned the light on by the bed, may as well get it over with, he thought. Hey babe, never remembering their names it was always easier to use some platitude or a general babe when he had nothing else. A hand on her shoulder and she stirred, hey babe, time to get up. We both have work tomorrow, he told her flatly, the implication in his voice unmistakable. Get out, now. Hoping she had a job to get to. Need something for cab fare? Reaching for his wallet, even a 20 would be worth it to get rid of her before she became too attached.
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Aria Hale wasn't the type of girl to go out, get drunk and end up in a strangers bed.She wasn't the type of girl who prefered or even liked meaningless sex then how it happened this time was a mystery.Whether it was the sadness of knowing her ex was getting married tonight , or the drinks or simply the man's inexhaustible charm-whatever the reason she was in a strangers bed sleeping in her peacefuslumber till ofcourse, the man decided to act like a complete ass.A small groan left her pink lips as he shook her before her eyes stirred open.Her hazel orbs looked confused, almost as if his words didn't even register in her hazy mind. What?She spoke, her sleep still covering her before she sat up, pulling the covers over her chest.Wait what?She spoke, indicating that she understood what he spoke, her big hazel eyes widening.Was he really throwing her out in the middle of the night? Wow, she barely knew him yet it hurt her to a great extent.She ran her hand through her long brown hair before nodding, not speaking anything. I dont need your moneyShe spoke, getting off his bed and looking around for her clothes. Picking up he red lace bra, she quickly hooked it up hiding her plump breasts from his view before searching around frantically for her thong.Not bbeing able to find it, she quickly pushed down her dress, before glancing at him one last time.Do not cry, Do not cry! She chided herself before rushing out of the house with her heels in her hands. She was lucky enough to get a cab and as she sat in, the tears finally erupted
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Opening her now lonely apartment, Aria let out a sigh of pain from her lips as she wiped the tears that had formed.Her heart ached of the rejection as she closed the door behind her, before stepping in the dim living room.She switched on the lights before sitting down on her couch and closing her eyes.Her head hurt and and her mind fixated at the man's amazing body.His silky black hair, his broad shoulders leading down to his well built frame-he really gave her hope but then in a swift motion took it away like she didn't deserve it.Shaking her head, she stood up and went to her room,stripping and going to bed. You are gonna get late! Ari! Up now'Emma violently shook her best friend who groaned as she was shaken from beautiful dream. Ari you have the interview! The words acted as cold water causing the young brunette to sit right up.Shit..shit..shit..shit!Aria cursed throwing the cover off her body frantically as she got off.I told you it wasn't wise to go to a bar a night before a job interview!Aria remarked which resulted her getting hit by a pillow.And I told you not to go and sleep with a man!Emma retorted but Aria was long gone in the shower. Fourty minutes later, the young 22 year old brunette rushed down the halls of the D H corporations, her purse in her hand.Beinglucky enough to catch the elevator, she stepped in taking a deep breath as she tried to calm herself down.Dressed in a sleeveless white lace top and navy blue skirt ending just below her mid thigh, paired with a cardigan that had the perfect hue of pink,Aria knew she had hit the mark for her clothes. A wave of confidence rushed in her as she smiled, knowing it was time for the greater things in life to come.She had enough misery, and now it was just going to be her and the new world that awaited her. The interview went better than her expectations.A short one and that too a highly successful one, Aria had nailed it.Aah, your boss has come.I think it's time you meet the man you are going to work underThe manager said as she nodded, following him down the air conditioned hallway.'Wow he has his own floor'She thought, knowing that her boss was someone who was highly successful and of great importance at this multi billionaire corporation. Vincent, here's your newest employee! Miss Arisa HaleAria stopped, her lips parting in surprise and shook.Oh Good Lord.This wasn't happening.No..no..All the memories of last night flooded in as she stood there, for a few moments frozen.Gulping, she looked down to her resume and then took two steps forward placing it on his table.Hello, I'm Aria...it's nice to meet you sir .
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Bill looked on, a proud smile, or a smirk, on his face before it was obscured by the mug. Vincent put on an easy smile, brushing away the irritation of a memory he buried staring him in the face. He hated it when anyone he'd dated and dropped showed up again, and now he was going to be reminded of it every single day! Fate is a bitch, Vincent thought as he took the resume in his hand, reading the words without catching a single one, then putting his hand out. Welcome Aria, nice to have you on board! Putting his hand out for a shake, I hope you'll enjoy being with the company, glad to have you on the team. As if he sensed this was uncomfortable to Vincent, the world right now was like a big itchy sweater that was smothering him. He itched, felt hot, embarrassed, and angry that he'd be seeing Aria every...single...day. Bill nodded and shook her hand with a welcome aboard and a few words about looking forward to getting to know her, then left the office. A twinge of jealousy at Bill touching her passed through him as Vincent led her inside the office. Closing the door as he gestured towards the chair before his desk, Vincent let the irritation work its way in then settle in the pit of his stomach, sitting there like a rock, his discomfort apparent on his face. The office was big enough for his desk, a table, the two chairs for visitors and a bookshelf. Only the windows that faced the general office let in any other light, through a quirk of architecture the office was in the corner of the floor, but had no outside windows. Vincent didn't mind, with the frosted panes of glass placed on either side of the door the office was not viewable, and rather soundproof, which made brainstorming sessions that really needed to be private useful. Sexual escapades as well, he had gone that route twice with former employees, so if Vincent really ever had the opportunity it was there. Aria, he read the name off the paper, a slight amount fear that she had found him tinged with the anger that she was here. Aria, he repeated to himself, so that's your name. Looking her up and down she was attractive, he wouldn't mind doing her again, and he knew what she was like in bed. Maybe having her here was not so bad after all, I don't know how the fuck you found me after last night, but here it means nothing. You work for me, you do what I tell you when I tell you and we'll get along fine, sitting down at the desk let his eyes run up her long, lean legs and settle on the side of her ass he could see in the chair. Thinking for a moment about last night and how soft and warm she felt in his bed, maybe one more time would not be so bad. I do hope we won't have any problems, the statement was flat as he stared at her but the intonation at the end was more like a question that promised repurcussions if there were any.
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Aria felt her throat go dry,as she analysed what was happening.He..He was the guy from last night.The guy she had decided to never see again.Never ever talk to him.Yet he was here.Was this a dark nighmare or simply just karma?Memories of last night flooded her mind like a painful movie as she faked a smile and shook hand with Bill,nodding to what he said though not really listening to it. She gulped a little,licking her lips to make them wet as she looked at him directly.She should have guessed it.Things never ever go right for her.Be it the time,she got second in the maths championship,where all her brothers previously had secured first position or when things went horribly wrong after she replied back to Ric,Nothing ever went right for her. She followed him into his office as if in a trance,walking inside his office.Aria couldn't help but feel shivers run down her spine as he pronounced her name,loud and clear.Last night was full of nicknames,but to hear him say her name send such thrill in her body that it was effable.She gulped lightly as his eyes roamed down her body like they had last night,only today they were more slow and sensous. Hearing his words,a frown formed her face.It felt like slaps on her face.Did he really think she searched for him.Was he that self-centered?This can't be happening.She won't let some sick one night stand guy ruin her quest.She won't go or leave.She will have to move on.Right now.All her pain and trouble that she had endured getting this job won't be ruined just because of one folly she made last night.No,she has to be stronger than this. Shut up.She said exasperated.If you think I came running after a jerk like you,you are so mistaken. I am over you.I was over you the minute I left that room that night.And For God's sake I don't want anything even remotely related to that from you.So,you treat me with respect as your employee and I return the respect back to you as my Boss,we both won't cross each other's way,at allShe spoke,running a hand through her hair before passing him a questioning look and sitting down.
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Aria watched his movements intentently,and she swore she could feel his lips travel down ,kissing the edge of her every inch of her skin in a seductive manner.He was,undeniably,hot and that was bad,espicially now since she knew he had definetly given her the best sex of her life.Her eyes narrowed at him as she watched him smirk and start looking her up and down again,as she stood there awkwardly. And whose unprofessional now?Aria asked,as he commented on her clothes.She didn't dress to impress him,but surely it was an added bonus.Aah finally,I thought you would never stop raping me from your eyesShe remarked,as he stood up and came near her.Her cheeks flushed bright red as she heard his comment,and watched him smirk triamphantly as he beamed over her the fact that she was too flushed to get out a quick remark.Bloody BastardShe muttered before following him out to go see her desk.She nodded listening to him tell her what her task was,as she pulled the desk out and sat,a sigh of relief escaping her lips.This was so going to be hard with him as her boss.Pushing back her hair,she took out the papers she was supposed to read,getting lost in them deeply. At lunch,Aria watched everybody get up,buzzing and cheerfully talking with each other as she watched them ignore her.She felt like the new kid in school,uneasy and awkward again.She wasn't the kind who could just stand up and join a conversation with a huge smile and crack a joke or two.So to save her from some embarassment,she slowly stood up and bit her bottom lip before sitting back down.Who needed lunch?
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Peter looked over the office as he began to head out to lunch, the crowd was already buzzing about and heading off to their usual spots or downstairs to the company cafeteria. The new girl was still sitting at her desk, an awkward look on her face, smiling he couldn't help but feel enamored by her. Like a lost little kitten, she looked around in a lost hope that someone would take pity on the new girl. Betty waved bye to him as she went to meet her boyfriend downstairs. Going to do his usual sandwich run Peter walked around the desks, sidestepping most of them as he saw Victor's door closed still. He knew the bastard wouldn't worry about the new one unless there was something in it for him, and the body language Peter saw earlier definitely had some sparks. Not in a good way either, though Vincent was a good looking guy with a reputation in the office, some days it was odd that Vincent stayed on and wasn't fired considering his attitude. Coming over put on his best smile, Peter knew he cut a good figure at 6 foot 2 about a well filled out 225 pounds. He spent enough time in the gym to maintain his physique, but not bulk up. Stepping onto the other side of the desk cast a quick eye at Vincent's closed office door, expecting it to open at any moment, like a lion protecting his harem Vincent was known to sniff out competition and appear abruptly. Peter offered his hand, I'm Peter, I work in the next group. I know what its like to be the new kid on the block, I was about to head down to a nice little sandwich shop on the corner. If you don't have plans, perhaps a welcome lunch? She had a great smile and a beautiful face, she would definitely be a great addition to the office.
Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Aria sighed softly, as she closed the files deciding to go once everybody was gone She looked towards Vincent's office as if hoping for him to actually show up and if not take her out, guide her to what to do next.But then why would he? She wasa conquered conquest after all.When Aria heard a voice, she looked up at the handsome man who asked her to lunch A smile spread over her lips, causing her dimples to come into view as she nodded.That'd be greatShe spoke, getting up from her desk and removing her cardigan since it was too hot to wear it to lunch anyway. They walked out of thr office to the elevator, surprisingly Vincent didn't interject at all for now.Hi, my name is AriaShe introduced herself as they walked to the nearest subway.He was very handsome and not to mention kind and a perfect gentle man. But he is not hot like Vincent.Nobody is hot like Vincent her mind retorted but she pushed it down quickly. She was sure Peter wasn't an ass like Vincent either and some one she could really date.If Vincent got out of her mind.