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Story: Paint Me Dangerous
“Why don’t you two f**k and get over each other?” an amused voice says.
“Hayden,” Austin growls before he turns around. A man who is older than Austin comes. He wears leather on his body. Leather pants, leather jacket and leather boots. Oh boy. It looks like he owns a leather factory.
His face looks like Austin’s. But his eyes are hazel, not brown like Austin’s. I can tell that they are naughty. His hair is also shorter, but it is still midnight black. His face is perfect and his jaw is sharp. But I don’t think I like his face as much as Austin’s.
And I didn’t say it.
No, I didn’t.
“You must be Lyra,” he says, stopping in front of me and taking my hand in his. This makes me blush. Then he bows down and kisses my knuckles.
Hayden says, “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”
“Same,” I say in a hoarse voice. Austin takes my hand from Hayden’s before I even know it.
“We have to go,” Austin grumbles before pulling me along to the lift. Someone is in a bad mood. Or maybe they’re just envious. The idea that makes my heart race.
Hayden follows us, and I hear him laugh deeply.
Austin says, “He’s my half brother.” Of course, they looked a lot alike.
Austin whispers in my ear, “By the way, you look beautiful.” I blush and smile shyly at him. I’m glad Kira didn’t put blush on me; I’d look like a tomato.
It’s too quiet in the car. The air is hot and charged, and every now and then I hear Hayden mumbling about “the s****l tension in the car.”
We get there in an hour. Austin parks the car and gets out to let me in. Sir.
He takes my hand and we walk inside, with Hayden following us again. The restaurant is very fancy. My plain lavender dress makes me feel a little out of place. Austin’s hand is on the small of my back.
We go into a private room. There are two couples sitting there, and they smile when they see us. You don’t have to be a genius to see that the smiles are fake.
We give each other hugs. Austin’s parents are divorced, it turns out. Austin gets his looks from his dad. He still looks good, even with grey hair. Austin tells me that his hands are around his fourth wife. Hayden is the son of his second wife.
And they are all very rich, which is why they have a mansion.
I just realised something: Austin must have a lot of stepbrothers and sisters.
On the other hand, his mother doesn’t seem to care that we’re there because she keeps talking to her fiancé and whispering to him, and sometimes they kiss.
They seem like they want to be anywhere but here.
What kind of meal is this?
I know I shouldn’t judge. But I have to say that this family is very dysfunctional.
Observation.
At least he has one.
When something warm touches my bare thigh halfway through dinner, I almost spit out the water. Austin’s palm is comfortably resting there, and his fingers are slowly making up patterns in the air. I can’t believe what I’m seeing on his face.
He looks like he’s really thinking. His fingers keep tracing patterns on my thigh without him knowing it. I breathe deeply. I look around and see that everyone is lost in their own world. Austin’s mother is kissing his fiancée while his father whispers something in his wife’s ear.
Hayden is giving the waitress a dark look, and I know that look very well. Someone is going to have s*x tonight.
What kind of meal is this?
I put my hand over Austin’s to stop him from moving. I look at his face again and see him looking down at our hands on my thigh. He seems to realise what’s going on, and just when I think he’s going to take his hand away, he does it again, this time very purposefully.
When his brown eyes meet mine, a smirk comes over his lips. I almost gasp when his warm hand moves up a little higher.
I hold back a moan and squeeze my thighs together. His smirk gets twice as big.
It’s going to be a long night.
I grit out, “What are you doing?” as his hands keep up the sweet t*****e. He laughs at how flustered I am, and when I let out a breathy moan, his eyes get darker.
“F**k, bunny,” he groans when I bite my lips to keep from moaning again and look at him. When his knuckles touch my pants, I almost jump out of my seat.
I stand up and walk to the ladies’ room, breathing heavily. Austin, who is very amused, stays behind and laughs silently.
I look at myself in the mirror and see how flustered I am. My eyes are wide open, and I’m breathing heavily like I just ran a marathon. I put on my lipstick and then fixed my hair. My heart is racing in my chest.
But when I see another girl sitting in my spot, I freeze. When Austin whispers something in her ear and she giggles, my heart stops. She leans in towards Austin, touches his forearms, and then says something back.
The girl is not at all like me. She could easily be the most beautiful girl in the world with her model-like body and angelic face. That’s a little too much, but you get it.
And I know that Austin deserves someone like her and not a loser like me.
But it hurts. It hurts a lot.
“Daisy,” a voice behind me makes me jump. I turn around and look at Hayden.
Hayden says, “She’s Daisy, Austin’s best friend from when they were kids.” He must have known I was sad because he put his hand on my arm and looked at me with concern.
He asks, “Do you want to leave?” I think about it for a second before I nod. Hayden takes my hand, which surprises me. I realise that I don’t feel the same way I do with Austin.
We walk down to the bar and sit on the bar stool.
Hayden asks me, “What do you want?”
I say, “Just lemonade,” and his eyes widen in surprise, but he still tells the barman to get it. He asks for a berry red drink for himself.
I ask, “How old are you?”
“Twenty, you?”
“Seventeen,” I say and take a sip of the lemonade. It tastes good and makes me feel better.
“Hayden,” Austin growls before he turns around. A man who is older than Austin comes. He wears leather on his body. Leather pants, leather jacket and leather boots. Oh boy. It looks like he owns a leather factory.
His face looks like Austin’s. But his eyes are hazel, not brown like Austin’s. I can tell that they are naughty. His hair is also shorter, but it is still midnight black. His face is perfect and his jaw is sharp. But I don’t think I like his face as much as Austin’s.
And I didn’t say it.
No, I didn’t.
“You must be Lyra,” he says, stopping in front of me and taking my hand in his. This makes me blush. Then he bows down and kisses my knuckles.
Hayden says, “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”
“Same,” I say in a hoarse voice. Austin takes my hand from Hayden’s before I even know it.
“We have to go,” Austin grumbles before pulling me along to the lift. Someone is in a bad mood. Or maybe they’re just envious. The idea that makes my heart race.
Hayden follows us, and I hear him laugh deeply.
Austin says, “He’s my half brother.” Of course, they looked a lot alike.
Austin whispers in my ear, “By the way, you look beautiful.” I blush and smile shyly at him. I’m glad Kira didn’t put blush on me; I’d look like a tomato.
It’s too quiet in the car. The air is hot and charged, and every now and then I hear Hayden mumbling about “the s****l tension in the car.”
We get there in an hour. Austin parks the car and gets out to let me in. Sir.
He takes my hand and we walk inside, with Hayden following us again. The restaurant is very fancy. My plain lavender dress makes me feel a little out of place. Austin’s hand is on the small of my back.
We go into a private room. There are two couples sitting there, and they smile when they see us. You don’t have to be a genius to see that the smiles are fake.
We give each other hugs. Austin’s parents are divorced, it turns out. Austin gets his looks from his dad. He still looks good, even with grey hair. Austin tells me that his hands are around his fourth wife. Hayden is the son of his second wife.
And they are all very rich, which is why they have a mansion.
I just realised something: Austin must have a lot of stepbrothers and sisters.
On the other hand, his mother doesn’t seem to care that we’re there because she keeps talking to her fiancé and whispering to him, and sometimes they kiss.
They seem like they want to be anywhere but here.
What kind of meal is this?
I know I shouldn’t judge. But I have to say that this family is very dysfunctional.
Observation.
At least he has one.
When something warm touches my bare thigh halfway through dinner, I almost spit out the water. Austin’s palm is comfortably resting there, and his fingers are slowly making up patterns in the air. I can’t believe what I’m seeing on his face.
He looks like he’s really thinking. His fingers keep tracing patterns on my thigh without him knowing it. I breathe deeply. I look around and see that everyone is lost in their own world. Austin’s mother is kissing his fiancée while his father whispers something in his wife’s ear.
Hayden is giving the waitress a dark look, and I know that look very well. Someone is going to have s*x tonight.
What kind of meal is this?
I put my hand over Austin’s to stop him from moving. I look at his face again and see him looking down at our hands on my thigh. He seems to realise what’s going on, and just when I think he’s going to take his hand away, he does it again, this time very purposefully.
When his brown eyes meet mine, a smirk comes over his lips. I almost gasp when his warm hand moves up a little higher.
I hold back a moan and squeeze my thighs together. His smirk gets twice as big.
It’s going to be a long night.
I grit out, “What are you doing?” as his hands keep up the sweet t*****e. He laughs at how flustered I am, and when I let out a breathy moan, his eyes get darker.
“F**k, bunny,” he groans when I bite my lips to keep from moaning again and look at him. When his knuckles touch my pants, I almost jump out of my seat.
I stand up and walk to the ladies’ room, breathing heavily. Austin, who is very amused, stays behind and laughs silently.
I look at myself in the mirror and see how flustered I am. My eyes are wide open, and I’m breathing heavily like I just ran a marathon. I put on my lipstick and then fixed my hair. My heart is racing in my chest.
But when I see another girl sitting in my spot, I freeze. When Austin whispers something in her ear and she giggles, my heart stops. She leans in towards Austin, touches his forearms, and then says something back.
The girl is not at all like me. She could easily be the most beautiful girl in the world with her model-like body and angelic face. That’s a little too much, but you get it.
And I know that Austin deserves someone like her and not a loser like me.
But it hurts. It hurts a lot.
“Daisy,” a voice behind me makes me jump. I turn around and look at Hayden.
Hayden says, “She’s Daisy, Austin’s best friend from when they were kids.” He must have known I was sad because he put his hand on my arm and looked at me with concern.
He asks, “Do you want to leave?” I think about it for a second before I nod. Hayden takes my hand, which surprises me. I realise that I don’t feel the same way I do with Austin.
We walk down to the bar and sit on the bar stool.
Hayden asks me, “What do you want?”
I say, “Just lemonade,” and his eyes widen in surprise, but he still tells the barman to get it. He asks for a berry red drink for himself.
I ask, “How old are you?”
“Twenty, you?”
“Seventeen,” I say and take a sip of the lemonade. It tastes good and makes me feel better.