Hi,
This week I want
to start it off on an upbeat voice. I hope this Flash Fiction Scene helps your
week get going in the right direction.
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Unedited Scene
Adult Content.
M/M Supernatural Romance
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I straighten the
wrinkles out of my shirt, cursing Ralph for tugging on the hem of it. It was
the first time that Lord Jayhem did more than glance my way. I’d came to the
club every night he was schedule to make an appearance. Couple of times when I
knew he’d be in his upstairs office, one full of floor to ceiling window.
“Would you care to
join me?” Lord Jayhem offered me his slimline hand.
I place mine in
his, reveling in how it swallowed mine. I knew he was huge, but never
considered his hunky, broad shoulders, and seven foot would extend to his
hands.
Lord Jayhem
shifted his glance to Ralph, who stood there with his mouth open. “I promise to
bring him back to you in one piece.”
“Oh . . . I . . .
Never . . .”
I silently cursed
Ralph for his stuttering. All he should have done was nod, then scurried from
the building, ensuring I did not have to be brought back to him.
“Keep him.”
Ralph winked at
me, then nodded at Lord Jayhem. “I have no say over him. He’s all yours.”
That I hoped to
be. For more than one night. I doubted that would happen, but Lord Jayhem was well
known for taking a lover once or twice then discarding them. I knew this, but
it never detoured me from longing to be his. My dream. My life depended on it.
I wasn’t sure why, but my gut twisted every time I saw him. My father taught me
to listen to it, and the only other time I had felt that deep etching for a man
was when I fell head over heals for Dave. I had him for thirteen years before he
ran across his Lifelong Partner. The one every vampire longed to find. The one
made just for you. Getting over Dave had been hard, but I never once despised
him. I knew that chance of one of us finding such was good.
“You with me?”
I looked up,
locking my eyes onto his glowing red ones. Those eyes that had first drew me to
him. There was never a night that I had not dreamed of him staring me down with
them as he fucked me into the mattress.
“Cal?”
“Always.” Truer
words had never been spoken.