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The worst case of deja vu...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking.

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Explicit

Trigger Warnings: Promiscuity, alcohol consumption (by minor)

A/N: @thefrenchiemama​ ... as promised, I hope to have explained if Sam ever looked for Dahlia or if he ever came back after he left her at Zeta Psi.

I have been off my usual writing regimen of Stella Rosa and mood music... I hope it’s still a spicy read, and I will gladly answer any questions you have about this post... but can’t give too much away, lol.

Thank you so much for binge reading my series. I love you for it! Enjoy!

So, let’s just do a little recap of how this whole entire nightmare started for Samuel Dalton. “Mr. Perfect Size” had the reputation of being the one to get next to if you wanted a sexual experience that you would remember beyond the grave.

~~~~~The Rewind~~~~~

The rumor mill around Princeton was that Sam had no limits; that he was miraculous at inducing that desired state of euphoria of his own design, but he was a also man that would be open to almost any request, once you had the pleasure of being the object of desire for the night.

Now “Mr. Perfect Size” as he had become labeled by many of the females who dared speak of their union with the young Dalton heir. It was never his intention to have this image, but the fact that it pissed his father off to no end made this an easy path to continue.

Many of his relations were with the daughters of clients or potential clients, board members, or employees of Dalton Enterprises. Their parents would have to console their brokenhearted daughters, which was no easy task, especially when they had the huge misconception that they would be “the one” to finally catch his attention.

Mason Dalton had all but given up on forcing Sam to comply to his demand to change his behavior, growing ever tired of having to calm the tempers of the business associates he’d worked for years to build the proper rapport with.

Vivian, Sam’s mother, always told her husband that he was overreacting to it all. She felt that it was the responsibility of the girls involved as much as it was their son’s. She also impressed upon the fact that he would one day bear the burden of Dalton Enterprises, having to make many unwanted sacrifices in his personal life as they had. Her request to her husband... to leave Sam to his vices until a time closer to having to assume responsibility of the legacy they were building for him and his brother, Robin Flores. Mason would comply for now, but fully expected to see Sam correct his inappropriate course long before his time to lead Dalton Enterprises.

~~~~~ Zeta Psi ~~~~~

Dahlia led a drunken Sam away from the party to prove the rumor mill’s truth. She downs the last of her liquid courage as he finishes off his last drink of the night, already have had way more than his share. 

She throws all caution to the wind, kissing him with such fervor that his core filled with excitement, his hands roamed pleasurably along her frame, teasing her navel with his thumb, igniting the nerve endings of her abdomen as he grazed his fingers along her silken skin, causing her to shiver at his touch.

Once away from prying eyes, not that it really mattered, because all ears bore witness, Unknown to Dahlia, this was a regular thing in the Zeta Psi House. And the boys were always teasing each other or collecting on bets the next morning.

He took her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed, sitting her down gently as he wedged himself slowly between her legs. His hands find their way under her tube top, teasing her breast, feeling her nipples rise as the pads of his thumbs circled against them. Lowering himself, he eased her top up to suckle her peaks before sucking along her breasts, then down her center, gently biting at her crotch through her Tommy jeans before running his hand along her center and thighs... leaning back up to kiss her once again.

He quickly removed his shirt, as she tugged at his jeans, gripping his length in her excitement to see if any part of the rumors rang true before undressing. She would truly become tempered if she had chosen wrong... but the things she’d heard... and from his firmness right now ... she just needed him naked... NOW...

Seeing her anxiety, he took control, and soon... his beautifully toned body was flexing under her touch. Her kisses along his six pack as she stroked him caused a quiver of arousal throughout his body. Her small hands gripping his sides, she guides his masculine frame to her mouth’s touch, flicking her tongue against his navel, then lowering to his massive girth.

Looking up into his eyes as her eyebrows arc in excitement, she licks the head... teasing circles around it before closing her lips over it with a slow suckle, before downing the entire shaft as her mouth watered at his pulsing entry ... She knew he was enjoying her, not even having the best part yet...

The desire in his eyes boring straight through her clothing, her nipples hardening as he pulls her hair into a tight grip, gliding in and out of her mouth sensually... his low husky voice saying, “I’m gonna fuck you slow, just like this... I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll catch a cramp.”

Not wanting to give in to this vixen too early, he pulls her head away almost roughly, bending to thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, sending a fire through her causing her to squirm with need.

His hands being mastered, he has already removed her tube top, as he guides her backwards, ripping her Tommy jeans off, easily taking her laced panties along with them, before climbing over her to take her sex as if she would disappear without his touch.

After successfully causing her hyperventilation from his tongue play all about her body, finding her center, after lifting her legs over his shoulders, thoroughly tasting the delicacy now pooling for his fulfillment.

Sensing an unusual innocence about her, Sam decides against his customary roughness in his inebriated state. Cradling her frame, he rolls her into a straddle, gently thrusting upwards into her center as she gasps, but remains focused on his pupils... wanting to see every flicker of excitement rushing through him as he takes her tenderly. Her moans and crying out of his name  echo throughout, telling of the night’s pleasures, Sam reciprocates her love sounds in his own grunts and groans, both loudest in their continued release.

True to his reputation, the positions he takes her body through in the course of the night gives her such a euphoric thrill, she falls asleep in exhaustion, cradled in his secure embrace.

Remember this moment...

Unable to process the  escalation of  pleasure, she cries out, clawing into his shoulders  unknowingly… until she reaches full climax and release… just before  passing out.

He eases up to kiss her, as she lies asleep in exhaustion. He silently dresses as he decides to get breakfast for them both. She looks like the caramel macchiato type… I’ll get Starbucks, too… and fruit or danish or both.

He  finds himself unexpectedly excited to do this for her… his newfound  treasure… She’s different from what he’s used to… He  uncharacteristically wants to get to know her more… to experience her  more…

He takes one final glance at her before gently pulling the door closed.

Now that we’re caught up... This is what happened next...

~~~~~ The Morning Mistake ~~~~~

Before leaving for breakfast, Sam went to a friend that he knew to let him know that he still had company upstairs, and that he would be back soon should she happen to come downstairs asking for him. He asked that he ask her not to leave, that he’d like to spend the day with her.

Once he agreed, Sam quickly exited in hopes to return before she woke.

That brings us back to this moment...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking. A few were even licking their lips, and making snide remarks and gestures.

She  couldn’t believe her eyes… Did he send them to have their turn with her?  How could he think that little of her? Or that she was that type of  girl?

She scrambles to dress... only managing to cover her private parts with her clothing, brushing past the guys as quickly as she could… all the while in  total horror and disgust… Tears began flowing uncontrollably over how silly she had been to  think otherwise of Sam… He’d had the label “Dirty Dalton”, but she didn’t take it to be true… UNTIL NOW !!! …

Jay saw Dahlia running through Zeta Psi’s house and tried to catch up to her. She had already made it out and to her car. He could see her frantically dressing as the tears burned down her cheeks. For a brief moment, she just beat the steering wheel furiously, then she managed to start her car and drive off, nearly hitting the sleek black Audi pulling into the parking lot.

~~~~~ Sam’s outcome~~~~

As Sam got out of his car, looking towards the BMW speeding off, he noticed Jay walking towards him. “Was that some female disappointed with your performance, Jay? Typical, haha…”

Jay decided in that moment that he was fed up with Sam’s constant taunting over one bad experience… one of which a mean rumor spread about Jay’s sexual ability, or lack thereof. He never got the chance to have his ex-girlfriend correct the lies she’d spread because he had found interest in someone else, and tried to end things with her on good terms.

“Nah, Sam… Actually, that was your little hottie from last night. She said to tell you that she’d enjoyed it, but with your reputation, she didn’t want to take it further than last night… Guess your morning didn’t go so well… since you were sober, huh?” Jay waits for Sam’s expression to change from peaceful to disappointed.

“Damn, I could’ve shown her that I am not what people make of me. Did she ever say her name to any of you? I have to try to find her. She’s… different, Jay… I don’t know… guess I should have handled that part when we woke up, but honestly man… I don’ t even know how we ended up… well… let’s just say that I wanted to make sure she wasn’t a hallucination… And that my friend, she was definitely not…”

Jay fumes on the inside, but keeps his composure. “That good, huh? So, what’s after this? … She got you going out on a Starbucks run already… damn… I didn’t think anyone would have “Mr. Perfect” behaving like this…” This quip isn’t seen as an insult like Jay intended either, and doesn’t break Sam’s focus.

“Say, you don’t know her Jay… or anyone who might?,” Sam asks intently. “Nah, dude… You should know the females you lay with… you might catch something you don’t want one day, bruh… She could be a crazy stalker, or a gold digger…”

Sam looks at Jay quizzically, but then ignores the comment. “Guess there’s no point going back inside then. Let me know if anyone knows her name… I mean ask around for me… Holla at you later. Gonna go visit my mom.”

Jay can’t help his curiosity. Sam truly seemed bothered by her leaving… granted he has no idea of what happened before she left. “Sam… wait, why’d you leave her in the first place? You seem interested…”

Sam drops his head and sighs, “Dumb decision to surprise her with breakfast and coffee… Guess I should have just asked her along, but -…”

“But what, man? You had doubts about her?.” Jay interrupts. 

“No, nothing like that… As odd as it sounds, it felt different waking up next to her… it made me want to... I don’t know… just give her something considerate as a peace offering before finding out who she was, and well, to be honest, to find out if I lured her into the room.”

Jay arches an eyebrow at the suggestion. “She isn’t my usual type, you know… the ones begging to be in your arms. I just don’t see that I was the reason we were there… but, I did have way more than I should have to drink…,” Sam continued. 

“The only thing I remembered was how she felt… not her face, not anything else… and … I just couldn't get over how peaceful and content she looked… It made me feel like…,” Sam sighs deeply, “Like she was meant to be mine… I just wish I could say that I would have approached her sober… I’m just unsure of myself these days… Anyway, I have to go… Put the word out for me?”

Jay nods, “Sure thing, Sam.” As he leaves, Sam sees another Zeta Psi member waving him down. He explains what happens to Sam to his disbelief... Now realizing that things were much worse than he could imagine.

Sam asked him to call around to see if anyone knew her name, and to help protect her reputation. He of all people knew what the rumor mill could do to a person. So did Jay... so why did he lie to his best friend to his face...

Calls were placed, but to no luck. They would just have to see is they would come across her again on campus, or if she would be brave enough to attend another party that they held.

To Sam’s regret, no one had ever bothered to find out who she was prior to this particular incident. They would do everything they could to identify her for him. This jeopardized the Frat House and Sam...

(Upcoming fics will complete this look at the worst case of deja vu... she only had to have a repeat of this type of incident happen to upset her Princeton world even more.... stay tuned. Thanks for reading!)

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Collateral Beauty... Final Goodbyes

(crossover between TNA and TRR)

Rating: General

Word Count: approx 1,235

Warnings/Triggers: Death, confusion, sadness, anxiety/nervousness

Vivian arrives on scene, and immediately falls into despair. Robin appears beside her, bracing her before she fully collapses. The amount of damage before her eyes causes her desperate search for anyone that would be in high enough rank to give her the immediate condition of her son.

Being in a much calmer state, not really sure of why she has had him meet her at this location, Robin asks the necessary questions that Vivian is unable to due to her frantic state. When he learns that it is Alina’s body that they are trying to retrieve from the wreckage, he almost loses his own composure.

The Coroner approaches them, seeing that the officer is failing to properly assist with their questioning. She explains that Sam is in an ambulance for observation. Vivian asks if she can see him, and is led over by nervous Robin.

“Where is dad, mom?” She ignores his question, as the answer is the same as it always is, and she knows that Robin is already aware that he couldn’t pull himself from the office. Understanding the severity of the situation as they reach the back of the ambulance.

Sam had gone into shock and they were attempting to calm him down when he collapsed. The paramedic constantly calls Sam’s name, in hopes of arousing him, and checks his vitals. Sam manages to come to consciousness before Vivian is allowed access to the ambulance.

He requested to leave the ambulance, which they were reluctant to allow, but it was his right. When they hear banging on the doors, the EMT opens it thinking maybe the police have more questions for Sam.

To his surprise, Robin appears. “What’s going on ... Robin..? Why am I in this ambulance?” Robin asks the paramedic if it is safe for them to take Sam with them, and he agrees, but strongly suggests follow up care.

They make their way over to Vivian’s car, Sam and Robin taking the back seat. As Robin explains the parts that he knows, Sam slowly comes to full realization, still unable to believe what has happened. His mind chooses denial as its self protective mechanism. His mom sits in the front seat, silently grieving for their loss and her son’s mentality, tears flowing uncontrollably. She realizes that not only have the twins lost their mother, but their father to some extent. He won’t be in any condition to care for them now for certain.

 It is clear that Sam has been drinking, and should never be behind the wheel. Robin exits the vehicle to ask the investigating officer if it is safe to leave the scene with Sam, explaining his devastation and need to leave this area for his sanity. Taking contact information, he returns to the car.

“I need your keys, mom will drive you and I will follow close behind in your car. You’re in no condition to drive, Sammy. The officer has cleared us to leave, but mom, are you sure you are okay to drive. I think it’s best if we go to your place mom. He can’t be alone.”

Vivian composes herself, but constantly checks her rear view mirror, taking in her son’s broken state, her heart crumbling more with each look. She also sees the headlights of Sam’s vehicle, assuring her that Robin is close behind.

Now having images of the night’s events flash through his mind, he slowly begins to unravel. His torment taking hold of his every fiber of being, he folds to a fetal position, crying out for Alina as it he can stop time in his vision, reversing the permanent damage of his every action, his every failure, his every moment spent apart from the only person who had seen him fully and reciprocated his love in a way he thought would never be possible.

Vivian accelerates to an almost unsafe speed, hazards flashing. She can’t bear the thought of not being able to console her broken son. She needs to get him into the safety of her home. She places a call for the doctor to meet her with a sedative, knowing he won’t survive the night without it...

    ---------------- Looking past the Damage -----------------------

Madeline knocks insistently on the doors to King Liam’s private study, where he has asked to be left undisturbed. Ignoring the lack of acknowledgement to her apparent “urgent need”, she enters with a light whisper, “Liam...,  I have something here that commands that I disregard your request to be left to your solace.”

Growling with profuse anger, he half turns in address to her presence, “WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO URGENT AS TO DISREGARD MY REQUEST ?!!!!?”

Trembling, Madeline moves forward to greet this sorrowful King. “Humbly speaking, you have received a correspondence that requires your immediate action...” Liam turns fully to allow Madeline to feel the searing anger he is currently feeling, having absolutely nothing to do with this disturbance. 

Uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on the edge of his desk from the massive chair that once belonged to King Father Constantine Rhys, his muscular frame holding the most intimidating posture, he pounds his fist hard on the top of the oak desk from the Louis XV period, not having any respect for its historic value. His mind wracked with pressing matters of the Crown, second to that of his fraught Queen.

“Madeline, if this is not as important as you say, on my mother’s honor, I will bring wrath upon you so fier…”

“HIS MAJESTY !!!,” she impresses, and then quickly composes for a more respectful tone. “Please… I would not impose otherwise,” she states with a stern look of sincerity prior to dropping her head, unable to endure the brokenness of the once solemn monarch. She offers the correspondence, which he snatches from her delicate hands with haste.

“This could be the solution to what we all have been praying for…” she timidly offers.

“FETCH BERTRAM AND BASTIEN IMMEDIATELY !!!!”

As Madeline scurries from the room, Liam places a call… “Brother, I need you. How soon can you arrive?”

---------------- Urgent Official Correspondence --------------

From the U.S. Embassy: (official seal)

Cordonian Courier Express

From the Offices of 

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

521 5TH Ave, New York, NY 10175

King Rhys, His Majesty,

On Behalf of our client, Mrs. Alina Russo-Dalton, we regretfully write to you as part of the finalization of the Estate & Property of said client. 

Please accept our humblest apologies if this correspondence has reached you prior to being informed of her demise. Our office sends its warmest condolences and empathy to the family and friends of our client. It was her wish that this be executed immediately without fail.

Your attention is promptly required as a named benefactor in her petition for the probate of her Last Will and Testament. Please contact our offices at your earliest convenience @ (212) 867-9123.

His Majesty, this is a highly time sensitive matter. We cannot stress its importance enough. 

Please see the enclosed letter and sealed artifact and official amended documents requested to be presented to you along with the correspondence for your prompt handling.

We look forward to hearing from your court, or His Majesty,  at your urgency for immediate response.

Sincerest Regards,

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

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Name seven comfort films...

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1. The Lake House

2. Pretty Woman

3. While You Were Sleeping

4. Memoirs of a Geisha

5. 50 First Dates

6. Devil Wears Prada

7. Deuca Bigalow

Hey, I find comfort in a lot of things, lol... My taste is varied... Thanks @txemrn for the tag!

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The Dark Rooms…

Rating: eXXXplicit

Warnings: explicit music lyrics, sexual content

Word Count: 1,770

(Clicking past this point is acknowledgement of adult content not suited for minors.)

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My apologies, the word count is approximately 3,270. Tumblr has been acting up for me, so I have to force post, and it may not be edited properly. (Receiving errors like, try again or this was created on the app when I have been on the browser the whole freakin time !!!!!!!!!) Rant over...

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Thank you for the ask @pixie88 !!!! It took me a while, but here it is...!

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Don't think I've forgotten you lovely! Prompt for Sam & Dahlia:

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice."

hehe have fun!

Aaaayyyyyyyyyyeee !!!! Sex on the Beach !!!!!!!!

Rating: Look at the prompt... of course it's EXPLICIT, lol

Word Count:

Warning(s): potential Nudity, DEFINITE sex/sexual language, profanity

Sam contemplates what activities to plan for their weekend family trip, since Dahlia implicitly reminded him that it was his turn. It's been her responsibility to ensure that he balances work and time with her and the twins. She decided to provide him a bit of incentive to take charge.

Lately, he has been truly focusing on the turning point in his life... The day that he saw Dahlia painting on the beach... the day he secretly took her as his bride. He promised to never make her feel like she was in the marriage alone... It was not time to make good on his end of the bargain. Even he realizes that he hasn’t quite honored his words to her.

As Sam arrives home to finally leave for much needed time together, Dahlia tells him that she wants to go for a quick shopping trip. He removes his suit jacket, putting it on a hanger, laying it to the side to answer the question he mistook her for asking.

“I figured I would pick up some things needed for our beach vacay. What si- ...?

“Extra large... extra long.. anything else is a waste of time, but definitely lambskin,” he says, thinking of her recent pregnancy scare. (She admitted that she wasn’t ready to make that step this soon in their marriage. It would already be an adjustment taking on the twins.)

“Babe! In speedos, lol, or do you prefer swim shorts, because I am not quite sure that I want you showing off my billion dollar body...  Matter of fact, let’s just go together. I promise it won’t take long.”

“Whatever you want, love. This is my weekend to take care of your and the boys’ needs.”

“Actually, that would be perfect. I could even model a few suits for you... See which ones excite you.” She sits on his lap, kissing him gently as she massages his shoulders. “Oooh, Sam! I need to work these kinks out! Was your meeting that stressful?”

“It’s okay, love. Nothing a few drinks won’t cure... I could make your favorite, sex on the beach.”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she says, kissing along his neck. “We are going to have to put this on pause, or we won’t make this trip. I’ll change, grab a quick bite from the kitchen and then we can head out. I’ll send Carter a quick message.”

~~~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As Dahlia comes into the kitchen herding the boys along, trying to take in every animated word they are saying, talking over each other, Mickey runs to Sam first, waggling his tongue at Mason. 

“I saw dad first, so I get to ask if we-” Cutting Mickey short, Mason whines to Sam, “But dad! It’s not fair!” 

“Settle down boys, I’m yours all weekend! Mason, I promise to hear your suggestions, but Mickey did get to me first... fair is fair.”

“Yes, sir...” Mason feels dejected, and moves to take Dahlia’s hand. She rubs his back lovingly, and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mickey quickly chimes in, “Dad, can we go parasailing while you and Dahlia are having sex on the beach?”

“Sam damn near chokes at Mickey’s words, but Dahlia quickly questions Mickey, hoping they heard wrong.”

“What did you just say, Mickey?”

“Well, we didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But we heard dad say he would give you sex on the beach... You know the drink! So we wanted to do something really fun while you relaxed.”

“Mason, Mickey... What have I told you two about giving Dahlia and I privacy? Why were you listening to our conversation?” 

“Sam, don’t scold them. Let me handle this.” She calls Mickey to her and squats down to talk to them gently. “Boys, how did you manage to hear our conversation exactly?”

Mickey drops his head, still worried that they were in trouble. Mason immediately says, “Our room phone. You or dad must have pressed the intercom button by accident.”  They share a knowing look to each other, before Sam responds. 

“That would explain it. I had just gotten off the phone with mom, and sat the phone by my leg. I had left my cell in the kitchen, so I just used the home phone... We-, I must have pressed it when I sat back on the sofa.”

She tugs both their shirts gently, smiling at them, then boops their noses.”Boys, next time that happens. Just press the button that lights up on the phone to cut it off, or come knock on the door for us to hang it up. Okay, promise me. You’re not in trouble... We just need you to not listen in on our talks, okay?”

Both hug her tightly and apologize, just before Mason darts over to Sam. “Dad, it’s my turn. Can we search for seashells and starfish?”

“Boring! Mason!!! I asked first if we could go parasailing !!!” And just like that the arguments begin again. This time Sam quiets them, promising to consider both of their ideas. “Okay, let’s get this trip on the road. Carter just messaged to say that he is waiting downstairs.”

“Mickey, don’t run so far ahead. Remember safety rules!,” Dahlia exclaims. They discuss preference of clothing for the boys, deciding to change at the department store before heading to the beach. 

“I’m excited for this Sam. Thank you so much for making it happen. I’m anxious to see which reward you’ve earned for tonight... maybe we can even sneak in a preview.” Sam’s eyes tinting with that irresistible charm, he leans over Mason to steal a kiss... the sounds of disgust cooing from Mason.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~$$$~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~$$$~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once they have spent sufficient time on the beach combing for seashells and starfish, they take the boys on their first parasailing adventure. The instructor was very cautious with the boys. After they went over the safety and emergency procedures thoroughly, making the boys repeat everything and show each step, the fun began, but it wasn’t long before they tired out.

Carter agreed to sit with the boys so that Dahlia and Sam could have a bit of private time, which they were very thankful for. Sam even agreed to send him and his wife on their own private getaway the next weekend.

Sam sends a few texts and they take a short walk to the pier, then board a yacht. “Sam is this yours?” He looks at her and shakes his head no, and she turns to take in the beauty of it. “Then who’s?” He takes her into his arms, turning her to face the massive boat. “It’s yours!”

She spins in his embrace, “Shut! Up! It is not !!!! Eyes stretched, and playfully slapping him in the chest, his look tells her that he isn’t joking. “Really? OH! MY! GAH-,” she stops short, kissing her thank you, steadily bouncing in excitement! 

“Sammy!!! Let’s get this yacht christened already !!!!”

“Robin? Sam... I said adventure, not a threesome with your brother !!!” He looks surprised by her words, but quickly informs her that he was throwing her a yacht party. He leaned in to whisper against her ear, “Not now, nor ever, will we participate in a threesome with Robin. You’re mine ... and mine alone... I will NEVER share you.” His possessiveness turns her on. But before she can respond, the rest of the party arrives.

Selene D’Torte, Miles Houston, Grant Mirani, Luca Rossi and others Dahlia didn’t recognize were among the rowdy group now boarding the yacht. Knowing that her husband wasn’t the biggest socialite, she didn’t question the guests in attendance. (Who cares right, she just got a yacht for a present, for no reason other than Sam’s expression of appreciation.) She was just ecstatic that he had invited her best friend Jenny, she truly needed her to see how happy she was with Sam. 

Once the trip is underway, it’s nonstop excitement. From the onboard party to excursions of snorkeling, speed boating, jet skiing, and a beach side mock luau party... He was going to make sure that Dahlia relaxed and enjoyed herself. The one thing that he failed to mention... some work would be included, but it wouldn’t appear that work was being done. Who doesn’t love a yacht party, right?

Robin had his sights set on Jenny, and he was not leaving until they shared the evening, and night if he had his say, together. From taking her out alone on the speedboat just the two of them, to chasing her on the beach for some fun water play. But she’d definitely catch his eye on the jet ski, turning up the heat with her seductive movements. She had plans for him as much as he had for her, lol.

~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Sam was figuring out how to have a private water moment with his wife. Surrounding them with this much company may not have been such a great idea after all, but she was smiling more than she had in weeks. That is ... until Sam went to fix them drinks after she made her way aboard and over to him.

She pulls on her cover up as she watches him make his way through the group, admiring his frame... sinister thoughts forming immediately. Then it happens, something that shifts her mood, undoing all that has relaxed her. Selene has made her way over to Sam, her proximity way closer than Dahlia is comfortable with. She laughs and lightly lays her hand on his chest, which causes Sam to immediately recoil. 

“Come now, Sam... don’t tell me that young tender has you shying away from more experienced and suitable women.” He takes offense to her uncouth words regarding his wife, but his demeanor doesn’t change. He coolly advises that as of this moment, any further dealings between herself and Dalton Enterprises would be handled through Robin, or virtually if she insisted that he be the one to handle her shares and updates. But from this moment forward, she will respect his wife as if she was him, because as far as he was concerned, they were one, and would be treated as such. 

He guides her aside by the small of her back with a slight nod and smile, which is innocent enough, but not in Dahlia’s eyes. Her rage builds internally, but she won’t allow herself to act out and embarrass her husband in front of such prominent people. She’ll speak in a soft tone once he returns, her volume low enough for just the two of them to hear.

He returns, asking why she is hiding her perfect body from his view. He rather loved ogling her curves. He leans in after she takes her drink being offered. Cristal Rose won’t work today, she thinks, as she offers him a false smile. 

“You look so damn gorgeous when you smile. You’re making me hungry, can I have a sample to tide me over?” When she looks at him in that sultry way, he can’t help but touch. He doesn’t even bother to sit his drink down, instead traces the outer edge of her bikini, sending a heated rush through her that she ignores. Her heat has already risen, but not sensual in the way he’d love. 

Laying along her side, he kisses her shoulder, then her neck, coming to her ear, his husky voice speaking the words,

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice."

Turning her pout to him, he attempts a kiss, but her single finger stops him. Absentmindedly stroking the outline of his lips, she says, “It’s my day right... what if I let you take me ... right here... in front of everyone?” The twitch of her brow implies her desire, and that the words she speaks aren’t just a tease.

She can see the bulging reply in his thin bottoms, and as he almost indulges, she rolls away. Sitting upright, she now dawns the look of anger... eyes almost in a squint of hatred. “Gonna make me plead for it?”

She leans in and kisses his earlobe, arousing him further. “Not at all, baby... but we need to take this below deck... the music is loud enough... and the party is still lively.” Quicker than lightning, Sam is on his feet, pulling Dahlia to hers. His movement is so swift, he is almost dragging her along.

Nearly passing everyone unnoticed, Miles attempts to greet Dahlia, telling her that it’s great to see her again, he took her advice and negotiated an independent contract with Dalton E-... She could only offer a look of apology as Sam continued on, seemingly picking up the pace. Abandoning her need to argue, thrilled by Sam’s determination to get her alone... barely above a breathless call of his name, she tells him that once in the room, he can just pull her bikini bottom to the side, no need to undress.

Robin shakes his head, and goes over to make an apology, or at the least, small talk. He could bear this one burden, especially since Jenny was motioning him that way already. His eyes never leaving hers, he watched her lean forward, her delicious rack beckoning him to come touch. She messes her hair, just before throwing her head back as she slowly rises, turning to expose her near bare bottom to his view... running a finger against the string as if freeing herself of discomfort.

Licking his lips, he walks faster, passing Miles before realizing that this was his main purpose for striding over, which was taking second place rapidly. He backs up a few feet, gulping as Jenny adjusts her bikini top, breasts bouncing like the dot of a sing-a-long lyric display. 

He quickly pats Miles against his back, “Sam or I will get with you later, I’m sure that he didn’t mean to ignore your words, man. Dahlia said they had to discuss something right away... about their boys... You know how sudden family emergencies can come about.. “ He begins to acknowledge, offering a family situation of his own, but before his inhale can formulate words, Robin excuses himself with a pat to his shoulder, bee-lining his path to Jenny.

He sits beside her, softly tracing her shoulder as he leans in to ask if she would like to join him privately after the luau. Jenny winks, leaning to demonstrate her answer by nuzzling his neck before teasing it between her tender lips, ending in a seductive tug that implies your place or mine...

She seductively passes him her card. “This is my “Lyft” number, and I would advise you to phone and reserve early, listen very... very carefully to the instructions... I would hate for you to miss out on my very tailored to expertise services because you coud follow my instructions like a good boy... I promise you the ride of your life...”

Curiosity beyond peak and wanting to take her right then and there, he only has one question... “Lyft?” She closes the distance yet again, whispering against his ear, her breath raising the hairs on his neck just before she runs her perfectly manicured nails through them, “Live your fantasy tonight...” Robin turns, kissing her with a festering desire, pulling Jenny onto his lap before either realizes that they are indeed in the company of others. Clearing their throats, she insists that he call before standing and walking to go freshen up after their excitement.

Miles almost takes offense, but before he can think too quickly on it, Selene makes her way over to him. “Miles?” ... Turning and immediately finding her sway towards him inviting, he forgets about all that occurred before. “Miss D’Tor-”...”Nonsense, call me Selene,” she says, offering her hand for a gentleman’s kiss. (I’m guessing that business will take care of itself, lol.)

~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~~

After being thoroughly satisfied, she convinces Sam to go swimming with her, agreeing to be a beautiful siren luring him to her while he was a sea captain pillaging treasures as he discovered them. Letting her earlier frustrations wait until the vacation is over, possibly abandoning the conversation altogether, she had more fun that she has had in some time, laughing at the realization that Mickey was indeed right... There would be sex on the beach after all...  After entertaining their guests and retiring for the night, that is.

~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~ Robin’s place ~~~~~~~~~$$$$~~~~~~~~~~

After thoroughly teasing Robin, expertly bringing her own orgasm to start the night, displayed before him like a panther’s prey, she turns to tell him, “Now that the engine is good and warmed up, let’s take this to fantasy ride shall we...”

He immediately begins to undress her, as she has left this portion as the designated passenger fare. She’d only slipped her vibrator past the seams, allowing it to hum pleasurably within her, pressing it hard against her clit as she writhed through her pleasure.

Once he has stripped her of her garments, she tells him to sit at the edge of the bed while she takes care of the lights. He obediently assumes the role play as instructed, taking in every inch of her stride across the room, picking her fedora  up from the dresser, leaning against the door frame as she gently strokes the light switch to the off position with her nails softly scraping the wall. Tipping in greeting, she begins...

“Good evening Mr. Flores, I will be your personal chauffeur, I’ve been hired to drive you to the sexual destination of your desire. I have reviewed the desired itinerary, and have no issues with your requests. We can cruise or speed, depending on the specific route you wish me to take first. Are you ready for me?” 

She snakes her body along his, before slinking down to take his already spewing member into her mouth, coiling her tongue around it with a wetness that has him squirming, fighting the urge to thrust powerfully as she reaches the head, spreading his seed around pleasurably with the tip of her tongue as it runs along the shaft like a newly struck oil mine... bubbling over as the spasms continue. Wanting to feel this warmth deep within, she straddles him and buries him deep within... grinding into a slow bounce until her desires spikes uncontrollably, forcing her to reverse position, climaxing as she sits on it for the last time. 

She falls back against his chest, allowing him to thrust into her as he tilts them to kiss her with a near strain of her tongue, both struggling to breathe through the intensity of their release... crying out together as he squeezes her elegant curves as a ground to reality... relishing in their jolting recoil in his grasp. 

Breathing heavily, she informs, “Well Mr. Flores, looks as if the front entrance has been flooded. If you give me just a moment, I will guide you in through the back door... My apologies for the roads causing such a rough ride, so to make it up to you, I will cruise this long “scenic route”... I hope that you don’t mind ... I will have to take the mouth to the southern end of your manicured gardens... For your safety, I may have to make sure your restraints are tight... We can’t have any injuries now, can we? The night is young...”

His growl and biting of her ear provides all of the consent she needs... “Damn, I am so glad that I reserved this Lyft !!!”

~~~~~~~$$$~~~~~~~Welcome to Lyft ~~~~~~~ $$$ ~~~~~~~~~

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De-stressing...

aussieez asked:

G'day lovely! Hope your recovery is coming along swimmingly! 😘 I’m just here to drop another fluffy lil prompt in your lap for any BMD pairing you choose! 😜 #38 from this prompt list

No pressure or rush!

https://omgjasminesimone.tumblr.com/post/188799553903/50-item-writing-prompts-50-wordless-ways-to

Have fun! 😘

Word Count: 3,265 approx.

Rating: Explicit… (It’s me… I hardly know any other way, lol !!! ) PB says 17+, so I will, too.

Warnings: I do understand that each has their own level of intimacy, so with that said, I am an adventurous/curious being… Judge/don’t judge, meh !!! Anal play, cunnilingus, fellatio… Sexual language and ADULT activities… 

A/N:

I decided to write this in the stage of their “relationship” that was somewhat left out… Alina has filed for divorce and Sam is attempting to move on with his life… He really is unsure of what the future holds, but Alina has been adamant that she wants nothing more to do with Sam… What’s a man to do? Move onward, yeah?

Aussie Ask #38 prompt: Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

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Any Sneak Peek Sunday from you?

Thank you for the ask @busywoman ! I haven't been writing as much this past week, physically adjusting to this season's attempt at changing... It's back to allergies and colds for me, but I have a few things that I can share snippets from.

The Death of a Queen

Laying my crowns down…

Crowns by Cass

(A TRR-fic)

Riley had discovered that Queen Eleanor had not perished at the hands of Godfrey Amaranth as all were led to believe. She had indeed been poisoned, but there was an untraceable counter agent given simultaneously. It would allow her vitals to crash, even keeping her in a near death state. 

As this would be too hard for King Constantine to bear, it was already predestined that her body would not be available for public viewing... allowing the country its proper mourning. She would be laid to rest in expedited fashion per the King’s request. This had been discussed on the many attempts to overtake the crown, so it was knowledge to those it benefited.

A ransom has been called for the stability and protection of Cordonia’s people... Either surrender my life and all of its connections, or surrender the King and Royal Family... It was never fully stated that my entire family would be sacrificed, only that it was either myself or the King... I overheard Godfrey and Barthelemy in their plotting against my love... even against our sons... It was then that I realized I would have to stow my beloved daughter away, unknown to her brother’s and father...

“I think I wanna Marry You… “ (part 3 of 3)

(A TNA fic)

Talos -- In time https://youtu.be/oqWf_tL74-0 

As they exit the private jet that Edison arranged, they are greeted by a young attendant who welcomes them to Monaco. She gives them both a glass of Petrus Pomerol, 2011. “There are several bottles stocked in your suite, please help yourself to them… Should there be a specific drink that you desire, please ring the private line which will be labeled clearly on the phone. Please accept my apologies for the brief delay, and allow me to escort you to your destination..” She opens the door of the stretch Maserati limousine, as Sam assists Dahlia inside just before sliding in closely.

“You know, I have always wanted to say...Driver, let up the partition please!...,” burying her head in Sam’s chest. “Carter would have immediately known what we were up to, lol… So I never could say it, lol.” Brushing her hair away from her hair repeatedly as the coils fall back quicker than swept away. “So, are you giving me hints right now, my love? You know that I wouldn’t refuse you anything…” She giggles, then steals a quick kiss before burying her face again. “Since when did you become this shy person? Oh… I get it now… You’re in blushing bride mode… Well, let’s just see how hard I can make you blush…” 

Pulling her legs across his lap, she allows his fingers to tickle their way up her thighs before she finally lets out a soft moan… leading into a very satisfied purr once his fingers tug at the newly purchased Secrets threatening to divulge everything that she is currently desiring. Just as he takes her lips against his, the driver apologizes for the partition not being up prior to their entry. Dahlia folds in laughter… “What, let’s cross this off of your list of “must do’s”, or if not tonight, we have the rest of our honeymoon… Or you could muster up the courage to finally say it to Carter… I think the cat’s out of the bag... “ He nips at her neck before giving her a deep and lengthy kiss. “You’re hesitating, but the cat could be out of this fancy lingerie and all over my tongue…”

Luck would not be a lady tonight, as their limo ride comes to a stop outside the most gorgeous castle-like building Dahlia has ever laid eyes on. This time, the partition stays up, but the intercom buzzes… “Mr. and Mrs. Dalton, whenever you’re ready to depart into the Resort & Casino, please let me know by pressing the button, and I shall open the limo doors promptly. I hope that Monaco brings all of the excitement you can hope for.” He gives his wife one longing stare, but gently adjusts her undergarments and shifts her legs back to the floor. 

“Ready for the start of our never ending journey?” Dahlia leans across him, both looking out of the window, taking in the massive structure awaiting their entry… He is so attracted to the look of pure happiness consuming Dahlia’s face. She turns to him with the look that says she is ready… “Shall we, my husband?” Smiling, knowing this is the beginning of an adventure they both will never forget, he answers, “We shall, my wife…” She anxiously presses the intercom, and their honeymoon crawl officially begins!

Transformed…

(A Bloodbound fic)

He had found her… rescued her before she could do the very thing that she regretted putting Lily in the position of doing… but it has saved Lily’s life, and now hers… 

His confession was heard and unheard, her thoughts racing so swiftly through her mind… “Ohmygod, I would have killed them… This is not me !!!” The powerful hum of her thoughts caused her to press hard against her ears, gaining Adrian’s attention.

“Amy… Hey… hey… This feeling will pass, trust me.”

“But what if it doesn’t ? Will I be able to live with myself as… as... ?

“A monster? It’s okay to say it, I won’t be offended… Mainly because it’s how I have felt for half a century or more… Until I met you, that is…”

“Her focus is drawn back by his last sentence… Until you met me ? I am still trying to remember who I was before… before… this..”

She studied her features… Although she was the same Amy, she physically felt… different… She felt outside of her body… She knew that couldn’t make sense...

Love to Love …

(A TNA-TRR crossover fic)

Surf Mesa, Madison Beer - Carried Away (Love To Love) (Lyric Video)

Sam doesn’t want to offend Edison and accepts his generous hospitality within limits. He watches her attempt to seduce him through the glass, and makes his way into the Red Room... Okay, Sammie... Don’t fall into this trap... She doesn’t compare to my baby anyway... But I would never insult an ally... Just get through this and call your woman to meet you right after...

“He’s in love ... He just may find his resistance to women... What else can we offer?” 

“How about world wide access in Biotechnology? Now, that, Sam won’t be able to refuse... The appeal of avenging his wronged heart in the past may lure him in even faster... I’m sure he keeps secrets from that beauty he has on his arm... Oh, we will have him in our fold...” 

Edison watched on anticipating Sam’s submission, but he only admired the sex appeal, his desire only growing for Dahlia. He dares not interrupt her craft, but he won’t allow anything to transpire... He has a newfound determination to hold onto the only constant he has in his life other than his brother and parents. He knows that he will have to surrender the twins to Liam at any given time... This honeymoon, he will sow his own seed... It’s time to give birth to a new man... Dirty Dalton is his past... or so he believes...

Story Making...

When his nightmare began...

(A TNA-TRR crossover fic)

The news would come on as he worked in his office on the floor highest within Dalton Enterprises... There would have been one of many security guards moving throughout the night shift that would rush into his office, turning on the television for his viewing as he was at a loss for words to explain.

“What is the meaning of this Henry?”

But before any words could be spoken, her name flashed upon the screen... along with the following reporting...

“What appears to be the kidnapping of Mrs. Alina Dalton has ended tragically on this night... Authorities are still trying to reach her husband and family, but have had no luck at this time... We have been asked to broadcast this as an attempt to have someone related contact NYPD as soon as possible... We do apologize for any violation of privacy, but it is imperative for someone to make contact with CSI Barry Sizemore at the number scrolling across the screen below. NYNBC offers its deepest condolences to all families involved. A list of those identified will follow this message. If you have family members who may have been aboard, please contact 911 and refer to CSI Barry Sizemore for point of contact. Anyone with information, please do the same, but you may also contact our station for further assistance.”

His heart falls, and he collapses back into his chair. His breath escaping him quicker than he can gain it back. His cell immediately begins to ring as his mother’s name flashes on the caller identification. “Mom! You have the boys right! She hadn’t picked them up- ...” A deep sigh of relief escapes him along with further tears.

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The Unsuited Suitor and The Queen's Royal Pet

Thank you Bebepac for asking !!!

The Unsuited Suitor...

A/N: This Hana Lee fic tells her story of joining the Social Season in which Liam Rhys has now become the Crown Prince.

It started out as just a fic to refamiliarize myself with my original opinions of TRR characters as I started including small paragraphs in my TNA-TRR crossover... sort of like a bio for each one...

I frustrate myself a lot with writing some days, and just want a redirect.

Snippet: (When her mother takes the most precious thing she could from Hana)

It wasn’t until she’d returned to her wardrobe to take in the memory of times together with her lǎolao that she’d realize her mother had entered her room and taken the most precious reminder. She rushed to her mother’s door, begging for her to return the kimono to her...

Ignoring the knocks of her desperate daughter, Lorelai would just turn over in her bed, feeling that proper punishment had been served. Hana’s frame slumped against the door, feeling the lowest she’d ever been made to feel. In her mind, she’d finally lost everything that she had cared so deeply for. She would cry herself to sleep in that very spot, the silk robe doing nothing to shield the cold temperatures as she shivered constantly through the night.

At some point, her father would awaken and carry Hana to her room, seeing the exhaustion clearly on her face. Once tucked in bed, he would make many unheard apologies for having allowed her mother to take what was most precious to her, having ordered as many kimonos of similar pattern to be rushed to her wardrobe before she could wake… Not caring who had to be disturbed to make this happen. His diligent attempt to make amends would be noted as she’d rush to her wardrobe upon awakening to see if her mother had a change of heart… only to be met with further disappointment and sadness… How could they think these replacements would even be appreciated in the least way? They had no significance to her like the handmade kimono she’d made with her lǎolao.

Her mother came across as a beautiful siren... Lorelai could lure in the best of them, capturing them in her spellbound trance, bending to her will if they didn’t have the sense to look away… It showed how she managed to control Xinghai Lee completely. She intended for her daughter to form a bridge for their families advancement, and the abdication of Crown Prince Leo Rhys seemingly provided the needed opportunity.

She would lay and dream of her favorite character Mrs. WhatsIt from “ A Wrinkle In Time”, transforming into the character herself as her personal escape from her life...

Only her character never had the happy transformation, she would always come crashing to the Earth, near drowning before she would awaken... This repetitive dream haunted her... as she was never seen by the approaching boat attempting to rescue her... She wondered if this meant that she would never escape the control her parents held over her... Or did it symbolize the almost escape she had through her engagement that didn’t work out?... Would she never be loved in the way that she longed to be?... Would her future be lost to her?

***** This jumps around a bit, I have to go back and fill in the gaps... My mind hardly ever writes in the order the fic posts *****

Snippet of "The Queen's Royal Pet":

A/N: Liam thought he would smooth things over with Riley after confessing the twins that he fathered unknowingly with their deceased mother. Thinking a French Bulldog would be a good choice for the boys as well as Riley, because they didn't get that big... Boy was he wrong !!!

“Liam !!!!!!!!”

“Well, he seemed like a good choice at the time... would it help if I told you he was a rescue pet???”

“Find him another home!”

“Because he chewed your Jimmy Choo’s?”

~~~~~~~~~~

When visiting the Walker Ranch, the twins seemed to enjoy playing with Thunder, Bianca’s pooch that she kept after finding him abandoned on her ranch. She named him Thunder because he was always running down the stairs, but would always come to a skidding halt at her feet, tail beating excitedly against her hardwood floor as he patiently waited for her to lower his bowl to the floor. It was almost like he could feel that she was getting ready to call him down to eat... He grew on her, so she decided to keep him for her own.

He could play hide and seek better than any of the kids they had met during summer camps... not that they attended normal summer camps, lol... (They were the only five year olds at computer programming camp... It offered some normal activities for their age, but was mostly geared towards accelerated minds.) They begged for one of their own, but was quickly denied by their new mom, Queen Riley.

~~~~~ Cordonia ~~~~~

When Liam showed up at the animal rescue center to pick up his surprise for Riley, there he sat... patiently awaiting his new owner’s arrival... and he wasn’t hard to miss... glaring through the door with his makeshift royal crown adorning his head. Liam just knew that Riley would love him... and he would prove entertaining to the twins.

You could tell that he wasn’t a pet person, because he continually made the mistake of saying that he was a she... The director had corrected him at least three times already, but he would definitely get it right once he lifted him and saw a part that girls definitely would not have.

Liam would soon learn that his choice was not a good one... The pup wasn’t a pup, but a very aged dog. It wouldn’t last long enough for the Queen’s surprise gift when she returned to Valtoria. It had been very lazy but he felt that the dog maybe had been depressed after being taken from it’s usual caregiver... He called Ezekiel over, and he informed him that the poor animal needed final care... Liam’s heart almost shattered... He didn’t understand how someone could allow him to take on an ill animal. Ezekiel explained that there was not a known illness documented in his records... and that the rescue center more than likely thought moving into a permanent home would perk up the dog’s mood...

“I didn’t even name him, yet...”

“Liam, that’s probably a good thing... I means the attachment phase had not set in... I can take you to find a healthy and younger pet if you like... I know you really wanted to surprise the Queen, and do a good deed...”

“I would appreciate that so much, Ezekiel.”

“Let me make a few calls, and we can take him to a final care facility and then look for your new pet.”

“Well this one definitely seems full of life... I could swear it just barked I love you.”

***** This one remained unfinished because someone dear to me was having issues with her fur baby, and ultimately suffered a loss... I couldn't bring myself to finish it, and post it out of respect for her. But, I think in time she won't think me to be insensitive if I complete it. ****

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The Queen Returns…

(TNA-TRR Crossover)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1250 approximately

Warnings/Triggers: Anxiety, possible explicit music lyrics

Disclaimer: I do not own the GIFs/pics/rights to music used in this fic (except for pic that I created)

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Drifting on a Memory …

____________HIGH EMOTIONAL TRIGGERS_____________

Rating: Explicit storyline (no sex involved in this chapter, labeled explicit for other triggers)

Triggers: Depression, suicidal ideation/attempt, alcoholism, confusion, trauma, life

Pixelberry characters: Samuel Dalton (TNA), Daniel (TRR), OC: Dahlia Schuyler (TNA)

Sam had started the awful habit of combining prescription drugs with excessive amounts of bourbon. He had fallen into a downward spiral beyond anyone’s control.

Reaching a point of desiring death for himself, he would lie in a wooden box literally attempting to drown his sorrows away... never succeeding ... his mother’s face would always come before him just as he’d finally convinced himself that he could actually go through with it. Angry at himself for wanting death... angry at himself for cowardly choosing life... he couldn’t find his way back to peace...

He couldn't stop thinking that if he’d just come home directly, and not been selfishly indulging in bourbon that had led him into spending the night with Dahlia, Alina would still be alive. He would not see the disappointment and fear in her eyes… he would not constantly hear his cries as she turned to look at her death face on … he would not see the subway train dragging her along, brakes screeching that awful pitch that ushered her away forever…

He could not stop seeing her lifeless form crushed under folded metal, blood spatters giving what remained a new shiny coat of thick crimson color, its life depleting as it dried …

He could not stop feeling someone pull him back, not allowing him to run to her… to be at her side… to… to…

He had no reasoning, no understanding, no comfort… no … no Alina …

His mother’s warm and crushing embrace being the only feeling, he had become just an empty shell … hating himself for living as she died … hating himself for having felt moments of blissful release with another other than her … having not held her once more … not hearing her voice coo, “Sam … I love you…”

On this particular night, Sam had lost all care of anything ...He was out wandering aimlessly … Blindly walking, vision transitioning in and out of focus … dragging his feet as if magnetized to a metal floor…

He makes his way over to a corner booth, falling clumsily against the table as he fumbles into the soft leather … Daniel makes his way over, asking, “Ah… blues getting overwhelming? What poison does the night call for?”

His head hung, almost too heavy to lift, wobbly leans toward the voice barely heard … “Buhbon … mos sspensive ya got …,” is the slurred reply. “Ba-llul…pls!...,” he sings out, slamming a lazy hand against the table.

Danny nods in empathy, seeing the brokenness of tonight’s patron … business slow at this hour, he moves swiftly to help with this request for liquid healing.

The antique jukebox clicks a few times, sullying the painful silence with the tunes of “Tennessee Whiskey” by Chris Stapleton.

The dagger-like pain comes in rapid succession as the vision of Sam kissing Alina by the lazy bonfire the couple had made on a cabin vacation that Alina had begged Sam to take her on plays before his eyes. She had visited her friends for an impromptu reunion since all of them happened to be in the same city in what seemed like forever. And, although Sam was a more isolated personality type, he couldn’t refuse any request that Alina made.

As Daniel placed the bottle of bourbon in front of Sam with a bucket of ice cubes, he placed the glass down, pouring Sam’s first few ounces of liquid therapy, “First pour of your troubles are on me, man… Hope it does the trick for you.”

Sam’s pocket buzzes to his surprise, almost startling him back to life… He barely makes out the name before tossing his phone carelessly onto the tabletop, causing it to slide completely to the opposite edge. He has no desire for conversation … unless the grim reaper himself comes calling …

With Alina gone from his life, and the twins visiting extendedly with his parents, he didn’t have to report in, and was damned grateful of it…

He winds his head along to the tune of misery currently squeezing life from his heart and bleeding memories from his mind … the dizziness providing a peace somehow as he snakes his head from shoulder to shoulder.

He can even feel her body against his as they grind into each other, enjoying the smell of one another, the taste of their kisses, the tendrils of her hair racing down his neck and shoulders as she lays her head gently into his neck, turning to plant a teasing kiss just before lowering again, this time in search of his steady heartbeat… it was the calm that always relaxed her beyond all explanation… the strength of its pulsing beats masked with extreme vulnerability to her touch .. He could feel her grasp of his hand, her tiny fingers interlacing with his own oversized but tender fingers.

Hearing her soft laughter, as he teases her waistline, her hand in his, gliding along with his, feeling the doubled sensitivity, as her side twitches in excitement. “Sam…” The seductive call of his name … just before he bends, nudging against her forehead, gently lifting her head, capturing her plump lips in the most sensual acknowledgment of their happiness…

“Clink … Clink … Clink …” More cubes added to the empty glass, but as he pours, only the bottom of the glass is covered … he bangs the empty bottle down on the table, signifying the need for another …

As he brings the second bottle, Daniel becomes overly concerned … “Well, you’re really going heavy on the poison … I don’t think you need … “ “Gib !!!,” Sam growls … Without further argument, he slides the new opened bottle in front of Sam, removing the empty one … “Look man, you won’t be dying in here tonight… Who can I notify to come get you?...”

“SHE’S GONE !!!,” the only clear words he’s said tonight, “Zairs nowon !!!,” Sam rages out inconsiderately.

“You need to settle up now man… I’m calling a car, or an ambulance … depending…”

Sam tosses his wallet on the table…

“Uh, no … You’re gonna have to pull your payment out for me sir…,” Daniel begins, but Sam drinks straight from the bottle, sensing his time to leave has come… He can barely hold the wallet steady, but pulls out all of the cash in his wallet, shoving it drunkenly into Daniel’s hand… “Kee tp!”

Sam takes the bottle, fights to stand a second time after falling back onto the bench, spilling the bottle's contents over himself as it slips from his grasp, tumbling to the floor. Mumbling angrily what must be a frustrated curse, he forces himself up finally, ambling towards the exit… staggering into what he thinks is composure… his phone and wallet left behind, he exits into the rain …

The cold drops beating against his unprotected frame provide a numbing cold, but do nothing to assist his withdrawn demeanor. He takes a few steps before the cars passing along the flooding street blind him, causing him to fall against the building … pressing his hand to the glass for support, only for it to slip away… his weight shifting him into a brief clumsy dance until he regains his footing… Using the touch of the building against his fingertips, he makes his way along …

**** Daniel ****

As he makes his way over to sanitize the booth and clear away any trash or spills, he takes notice of the cellular vibrating its way off of the table, but catches it just in time, also seeing the wallet on the table as well… He grabs it and rushes out the door, but there is no sign of the patron in sight …

The cell rings again, this time Daniel answers and explains how he came to be in possession of the phone… The female says that she is close by and will come retrieve the items for her ‘boss’... He explains the direction he’d seen him turn upon exit, but couldn’t say for sure if he’d gone that way…

Moments later, she has collected Sam’s belongings… taking a hurried pace in the direction Sam was last seen… She breaks into a frantic run, now yelling out for Sam, blinking away the raindrops hindering her view… “SAM !!!!”

As she reaches the building’s edge, she stumbles over something… She turns her phone’s flashlight on… finding a bruised and bleeding Sam…

She turns him over, his eyes roll open and upward, and then close …

“Hello, I need an ambulance! You’ve got to hurry, PLEASE !!!! I’ve found Sam Dalton unconscious…”