#Guest Staring|Beth Riley

[tabbyrp]

Day 22

@ a lot of people. a few streams crossing here.

In the corner of the Riley sibling’s apartment, Cory and Tabby stood, stirring straws through their cocktails in near perfect sync while staring across the room. A few other party attendees kept crossing their line of sight, causing the two women to shift and adjust around them.

“Do you think it’s a costume?” Tabby tilted her head, as if a new angle would answer her question.

Corinne maintained a little more dignity, touching Beth on the shoulder as she passed to get her attention. “To avoid offending any of your guests, is that…”

“Dat Groot. ‘Ae, he da kine from another planet.” Beth shifted the tray of hors d’oeuvres she was carrying – golden puff pastry bites topped with melted brie and cranberry sauce – to allow a wave towards the Flora Colossus currently examining a pumpkin ornament. With an almost slow, careful measure, he waved back. “See, he don’ bite.”

Tabby, naturally, needed to test this out for herself. She did ensure first that Corinne was left in good company. The time spent getting Cory’s hair into the perfect updo for her Breakfast at Tiffany’s costume was well worth it when a certain Andrew Riley got the full view of the pearls and silk gloves ensemble.

Weaving her way through the party, Tabby found the tree-esque guest now turning over a ceramic ghost in his spindly hands and introduced herself with a standard lack of formality. “Hi, I’m Tabby.”

“I am Groot,” Groot said in reply, returning the delicate ghost to the shelf and offering her his full attention. “I am Groot.”

“Nice to meet you too. And thanks. It’s not my usual Halloween look.” Giving a small twirl demonstrated the full extent of her regency era dress. “But when else am I going to get my Bridgerton aesthetic on.”

“I am Groot.” A pause, then a very serious, “I am Groot.”

“Huh. I never thought of the willow tree as a main character…” The wrinkle of her nose indicated Tabby’s suspicion before she voiced it. “… you’re pulling my leg, right?”

Groot’s chuckle was deep and scratchy, making her giggle along with it.

It was when another guest, drawn over by the laughter, came to join in that Tabby realized not everyone could understand what Groot was saying. She started to translate, picking up on the tonal shifts and cues, the same way she did when stopping by the local bodega and the owner’s mother was serving behind the counter. Or when her Sudanese neighbor had been scolding her child for stealing his brother’s candy from the plastic buckets earlier that afternoon.

Admittedly, the discussion about whether the cranberry sauce on the hors d’oeuvres really did look like blood was a challenge, but only because Tabby kept eating them before Groot was done demonstrating the stickiness of the syrup. She made up for it by retrieving two neon orange drinks, tapping the glasses together in a toast.

“I am Groot.”

“Happy Halloween back at you.”

[kylo-wrecked]

@brooklynislandgirl :// {in response to this here, the cutest}

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You could fill a glossary with all the venues that've blacklisted Ben. The bouncers, in fact, all bouncers, probably have it on hand. They're just too nice to tell 'sweetheart' that 'boyfriend' here is preemptively banned. So they embarrass her. Gentlemen by trade. 

His eyes glitter, and it's bad magic in them. Whatever Beth doesn't say, Ben redeems by murmuring through Mr. Clean's little gold hoop, making him jump back like someone's pulled a weapon. That's a second or so before Beth, taking up a small section of Ben's back with her arm, steers them away. 

'Can't tell if ya savin' face f' bo'd of us, or if ya serious'

Ben listens to Beth's soft music, grins somewhere between 'rearrange all dey furniture' and 'steal dey tires.'

And, hoo boy, yeah, funny how they got the idea he and Beth might be an item. Funny, considering Ben never arrives with women. Funny ha-ha is he’s only met Beth a few times. The funny uh-oh? He's smitten, he who has appeared on FLIMSI's Top Most Brutal Breakups in 'Boom Box' History twice.

Hilarious is the size of Beth's fist compared with the magnitude of its sway on him. Hilarious is how when she lifts her hand and slips away, Ben stops walking. His eyes follow her across the beetle-backed pavement, watch her inspect a gutted coin-operated booth, and deepen at the sight of her arched against the pay phone, waiting for him. 

He's done a shoot like this before, counterpoised, hands dug into the finely hemmed pockets of a viciously expensive and loud zipped cotton shirt screaming with an optical illusion of black on white or white on black midcentury circles, open mouths in the neon blush behind him. 

After years of ceaseless refinement, this has become his natural gait. And the slight pout, that's simply Ben's mien in its organic state. His face when he is alone, the one no one else sees. How consuming his gaze, how brief. 

"Ohh, hah." Ben grunts and extends one elbow over his head in an over-shoulder stretch, then rests his palm on his temple. 

"Don't worry," he says, rubbing his nose. "They get photos, and anyone with a phone'll have that idea by midnight." 

He winks. 

"Joking—I'm joking." 

And carefully slipping his hands back into his pockets, he joins Beth at the pay phone. Under the slats of sodium orange glaze running off the streetlamps and parking lifts, his silhouette serpentine to hers. 

"'I should be the one apologizing." Flash of teeth so fast, his shark's grin could've been an optical illusion, too. "Guest lists are only as good as the guy at the door. That guy never liked me. Probably really hates me now. If it helps, I've never saved face. Not once. Not one time." 

He leans in, draws his hand to the neon-flushed round of Beth's cheekbone. Though his fingers hang poised, he doesn't touch her. Not for not wanting; it's legible on Ben's unsmiling face that he's fighting and pushed as far past a certain barrier as he can go. 

"It's not your fault," he says. "Thank you for pretending it is. It's cute. You're growing on me, Riley." 

Ben wants to keep her hesitancy, the swan's crane of her neck, and her lashes in a vial and assay the elements. The vivid naïveté of her expressions. The quiet knowingness of the others. Her smile. Her jarring stare he got caught in now and then. Could any of them possibly be feigned? If he could just watch her in a darkened room. 

Rubbing his nose, Ben grins. And he's thinking a lot, thinking fast now. 

"How about a movie?" Ben claps his hands together once, smooth, veined, expressive hands. "Yeah. Faire Cinema. No lists, no aces. It'd just be us—my idea of fun, by the way. We could catch a flick there, fuck around for a bit. You pay a flat fee of what? Twelve bucks to access five or six theaters? All done up like '70s Manhattan. It's walking into a time capsule. Popcorn checks out. Everything's captioned." 

Snaking around Beth's body and the pay phone, he loops his fingers through the car park gate and gently swings himself onto it, from one side to the other. 

"And that's fun," he explains loudly, "because I don't know if you heard, but I'm fuckin' deaf. This ear." He let go one hand and pointed to his left. "What happens when you hug a subwoofer."  

"Last thing," Ben says, rolling back in her direction. "They play erotic films."

Chain link rattles while he moves.  

"Nothing nasty, but I'll probably have to be your boyfriend for the rest of the night. You know, to keep the scuzz off. So? I'll be good and get you home early." 

Only two palms away, he can smell her shampoo. 

"Don't say no," he says softly. "Don't say don't. Don't ruin my night." 

Then, letting his full weight sag into the gate, he cocked his head at her, watching from under his brow and wolf-pelt hair. 

[tarnishedhalo]

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The first mistake he makes is checking his email before coffee. It sits there, an anonymous tag in his personal inbox. And Riley's face starts to slowly collapse from the outside in, his body becoming rigid as he takes hold of his chair arms. Shoulders hunch pulling stiff muscle and scar alike before giving up supporting his weight and he drops heavily down into the chair, the leather and the wheels grunting in protest.    The second mistake is letting that bitter and cold rage rise up and sit in the middle of his chest where it does its best to hamper Riley's breathing. Even if he were to take the laptop to the computer forensic techs, they won't be able to really tell him anything. Unlike CSI: Wherever the Fuck would have audiences believe, you can't just track down someone's exact location from a single email. There's vpns, there's a half a billion ways of keeping yourself one step ahead of the game. The proof of that is evident in the Black Hats and their crimes, the White Hats and their cyber-security jobs. Of course he could take this to Aspen and she'd stand a better chance than the code monkeys in the House, but that would also be exposing her to this fucktard who can't seem to leave well enough alone.   And there's still his rising body-count.  Obviously the sicko's a him, Riley knows that much.   And he possesses some of the common traits of serial killers but not all; the sensation seeking, lack of remorse, need for control and predatory behaviour are all ticked boxes but there's a lack of impulsivity. There's a methodology here that Riley can see even if the others cannot. There's a touch of eroticizing the violence done to each of the victims but ultimately, Riley can't really say that the violence and sexual gratification are intertwined in the killer's psyche. And to categorize what he must consider his art or expression in that base view is doing everyone from the killer to the investigation a disservice. Riley's easily wracked up hundreds if not thousands of hours going into this case, even if he's not officially on it as more that a conduit for the FBI, which chaps his ass like nothing else can. They are a joke and he doesn't think they will ever close the case. It's personal. A Cat-and-Mouse game, poor choice of words, and unfortunately Riley isn't always the cat.   The killer...is nigh folk. There's no doubt in his mind. Otherwise he'd be able to see the crimes even after they happened by examining the interconnected nature of time and location. Something beyond the pale is preventing him from that but also makes it near impossible to pin down exactly what the killer is, other than getting his rocks off tormenting Riley with victims that could pass for at least two of the most important people in his life.    He growls a curse under his breath, and hits the reply button.   Hey, fuckface. How about instead of playing your bitchass games, and screwing with little girls you come at me? Take your best shot.   I'll be waiting.   He stabs the send button just before Beth sees the message when she comes up behind him, a mug of coffee in one hand. Because she’s already up and ready for the day. She presses a kiss to the back of his neck.    "Y'don' look so hot, Panda," she says quietly and he can feel the tension riding roughshod over her.   He takes the mug out of her hand and without bothering to roll the chair back and try to use it to leverage himself up, or ask her to bring him his leg, his free hand grabs hers. He returns her kiss against the pulse at her wrist.   "Call in today. I don't want you going into work."   "If can, can. I no-"   He cuts off her refusal and his fingers tighten until her tawny skin blanches from the pressure.   "I wasn't askin', Bean."

[little-miss-dumpsterfire]

I think I made you up inside my head ~ a td au

Hi everyone (or anyone out there)! This is my first ever tumblr post, so apologies if I’m a bit rusty. I’m originally a Wattpad writer, but I think for this story in particular, I’m better suited over here (I like ‘em spooky).

So without boring anyone, I present to you, my total drama horror anthology - “I think I made you up inside my head ~ a td au”

Chapter One - I can still hear their screams

It was her eyes that initially gave him a profound feeling of unease. The vacancy of her stare was reminiscent of the eyes of the dead; a thick fog drowned the vibrancy of her irises, dulling the shine that they had once held. His heart pounded against his chest as he set up his equipment, trembling fingers fumbling with the intricate wires and cables. The atmosphere in the room, nay, the house he found himself in was suffocating.

One interview. That's all you came here for. The media attention you'll get for this will be astronomical. Just focus on that.

His preconceived notion of his guest had been immediately shattered upon meeting her earlier that day. The tabloids and news painted her as a 'psycho hose-beast', the living epitome of an LSD trip. Yet, it was her fragility that shone through most as she sat before him. Her signature frizzy orange hair had darkened, resembling more of a rich copper, combed neatly into a bun. Her fingers were slender and pale, like those of a porcelain doll, and gaudy rings embellished them all, minus her left ring finger. Her pressed teal pantsuit was a stark contrast to his jeans and a graphic tee, yet she was undoubtedly feeling more comfortable than he was.

He cleared his throat, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead before reading out his preprepared spiel.

"Hello all and welcome back to the Pop-Culture Paradox podcast. I'm Axel Riley, your resident tour guide through the scary side of Hollywood. In today's episode, we will be delving into one of the most infamous conspiracies in reality TV to date."

His voice caught slightly in his throat, catching him off guard before continuing.

"My guest today was an ex-contestant on the hit reality show series Total Drama Island, as well as its follow-ups Total Drama Action and Total Drama World Tour." Upon hearing those words, she visibly cringed and balled up her right fist on the couch next to her. "Welcome to Isabelle "Izzy" Danaher-Morgans!"

"Thank you for having me here, Axel," Izzy added politely.

Axel stared at Izzy quizzically. "I gotta say, you're a lot different to what I thought you'd be like."

"I get that a lot, I really do. And honestly, a lot of aspects of my portrayal were exacerbated by the producers. I have ADHD and had been on medication up to that point. Not that that takes everything away, I was just better at focusing and less impulsive. But for drama, they weaned me off of my meds. That fact, alongside the drugs they had to have been putting in the water, just pushed me off the deep end."

"And what has life been like for you since the show? Last time viewers properly saw you, you had transformed into your alter 'Brainzilla'," Axel asked, probing Izzy to reveal any dramatic details.

Izzy laughed awkwardly. "That was a time in my life I cannot explain, truthfully. I did get back to some normality with counselling and medication, and I now work as a therapist for former child stars escaping from the industry."

Axel sighed defeatedly, tapping his lead pencil against the corner of the coffee table.

This is too boring. I need something for listeners to really bite their teeth into.

Carrying on with the extended mundane conversation, Axel was carefully planning the perfect moment to poke the bear and reveal his main prerogative.

Interjecting Izzy mid-sentence, Axel raised his eyebrow and asked the question that had been eating him up inside since he arrived.

"So Izzy, tell me, is there really a Total Drama curse, or is this all just bullshit?"

The colour drained from Izzy's face as she locked eyes with the podcaster. She fidgeted with her rings, twisting them around her fingers repeatedly. Her mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, unable to form any coherent words. In response - the only way she physically could at that moment - she shook her head viciously.

"No? Hmm, that's really interesting. It must just be an extreme coincidence that a majority of your cast-mates have either perished or disappeared. Did you know that they were dead, Izzy?" Axel probed, salivating at the thought of the publicity this will bring in.

"I don't want to talk about this," Izzy replied curtly, looking down at her legs and picking at some invisible lint on her pants.

"Like when this all started with the death of-"

"I said I don't want to talk about this, Axel. I'm done here," Izzy proclaimed, removing the headset and standing up from her couch.

"Ju- wait a damn second," Axel jumped from his seat, yanking his headset cord from the soundboard before grabbing Izzy's wrist.

Izzy pulled herself from his grip, rubbing the sore spot on her wrist. "I said no. We don't need any more amateur journalists trying to disturb the dirt of the past."

"You listen to me for a second," he said, putting his finger close to her face, "I drove all the way from California to be here. You fucking owe me the details."

Scoffing, Izzy walked to her kitchen, grabbing an icepack from her freezer for her wrist.

"Kid, I went toe-to-toe with Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet for three seasons. No young tech boy from California is going to intimidate me." She paused and thought for a second, passing a cursory glance at a timber door down the hallway. "You know what? Fine. You want to talk? We can talk, but not on record."

Axel rolled his eyes and huffed out his chest. "Then what's the fucking point?"

"The point is... well... the point is that you'll be able to talk to the only known survivor of that fucking show."

***************************************************

Izzy lead Axel to the dead-bolted timber door situated at the back-end of her house, removing a key from an adjacent picture frame that sat on a table. The latch clicked and squeaked sharply as the door was pulled open, the pair slowly making their way down the dimly lit staircase. As the door slammed shut behind them, the force knocked over the precariously positioned photo frame; in its silver walls sat an image of twenty-two kids smiling on a rickety dock, blissfully unaware of what the future had in store for them.

Axel felt across the crumbling brick wall until he came to a light switch, coated in a thin layer of cobwebs. He flicked the switch, being greeted by a low humming noise before the filament brightened and burst, sending glass shards flying through the air, crashing noisily on the cement floor. A sudden scratch rang out as Izzy stuck a match against the matchbox, lighting the gas lamps that lined the walls.

"What... what is this place?" Axel asked, goosebumps emerging over his arms.

"Some may call it a museum. I prefer to call it a mausoleum," Izzy replied, glancing over at the confused boy.

Stacked in the centre of the room were rows and rows of wooden shelves, lined up next to each other. Assorted items and relics were neatly arranged, an antithesis of the lackadaisical nature of how the rest of her house was decorated. Axel looked at all the objects before stopping on something he thought looked familiar.

"Wait," he pointed at them, a confused look plastered on his face. "These beads... they're Beth's friendship bracelets... the ones she gave out in Action."

Izzy nodded slightly, her face illuminated by the flickering flame of the gas lamp. She stopped in front of a large white shirt, holding it up to her face, inhaling the scent.

"Mmm," she said quietly to herself, "still smells like chicken cologne."

"These things, these... relics. These were all from the cast. And look, you even have some from Revenge of the Island. Why do you have these, Izzy?" Axel asked, increasingly creeped out by the environment he found himself in.

"I keep a part of them because if I don't, I can't trust myself to remember if they were real or not."

She replaced the shirt back to where it was neatly folded and turned to face Axel.

"I lie awake at night, tossing and turning. I think to myself, 'I am the cursed one here'. And it's true," she said softly, her eyes prickling with tear droplets.

"How?"

Izzy chuckled sadly, tears gathering on her light eyelashes. She walked over to one of the many glass cabinets and stared at her reflection.

"Because even though they're dead, I can still hear their screams. And now it's someone else's turn."

[msjr0119]

Forgive me

Part 1- Meeting you Continued

Returning to the living area of the suite, she saw him sat on the couch. Hearing her presence he stood up, turning towards her he couldn’t stop admiring how sexy she looked wearing his top. Gulping, he couldn’t stop gawking her. Riley noticed him staring, she was doing the same.

“I think it’s a bit big for me your highness. Maybe I should pack a spontaneous overnight bag in the future. It smells gorgeous. You and Leo have the same taste in aftershave.” She winked at him, twirling around.

“You can keep it. I have plenty. I’ll give you the aftershave- to remind you of Leo.”

“Heh. Thanks. But I’m okay. I have a lot of memories. I’m going to settle down and get some sleep. Night, Liam.”

As she brushed passed him, their hands touched- it felt as if a bolt of electricity had passed through his veins. “Riley?”

“Yes?” Before he responded he wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. Their breaths in unison- leaning down towards her, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Breaking the kiss, they both remained in silence. I’m sorry, he whispered. Don’t be, she responded.

Holding her tightly, he didn’t know what he was doing. She was the mother of his nephew, the wife of his deceased brother. But he needed her. The one person who helped her brother live his life to the fullest.

“Goodnight, Liam.” Riley knew that he was attractive even without his title, but her only priority was Lucas- and to help Liam grieve over Leo. Nothing more.

I want to hold her, I want to kiss her more. I don’t want a social season. I want to bring her and Lucas back to Cordonia.

******

Liam’s alarm began to buzz at 7am- he was always an early riser. Quickly knocking it off snooze- he didn’t want to disturb Riley. Tossing and turning through the night, he barely slept- his eyes looked like piss holes in the snow. Ringing for food service- he ordered everything on the menu as he wasn’t sure what type of food Riley had a preference for. He also added extra coffee to the order, to get through he day he required a ton of caffeine. Quickly getting dressed, he checked on Riley. She was the definition of sleeping beauty.

The food arrived promptly, placing it on the table he decided to shower quickly. Due to the noise of the running water, he didn’t hear the knock on the door- that awoke Riley from her slumber. Walking to the door still half asleep, she answered yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“Drake?”

“Good morning to you too. I think you should erm cover up a bit.”

“Shit!” Riley felt embarrassed, wishing she had just ignored the knock. Not understanding why she would answer the door when she was a guest. Tightening the grip on the shirt, she had hoped that Drake wasn’t planning on staying and that it was just a quick social call.

“I didn’t hear you two... you know.” Drake laughed, he believed Liam could be a charmer when he needed to be- but to have a one night stand wasn’t usually the ‘good princes’ forte.

“You know what?” Riley provides a perplexed expression to the man who was just stood smirking at her.

“Well you’re wearing Liam’s top, and you are in your underwear.”

“No shit Sherlock. I didn’t intend on staying. And we only kissed. Nothing more. And it won’t be anything more. He’s grieving.”

“You kissed? And if you say so. I saw the sparkle in his eyes. Let us know what your plans are, so I can inform Bastien.”

*****

Liam finished his shower, wearing a towel around his waist- he was shocked to see Riley sat up. She had bed hair, but Liam couldn’t help think that she was still beautiful.

“Sorry Riley I didn’t mean to wake you.” Turning her head, she smiled softly at him.

“You didn’t. Drake did.”

“Oh?”

“Yes he wanted to know your plans so he could inform Bastien.”

“I’ll ring Bastien. I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat- so ordered a feast.”

“I can see. Thank you.”

They ate surrounded by quietness, the birds were tweeting outside. Riley got dressed in her clothes from the previous night- feeling like a dirty stop out.

Liam didn’t want to impose on Bastien driving them places- he informed him that he would be safe and would be contactable if he was required.

Arriving at Riley’s apartment, Liam was shocked at how small it was. Whilst Riley got dressed, she told him to make himself at home. Looking on the wall, his heart sunk- there were photos of Leo. Their ‘fake’ wedding day, Leo holding a newborn Lucas, a picture with their friends- the smile on Leo’s face. A smile that told a million different stories.

“Are you ready to meet your nephew?” Riley asked, whilst placing her hair in a lose bun.

“Erm yes. I do have one question though. Did he do it here?” She followed his gaze, which was viewing the photos hanging on the wall.

“No. He did it in our penthouse, I couldn’t still live there. The memories, it’s traumatic. Come on. Beth’s waiting.”

Riley grabbed his hand leading them out of the apartment. Liam couldn’t begin to wonder how he would feel finding someone he loved in that situation- whilst in the apartment, he couldn’t stop looking at the photo of their wedding day. She looked beautiful even with the fake smiles, Leo looked dapper- no one would believe that it was all a sham.

*****

Beth opened the door, looking like shit. She was shocked that there was a handsome stranger at her door, stood behind Riley. She wondered if her best friend had finally met someone- she was slightly annoyed that Riley didn’t elaborate on the phone what had happened the prior night.

“About time! This little one has missed his momma and Auntie Beth needs to catch up on her sleep.” She stated before yawning over dramatically.

“Sorry Beth. Erm, this is Liam. Leo’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you Beth.” He took her hand, leading it to his lips and softly kissed it- the Prince Charming gesture.

“You too Liam. Get out! I need sleep. See you later, Ri.”

Beth passed Lucas over to Riley who was still asleep. Placing him in his buggy, he looked snug as a bug in a rug. Liam stared at the little boy with admiration, his heart filled with joy.

“So the walk to the park is about 20minutes. Can you hack that your highness? Or are you that used to being chauffeured around?”

“Hey cheeky! I walk. Sometimes.” Liam knew she was being sarcastic but not in a nasty way. He nudged her, as his eyes sparkled.

“That’s hard to believe.” She smirked at him, in a flirtatious manner. They continued to walk at a slow pace, Liam taking in the scenery surrounding them.

Arriving at the pond via a shop for bread, Lucas was still fast asleep. They sat on the wooden bench, people watching. Riley’s heart sunk, seeing parents feeding the ducks with their children. Knowing that Lucas wouldn’t have that opportunity anymore.

“He must have been awake most of the night, he never sleeps for this long.” Riley said as she made sure he was warm enough, wrapping the blanket around him.

“He’s adorable Riley. He’s going to charm all the girls when he’s older.”

“He definitely is. I wish Leo was here to see him grow up.”

They both remained in silence, waiting for the little boy to wake up. Liam placed his arm around Riley. She was gazing up towards the clear blue sky- he believed she was looking up towards Leo.

“He will be looking down on him- on all of us I hope. I think he’s waking up.”

“Hey buddy. There’s someone Mommy wants you to meet.” Picking him up from his buggy, she sat him on her lap. His wide eyed baby blues fixated on the stranger sat next to them.

“Lucas, this is your uncle Liam. Say hi.” She waved, encouraging the boy to copy which he did.

“Hi.” Liam held his hand, his heart fluttered as Lucas tightened his grip.

“Hi buddy.”

“Do you... erm. Do you want to hold him?”

Liam nodded, he was unsure of how to hold him to begin with but natural instinct took over. Lucas snuggled into his uncles embrace. Stroking his head, Liam was filled with emotions. This unconditional bond he could have with his nephew would have been non existent if Drake didn’t stumble across Riley’s bar.

“He’s perfect. I love him already. Riley, you’ve done an amazing job.”

“It’s been hard. But he’s my priority - always will be.”

“I... I... I was thinking last night.” He’s been thinking about the kiss- it was a mistake. A one off. Shit.

“Liam, it’s fine. That kiss it was a one off. I understand, you’re grieving. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I wasn’t going to talk about that. I am sorry if I offended you with that gesture.” He gulped. “I don’t want to have a social season. I don’t want to be in a loveless marriage. I know it’s my duty, my responsibility. But I believe I can rule with or without a Queen. I know that Leo, would have wanted me to be able to make my own decisions. And I’m starting with that now. I was considering asking you if you’d both return to Cordonia with us. Leo would want you both to be supported and cared for. I’m willing to do that with everything in me.”

[thebiggestlies]

Are you rough or romantic during sex? {Larry}

Lawrence had learned his lesson. When a certain business deal demanded culinary entertainment to close, he invited Beth Riley to attend the meal at Per Se as his guest. The associates from Japan were unlikely to be aware of the historic scandal which forced the Riley family to depart that posting so hastily, and Lawrence predicted Beth’s skill for the language far exceeded his own. In return for her attendance, he tolerated both her request to take a walk after the dinner, and the topics she chose to inquire after.

“Romantic? As in sweet nothings whispered in my lover’s ear. Making love, as some might say, with tender motions and staring into each other’s soul?” Genuine amusement reached the ice caverns of his eyes. “No. No, I am not. I struggle to imagine a more tedious experience between two naked people.” The other scenario Beth had offered, almost as if two opposite ends of a spectrum, Lawrence pondered for it was not so easy to dismiss.

“I have been physically, verbally, and emotionally rough in the past. Perhaps I would again, should the mood suit.” Sexual intercourse had turned into a matter of ambivalence for the man. It ranked somewhere alongside the tasting menu – vegetarian for Beth – they had just consumed. Pleasant enough but far from his first choice in ways to pass the time. “And only if my partner was so inclined to be treated with a rough hand, of course.”

[tabbyrp]

{Tropes in the Wild West, part 4} {Cont from [x]} @brooklynislandgirl​  @tarnishedhalo

Sleeping in the saddle required two things: skill and a steady horse. Sam considered himself reasonably adept at the fine art of riding and Red Wing, in his humble opinion, was one of the finest mares to grace the lands. Rattlesnakes didn’t spook her in the slightest. Streaks of lighting could split the heavens while thunder roared, and it would barely raise a flick of the mare’s tail. Not that her resilience in that regard had been tested lately. Along each step of this ride, started a goodly time before the first cock’s crow and continuing well past the sun’s zenith, the sky stayed clear and the ground bone dry, dust kicking up with each strike of the hoof. A current flicker of wind sent a near hand’s worth of grit straight up Sam’s nose, made him sneeze violently, and dragged him out from the otherwise pleasant doze. 

As the cowboy righted himself, drawing brim of hat higher to survey his surroundings, it became possible the horse had roused him on purpose. They had reached the stretch of trail which led a winding path to the Riley stead, beaten down over the years by equestrian hooves, plodding cattle, and the occasional trip by cart or wagon. Sam knew it well, even if lately he had not travelled it as often as he should, matters between him and Riley being ever complicated since the incident. Complicated, but not uncivil. As horse and rider trotted towards the house, Riley was there to greet them, the setting sun causing two waiting glasses of whiskey to ascend into sparking gold.

Later, Sam reclined in one of the family’s chairs, still plump with padding despite a long journey from the old country. His stomach was full from a hearty meal and weary bones found comfort in the stillness. Miss Beth and the other guest had both retired gracefully once the plates were cleared, disappearing with lanterns and laughter that spoke of a secret joke between them. Sam was none the wiser as to how Miss Tabitha had come to be part of the residence. An innocent inquiry over dinner had been deferred by Riley and enforced with that certain set to his posture. The one that taught men quickly to keep civil tongues in their heads about Miss Beth. Miss Tabitha appeared to raise his same guard dog hackles, though Sam was wise enough to resist laying bait to see what Riley would bite over. 

Their previous partnership had worked well for numerous reasons, one being Sam’s calm balance to Riley’s strong will. Caution tempering boldness, except for when those bold choices were exactly what the situation required, and Riley had always been willing to lead the charge. Fearless was how Sam had viewed his friend from the first moment they met, two young bucks about to learn how this wild land needed to be treated.  Now, Riley appeared weary as he poured them both a fresh glass of imported drink, one that Sam took a light sip from, lest he give in to temptation and fall asleep right then and there. 

Perhaps Riley took pity on him after the long journey, for he skipped the polite type of conversation that would involve asking how the cattle were faring and what the other cowboys had been doing whenever granted free time to carouse in the township. “Now that the ladies are gone to bed, are you going to explain why you’re really here? I know you miss my cooking and the wit of my conversation, but it’s a long journey for one meal.” 

There… there…  beneath the crooked smile, lingered a ghost of the Riley he remembered. It hurt Sam in the chest, for he was about to snuff it out before the flame had time to grow. “We’ve got trouble at the ranch.” He gave Riley the due respect by facing him square on, as was right when about to ask a man for aid. “The kind that only you and your sister know how to deal with.” 

They left the following morning. The two men had spent time in discussion about the safest mode of transportation. A small wagon was slower, though it had advantages should anything untoward happen out on the trail and they needed to defend the women. Riley was prepared to begin greasing the axles when Miss Beth emerged from the stables, her steed in a trot while she led another by the reins. Miss Tabby, being from the town and used to working on her feet instead of in a saddle, had clutched the pommel tight to keep from lurching off, though she carried a grit of determination that Sam could find respect for.

Both were dressed ready to travel, supplies and bags strapped securely in place, with Miss Beth making statements implying that the men should hurry up before they were left behind. Riley was none too pleased, that much was plain, but arguing would only waste more daylight. Even a horse whipped until bloody could not complete the journey between sunup and sundown. Making camp at night always carried a risk, although there were certain spots on the plains where lingering too long meant not rising come the dawn, and Sam had no intention of becoming grub food. Not today, at least. 

Compared to Red Wing, with her steadfast nature, Sam’s friends favoured more spirited equines. Riley needed only a light squeeze of thighs to send Sally into a rocking canter, man and horse in perfect unison as they scouted ahead for trouble. Miss Beth’s gelding was a restless creature, endlessly flicking his mane and resisting the reins, keen to break free from a plodding walk. On occasion she split off, never travelling far, mostly to examine a particular shrub or other object of interest. While the brother and sister pair were absent, Sam and Miss Tabby engaged in idle conversation. He learned she was not a whore, despite a residence at the saloon, and nothing more about what bound her to the other. For all Miss Tabitha demurred, she did so with a warmth that few white women ever offered Sam. 

Miss Tabitha’s charisma, however, took a dent when it came time to stop for the day. After horses were fed and a fire stoked to life, she insisted on breaking off pieces of her dried apple and depositing them outside the edge of the stone circle which Miss Beth and Riley had lain around their camp. Protests about attracting animals landed on deaf ears. Even after the ladies fell asleep, huddled together nose-to-nose beneath woollen blankets, Riley suggested Sam leave things be. So, he did, until a pair of ruby red eyes appeared in the shadows and four claws, scythe shaped like a barn cat if not so large and twice as thick, dug into the offering.

Sam looked away, deciding it best  if he saw no more if he were to cede to his friend’s request for restraint. Already a part of him screamed to wrench a log from the fire and strike the cursed creature away into the blackened landscape, if not send it screeching back to the hell from whence it came. “It’s gone now.” Riley’s low, steady voice drew him away from those malignant urges, and indeed, when he glanced towards the darkness, nothing stared back at him.

“Is she like you?” Sam’s question hung in the air. Riley sighed, reaching to toss another fistful of kindling into the fire before standing.

“You can take first watch.” The man clapped his shoulder, unapologetic for everything, and made his bed beside his sister. Stars spread across the night sky and a chill carried in the air, making it hardly scandalous for Riley to roll onto his side and tuck in behind Miss Beth, trapping in the warmth of her body. A few hours later, when it came time for Sam to stretch and rouse his companion, he equally made no mention of how Riley’s hand had drifted during slumber, one arm draped heavily over his sister and a lock of Miss Tabby’s hair twisted around his fingers.

The remainder of their journey passed quick enough, the foursome covering ground faster than Sam may otherwise have predicted. He estimated it barely an hour past midday when they crossed the invisible property border to the cattle ranch which he called home. Previous plans for expansion in both land and numbers were currently postponed. Waiting for better weather, the current herd needing all their attention in an endless hunt for blades of grass still holding moisture. A dam and her offspring had wandered away from the rest, nosing at the ground as the group rode past. Sam would have to round her up at some point. There were other matters to attend to, and Riley had expressed his desire to deal with those sooner rather than later. 

Further within the boundary, while far away from everything else, stood a corral. The small collection of wooden beams and panels nailed tight together, if certain slants to joints suggesting a hasty assembly. Remaining atop their horses, Sam led them closer. Slowly, cautiously, for even steady Red Wing gave a nicker of protest at the approach. One of the other ranch hands had draped a circle of rope at roughly a yard’s distance from the enclosure, locking it down with heavy iron nails.  That was where Sam halted them. Close enough for a clear assessment, far enough for safety. 

It took a moment or two for the dozen bovines within to notice their presence. Leathery heads lifted, empty eye sockets unseeing and gaunt nostrils sucking in the air. Their hair was gone, every last strand, leaving behind bleached skin that clung to gaunt bones. Unlike the docile mother cow they had passed, these creatures shivered and swayed, endlessly shifting their weight from one spindly leg to the other. The largest of them rocked forward, pressing up against the fence. It licked the air with a decaying tongue, got a proper taste of the observers, and gave a guttural howl. Two more went flank to flank with the leader, catching the scent. Sinewy necks extended towards Sam and the others as far as captivity allowed, falling short, yet still teeth flashed as jaws snapped wildly, bone clicking against bone. 

Miss Beth and Riley exchanged a look, the elder saying something under his breath. Sam possessed enough experience catching his friend’s muttered comments to piece together this one. It’s spreading. Riley  raised his voice to ask what methods they had tried to dispose of the creatures with, impassive while Sam listed off lead bullets, noxious poisons, and an attempt with an axe which left the wielder with a broken arm. “Take Tabitha up to the quarters.” Issuing what was more order than request, Riley dismounted with his old engraved pistol in hand, his sister following and starting to unstrap certain bags from her saddle. “And bring a few strong men back with you, along with some shovels.” Being dismissed caused a protest from Miss Tabby, and it took another terse, private conversation between her and Riley until the lady relented. 

Perhaps it was none of his business. Still, as he and Miss Tabby rode away from the corral, Sam took in the downcast twist to her expression, and said in a tone of someone making merely a passing mention, “He’s only like that with people he cares about.” She sighed, lips parting as if to reply, but whatever she may or not have intended to say was cut off by the sound of a single gunshot ringing through the air. A high-pitched scream, bestial and ferocious, came after, then another crack of the gun. Miss Tabitha covered her ears and Sam took her reins, leading the horse with the sounds of death following close behind.

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Love, Fate, Destiny

Part 2- Reality Tv and Whiskey

Riley Brooks is a waitress in a ‘Dive bar” in New York. One Saturday night, her past comes back to haunt her as some unfamiliar punters enter her bar on a bachelor party- one of them being someone who she was once close to.

*CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY*

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*****

Riley returned the hire car after her kiss with Drake. That moment on the beach, gave her mixed emotions- lust for the man she lost her virginity to, sadness that he wouldn’t keep to his promise, happiness to see him again after all these years. She didn’t want to keep her hopes up - he walked out on her without any explanations all those years ago. Her heart couldn’t take any more strain or heartbreak. Not wanting to make the first move, she thought she would allow Drake to settle back into Cordonia before contacting him.

*****

Drake was due to meet the men at the hotel, ready to leave for Cordonia. Kissing Riley again brought back memories as well as doubts. Doubts about leaving her again. The last seven years she never left his mind- he never thought that he would see her again. He just played about- fucking with women’s emotions because the one woman he loved he abandoned and could never get over.

“Drake, are you okay? You’re actually smiling!” Maxwell said in a jokingly manner.

“I smile, Beaumont. I smile a lot. Just not when I’m with you set of morons.”

Maxwell pretended to stab himself in the heart- he was still a child at heart.

“That hurt Drake. That really did hurt. I thought we were buddies.”

Drake eyebrows shot up at the younger Beaumont, whilst shaking his head.

“Why haven’t you got your bags anyway? Liam said to meet here precisely at 1700hours.”

“Hey Drake. Sorry about the mix up. I really don’t want to rush back, my father is already stressing about the social season. Would it hurt to go awol for an extra night?”

“Li are you kidding me? I cut my time short with Riley to be here on time!” Exasperated with the lack of communication, Drake couldn’t catch his breath.

“You.. you were with Riley?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to tell you where I was going. It was personal. Luckily she was there. And we kissed.”

“Get in there Drake! Sorry...” Maxwell said in an excited manner.

Liam looked at the love sick puppy, he felt guilty for not telling Drake the truth about why they were staying.

“Ah, I see. Well why don’t you go and see her? Tariq got on a commercial flight back earlier. I’m sure myself and Max can entertain ourselves.”

“I don’t know where she is Li. I don’t know where she lives or anything. I didn’t even get her number because she said she would contact me. I’m - I’m going to have to face Daniel and ask him.”

“Do you want us to come with you?”

“No Li. I’ll be fine. Besides if Daniel didn’t steal my girlfriend, I’d have never been with Riley. Keep me updated on flight times etc.”

Liam smirked at his friend, he now knew that Drake was unsure if he was returning to the hotel tonight. He glared at Maxwell, wondering how their plan was going to work.

****

Drake entered the bar, and immediately saw Daniel cower behind the bar. He had no time for this- did Daniel really think he would still be mad after this time? The initial shock catching them in the act caused Drake to be angrier than the hulk. But he was grateful in the end for his girlfriend being unfaithful.

“Daniel. Long time no see.”

“Hi, Drake. W-What can I get ya?”

“I don’t want a drink. I need Riley’s address and phone number.”

“I don’t think I should give things like that out.”

“Daniel please. It’s the least you can do after fucking my girlfriend in MY bed!”

Daniel wrote down the details, shaking. Drake had to conceal the laughter that was building up inside of him.

“Thanks. And thank you for doing what you did all those years ago. You don’t have to be scared of me yano.”

Drake walked out of the bar smirking, Daniel finally felt a bit of relief. Drake was taller and bulkier than he was, and he wouldn’t like to be in a fight with him.

****

Riley was sat in her apartment watching ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’, wearing a crop top and skimpy shorts. She often wished for an ass like Kim. Hearing a knock at the door, she placed the now empty Ben and Jerry’s tub on the coffee table next to her glass of wine- annoyed that someone would disturb her at this time.

“Drake?”

“Hey.” Drake was fixated on her appearance. It was seven years since he last saw her dressed showing a bit of flesh off.

“How? What are you doing here?”

“I had to beg Daniel, let’s no go there. Liam insisted on staying another night. So here I am. I wanted to see you again. Here I got these for you. I know they won’t make up for all the hurt I caused you- but I’m trying Riley. I’m really trying.”

Riley accepted the flowers, inhaling the strong scent she gave him a kiss on the cheek- before crying.

“Hey, what’s up?”- Drake dropped his bag, and began to caressingly wipe the tears from her cheek.

“No ones ever bought me flowers before except from my dad. Sorry. It’s a sweet gesture. Are you coming in then?”

“I’m a gentleman, obviously like your father, Brooks. I was intending on coming in, if you’ll allow me?”

Riley gestured for him to enter. Thank god I did a spring clean before, she thought. Drake sat on the sofa, acting nervous.

“Kardashians I see. My favourite.” He said in a sarcastic manner.

“Now I know you’re lying, Walker. Whiskeys in the bottom cabinet if you want to help yourself, whilst I put these in a vase.”

“I’m not lying- okay maybe a bit? Am I that predictable? How do you know I’m not t-total now? You’re just assuming.”

Noticing her eyebrows rise, he knew she was clever. The world would have to end for him to give up whiskey.

“Come on Drake... you’d marry a crate of whiskey if you could.”

“Hmm maybe. Maybe not.” I’d definitely marry you though Brooks. When you know you know.

Riley joined Drake on the sofa, he wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer. Holding her tighter and protectively- his touch made her feel warmer and safe. Every time she saw Drake she would have butterflies in her stomach- now her stomach was still fluttering at the feeling of their bodies touching. Kissing her forehead, he was grateful for Liam deciding to stay an extra night.

“I love you Brooks. I’m glad fate made us cross paths again.”

Riley thought back to the first time he told her he loved her.

****

Lola threw a party at her parents house- a celebration for them graduating. Even though they were underage- Mr and Mrs Hughes allowed Lola and Beth to drink. If they was drinking elsewhere they couldn’t keep an eye on their daughters.

Riley knew her limit- she would only have a few. The first time she got drunk the hangover put her off. Drake met her there. It was awkward being back at his ex in laws house but he didn’t want to ruin it for Riley.

They both stayed close to each other all night expressing constant PDAs now their relationship was in the open. Drake led her to the guest room, just wanting to talk in private- Riley on the other hand began to panic. She believed he dragged her there for sex.

“Drake, before you talk. I’m really not comfortable doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Sex. And especially in my friends guest room. Anyone could walk in.”

“Ri, I don’t want to have sex with you. Well I do. But I’m not going to rush it. I just wanted to talk to you alone. I couldn’t hear a word with all the music blurting out.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Riley began to cry uncontrollably. Assuming that he was a ‘typical’ man just wanting sex made her feel shit. For once in her life she was wrong. She wanted to tell him the truth, scared that she may lose him - but he needed to know.

“There’s something I need to tell you... it’s really embarrassing... you’ll probably be put off me... I don’t know how to say it? Drake, I’m a virgin. And it’s not because I haven’t wanted to do it- I’ve chosen it to be this way. I want to save it for someone who loves me. Someone I trust.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know- I think.”

“Riley, it doesn’t bother me. I’d never be put off you. The fact that you want to save it is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He cupped her cheek and placed a slow kiss on her cherry bud lips.

“I love you. And I’ll wait for you if you want that special person to be me.”

Riley smiled softly- he really was a fluffy marshmallow under all that rough interior. She stood up abruptly, and locked the door, Drake stared at her confused as she stripped down to her underwear.

“I want you to be that special person, Drake Walker. I want you now.”

“Are you sure? I’m happy to wait.”

Riley pushed him onto the bed, hovering over him. Kissing his neck she then whispered in his ears that she was ready. Sitting up he removed his top onto the floor. Cupping her breasts, whilst kissing her deeper. He was ready. He rolled her over and off him, so he could stand up and remove his jeans. Spreading her legs he positioned himself in between.

“If it hurts let me know. I don’t want you to be in pain. I want to make love to you Ri, I love you. I think I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too.”

******

“I love you too, Drake. I always have. I’m glad fate brought us back together too.” She said as she held him tighter.

“I should really get off soon.” The sorrow in his eyes matched Riley’s. He knew he didn’t want to leave, but didn’t want Riley to expect him to stay.

“Stay. If it’s the last time I see you, I want to spend every second with you.”

“I already promised you I’d come back every weekend. I intend to keep that promise. I’m not hurting you ever again. I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be. It’s nice to have some company. I’ll show you a good night Walker.” Biting her lip and winking at him- she knew she was going to tempt him to stay.

“Lead me to your room then.” Riley intertwined her fingers with his leading him to her bedroom.

*****

Drake woke up early the next morning, admiring the beautiful woman he shared the bed with last night. Riley was right, she did show him a good night- they made love three times, before both collapsing with exhaustion. He really didn’t want to leave her. Determined to make every second he has with her worth it. Laying there wide awake, he just held onto her, tears began to slide down his cheeks. The minute he got back to Cordonia, he had decided to pack his things and move back to New York. Liam didn’t need him anymore, he was going to be married and planning a family sooner or later. Reaching for his phone he read a text from Liam.

Hey, dirty stop out. Hope you had a good night. I need to have a meeting with Bastien before we return, we are flying just shortly after 12pm. Meet Maxwell at the airport and I’ll see you there too.

Okay, please communicate with me if there are any changes. I’m not a dirty stop out Li, I spent the night with the love of my life- that’s the difference. See ya soon

Riley began to stir, probably due to the noise from him texting Liam back. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek was instinct- he couldn’t get enough of her sweet scent every time he kissed her. The smell lingered on him.

“Morning beautiful girl.” Drake could get used to this feeling. Waking up to her beautiful smile and being happy.

“Morning handsome. What time is it?” Blinded by the sunlight, she couldn’t see the clock nor time. Lazy to ask him- but he seemed more awake that she was.

“Erm 9am.”

“Shit, I’ve got 3hours before I need to go to work.”

“Oh I didn’t know you was working today. We’re flying back shortly after midday. But I’ll see you on Friday. I promise.”

Riley smiled hoping that he would not break her heart again, for the next three hours they spent time wrapped in each other’s arms. Their goodbye was emotional. Drake promised to text her as soon as he had landed, and that they would talk everyday. She walked into work five minutes late, but really didn’t give a fuck- the amount of over time she had done didn’t compare to this five minutes. Getting dressed in her uniform, she saw the blonde man sat in the corner.

“Liam?”

“Hello m’lady. Over there is Bastien my royal guard.” Liam pointed to the stern man who nodded at Riley.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“No thank you. But I do have a proposition for you...”

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Hold On

Part 13 - Jealous

Nobody got injured at the Homecoming ball, they all get separated into different safe houses- for safety.

Riley and Drake had confirmed that they had feelings for each other, however Drake believed Riley should be with Liam. Heartbroken, she moves back to New York. Only keeping in touch with Hana, Maxwell and Olivia.

Riley meets lawyer, Nate Cooper and begins a relationship with him. In Cordonia, Drake begins to court Kiara.

Nine months after Riley had left Cordonia- there is a reunion, but not the reunion the friends had hoped for.

*Characters belong to Pixelberry*

If you are under 18 please do not read this series. If you do, you are consenting that you are over the age.

Series warnings: Suicide, domestic abuse, swearing, stabbing, smut 🍋. If any of these triggers affect you do not read!

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*******

The pair parted from their unexpected close encounter. Both their hearts, still racing, both wanting the moment to last longer. Liam had thought if Riley had regretted their kiss and if it was just a spur of the moment- due to her nerves. Was it lust or was it the start of a new beginning? Frustrated that it was his brother of all people interrupted them- the wind up merchant who was playing with both their heartstrings.

“I beg your pardon! Matchmaker? What on earth are you on about Leo? I think you’ve had too much to drink!”

Liam responded in a sarcastic manner towards his brother. Riley and Liam looked at each other - their moment was now over. Both their baby blues apologising to each other, looking at each other as if every ounce of breath was taken from their lungs.

“So? What’s happening with you two then?”

Leo insisted on the gossip, he was eager for his brother and friend to finally gain some closure and to restart their relationship.

“Nothing ‘Matchmaker’ Leo. You interrupted us talking.”

Riley said in a mischievous tone of voice, smiling up towards Liam- before he pulled her close to him- not giving a shit about who saw him show his obvious affections. She could feel his heartbeat. Her own heart fluttered.

“Oh sorry guys- is that what they call talking nowadays? But I doubt anything else would have happened out here... do you need me to plan your first date? We could double date...”

Leo winked at Liam, both Liam and Riley shook their heads. They were both consenting adults, when and if the time came they would decide between the both of them - without Leo being an audience member.

“Come on Riley, you’re cold- let’s return Drake’s jacket to him. Leo, I believe you should introduce Beth to everyone rather than try to ‘match-make’ people. Besides we don’t need your help -thank you. We are just friends.”

“Don’t bullshit me Li. Friends don’t kiss like what I’ve just witnessed. Friends don’t talk on the phone like you two do...”

They both ignored him, knowing he was right- they didn’t want to boost his ego anymore. Liam held out his hand to Riley, she hesitated at first- until she saw Leo encouraging the gesture. Their fingers intertwined as they re-entered the room.

*****

Riley excused herself from Liam, and headed towards Drake to return his jacket. Observing that Kiara was stood with him, practically drooling over him- she hesitated at first. She felt awkward going over to her ex and his new partner. If she was to stay in Cordonia she couldn’t avoid them both for eternity. Deeply breathing, she arrived placing an Oscar winning style smile on her face. Even though, the circumstances were difficult- Riley’s parents taught her to respect everyone.

“Lady Riley, it’s so good to see you.”

“And you too Lady Kiara. Here Drake. Thank you for lending me your jacket. I hope you are both having a good night, excuse me - Liam and Leo are waiting for me. Take care.”

Riley knew she had to keep the conversation short and simple, the tension was already building and Drake looked as if he had been crying. Riley had noticed his puffed up red eyes- she smiled softly at her ex. Kiara looked at Drake, then back at Riley. A bit of jealousy hit her nerves. She could see Drake staring longingly at Riley as she walked away back into the direction of Liam and Leo.

“So, you lent Riley your jacket?”

“Leave it out Ki. She was cold. I wasn’t going to let her freeze to death.”

“You’ve never worried about me being cold. Are you still in love with her? I want the truth, Drake.”

“Yes, Kiara. I still have feelings for her. I always will- she was carrying my baby. But I’m with you... Do you want to dance?”

Kiara felt heartbroken. She believed she was going to be in competition with the New Yorker. She couldn’t lose Drake- not now.

“Of course Sir Walker.”

***

The guests all paired up, Liam bowed to Riley- she returned a curtsy.

“Lady Riley, will you do me the honour in joining me for this dance?”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

Liam guided Riley onto the dance floor- placing one hand carefully on her tiny waist and his other hand placed into hers. His eyes never left hers, then he noticed that all eyes were on the pair. Even after all this time she remembered the moves- Riley looked elegant, and gracefully floated around the shiny floor. She twirled effortlessly, before Liam pulled her close to him- gently cupping her cheek with one hand. Her body melted into his body, his touch made her soon feel warmer.

“Why are you smiling? Scared I would forget how to Waltz and show you up, your Majesty?”

“Never. You’d never show me up, Ri. I’m just feeling lucky to have you here with us- with me.”

Riley rested in the nook of his neck as they swayed to music. Liam just wanted to whisk her away from prying eyes, but knew he didn’t want to push her- if there was any hope of rekindling their relationship he needed to take it at a slow pace.

The music had stopped, and the friends sat back down. Riley was talking to Beth, Olivia and Hana. Their conversation was rudely interrupted.

“Ah Lady Riley, it’s so good to see that you’ve resurrected- they should call you Jesus.”

Recognising the voice, Riley turned around providing the blonde with a fake smile. She knew she had to stay calm even though she would gladly enjoy punching her lights out- New York style.

“Oh Countess Madeleine, did you miss me?”

Riley hated her. Everyone hated her. Beth could now match a face to the description of the snake that the Rhys brothers had warned her about. She was so proud of her friend acting civil- if it was up to Beth, the two New Yorkers would be giving Madeleine hell.

“Hardly. You know I don’t like you. What are you doing back? Ready to whore around? Who’s next on your list? Leo? The Beaumont’s? Or are you going to go back to your old ways flitting between the King and the commoner.”

Riley felt a rage burning inside her body, her fists and jaw clenched. Beth held her friends hand encouraging her to keep civil. She knew Riley could fight her own battles. And she knew that no one would let the jealous blonde win.

“Oh, Maddy. Are you jealous or something? Jealous that you couldn’t get your hands on them? And for your information- how can I be a whore? The only person I slept with was Drake. And trust me, it was a mistake- we both agreed on that. We are still friends.”

“A mistake? Maybe from your point of view. Why is he still looking at you then? The star crossed lovers look.”

Riley looked over her shoulder and saw Drake shake his head, sorrow in his already puffed up eyes. She believed he must have overheard her and Madeleine’s conversation.

“Why do you always have to cause shit Madeleine?”

“Calm down Riley. We don’t want you spiralling out of control again. What’s next the rope?”

Liam and Leo heard the commotion as Riley jumped out of her seat, and stood directly in front of the Countess. Her face turning a darker shade of red, her jaw clenching harder after every comment made. The men both sprinted over to her, Liam pushed Riley out of the way before she regretted doing something she would regret. Riley didn’t need to stoop as low, playing into snakes games.The King began to have a stand off with his ex fiancée.

“Madeleine leave her alone now, or I’ll ask Bastien to remove you.” - he told her sternly. He knew she would back down to the most powerful person in the room.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. Lady Riley I’m sorry for causing you any distress. I better go and find Lady Kiara. This morning sickness isn’t doing her any good. Toodles.”