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Recap;
"I'll see you down there," Caiden says, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on my lips, my eyes staring intently at his back as he makes his exit.
My mind reeled and my heart set. My heart was completely set on Caiden, I knew this at that moment, I watched with a heaving chest and anxiety growing as I watch him walk out the door. I wasn't going to be able to walk away from this man.
I couldn't let this chance slip. I wouldn't let this chance slip, friendship or not.
I deserve happiness. I've always sacrificed my happiness for the sake of Marley and I's friendship but also for her to have her own happiness. This time, however, I'm going to be selfish.
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Chapter Twelve
I stayed on the bed gathering my bearings for a while but decided on getting up and going to my bags, I didn't want Caiden coming back up and making me even more jumbled than I already am.
I brought some skimpy outfits due to thinking it was only going to be a girl's vacation.
I look up and smirk, getting a brilliant idea.
My head swivels to a still-sleeping Samson snuggled up on the floor.
I want to go all out, I want to show Caiden what he is missing when he decides to leave the room every time he is in here. I am going to dress to an extra extent.
Well not to an extra extent to everybody else downstairs, the huge cabin was littered with women who wore sexy, skimpy and eccentric clothing, and the men wore sweatpants and some actual low-grade suits.
My head goes back down to peer at the inside of my bag. I reach in and sift through my clothes, settling on a nice two piece bathing suit. I discard the clothes I had on and take out the bathing suit top, pulling it over and tying it around my neck, it was a beautiful black lace top.
Fishnet lace on the chest and connected to the bottom of a top bathing suit, I then chose a matching black bottom set with lace on the hip sides and throw it on.
I go back once again n my bags to dig out a long-sleeved black tight shirt, but with a complete lace-up front. The front of the shirt looks as if it was ripped and replaced with lace. The lace went from just above my belly button and up spreading out so it was the entire front of the shirt.
With the bottoms, I settled on bright white jeans shorts that hugged my figure on the sides more than the front and shaped my butt to a nice half o shape.
I chose a comfortable pair of shoes, red, white and black colored short-heeled shoes. The red was on top of the shoes, the black on the bottom, an area wrapped around the toe area, and the white was towards the back of the shoe.
I went towards one of my bags pulling out a hair straightener and some light makeup, I then walk to the mirror that hung on the wall beside the door and took out my straightener plugging it in.
I then take out my makeup and get set to make my face and eyes accentuate and pop, I did just that with a small amount of concealer, eyeshadow and mascara.
The eyeliner added to my green eyes and made them seem almost to glow in the dark, I add the concealer just enough to hide the redness and all the pimples I have accumulated over these past couple of months.
I added some natural lipstick, giving my lips some natural shine and glisten, I go back to my bags leaning in and grabbing a small bag that held my rings, necklaces and earrings, along with a few choice ponytails.
I grab the necklace with a shiny diamond cross, a long bright red gemmed necklace that normally droops to my chest whenever I wear it and grab several white rings with numerous shapes and ornaments adorning the rings.
I then grab the hair straightener, flattening my hair, but at the front letting it dips up a little. My long natural dark hair flows down in waves, It only reached a little below my chest, but it was natural jet-black hair and I loved it dearly.
I give myself a once over and smile, seeing my reflection smile back at me, time to get my game on.
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With an already alcohol-rocking system, I walk with newfound courage, a confidence in my stride, one I didn't know I could possess, down the stairs to my attic bedroom, feeling the low bass thrum through the floorboards.
I walk through the upstairs living room, and around the corner now hearing people a lot closer, and continue on. I left Samson upstairs sleeping, not making a peep come out.
Since earlier, even with almost climaxing against Caidens mouth, I didn't need Samson or wanted to think I didn't need Samson right at this moment.
I walk through the upstairs door and turn the short, sharp corner and I am met with a room full of people, chattering away and laughing as they twinkle their glasses about. Others mull about in the kitchen area, finding various snacks and refilling their drinks.
I walk up to Jade, a strawberry blonde with big pink glasses from earlier, if memory served correctly, she seemed friendly enough just blunt.
I reach forward as I descend the last stair and walk to Jade, which evidently was a lot closer to the staircase upstairs than I had thought.
I had only taken two steps expecting more when I bumped into her, not realizing my eyes had swept down to the floor where I was stepping instead of where I was going ahead.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologize, backing away quickly before I could make any more mess and remain rooted to my spot.
"It's alright Raven, did you want something? Wow! You look amazing! Drinks are in this small cooler or you can make your own in the kitchen." Jade offers with a big bright and warm smile across her face.
"Thank you, where are Marley and Caiden?" I ask, tilting my head to the side, not really bothering to get too friendly, but offer a small smile in return.
"They are outside either in the hot tub or by the fireplace." Jade shrugs and then turns back to who she was talking with, completely dismissing me.
With a short deep inhale, I turn around and walk into the kitchen and decide to make myself a margarita, checking in the fridge for lime and tequila, I exhaled with relief when I noticed there were both.
I down the first two drinks, becoming instantly loopy, but before I could do any more, I dig into the medium-sized hand purse and unzip it dragging out a few hand-rolled joints and taking out a lighter. Without hesitation, I bring the lighter up and spark up the joint inhaling and exhaling for a few minutes until I get just about all the way down to my fingers.
I throw the now dark charcoal-colored roach and stuff it carelessly in my purse, now feeling a euphoric haze settle over my slight buzzed state, creating the perfect amount of confidence control.
Time to start some trouble.