The World That Was Excerpt #2
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Five hours after she’d initially shut her eyes, Lea quickly sat up in bed after a noise outside of the room startled her awake. She gasped silently before she leaned over her lap and gripped her forehead. Glancing at the clock on the side table, she saw it was well after four in the morning. But, that wasn’t what confused her, it was the fact Adrian was out of bed; again. Sighing to herself, she was used to him roaming at random hours of the night. His sleeping habits were utter shit and she’d find him on the sofa most nights; asleep.
Getting out of the bed, a palm rubbed along her face as she paced out of the room and paused. The second bedroom was unlocked, and the door was wide open. Her breath was stolen as she stared at the bright cluster of lights along the right-hand side of the doorway. Never, in her time of being there, had the door been unlocked, let alone open. Clenching her jaw, she silently placed one foot in front of the other and leaned over.
There he was, fully dressed with gloved fingers quickly tapping along one of the keyboards hooked up to a large mainframe. Multiple screens illuminated the concentrated expression on his face. Pictures of soldiers on a dark tarmac flashed rapidly across one, a blue screen with code constantly running across a log-in box ticked away with multiple encrypted black dots.
She stepped into the doorway with her breath held. Many of the screens looked like spreadsheets working on their own and constantly updating.
But Adrian, he was focused solely on the screen in front of him.
“Espero Communications” “Speranza Foundation” and “Hoffnung Realties” were just a few names she could see around his body.
As he clicked onto another link, he glanced coolly towards another screen and moved out of the way for an additional keyboard.
Lea blinked several times as she reread the same name: Viltis Enterprises. The same company backing her mother’s hospital.
Her shoulders visibly sagged, and in a moment, she panicked. Back stepping into the master bedroom, she flicked her gaze from one side to the other. With a light pant, she clenched her jaw and swallowed.
What was his interest?
She knew Flanders was his friend and he wanted answers, but just what did he moonlight in? How did he get those pictures? She could hear him fidgeting in the other room followed by his footsteps. Frozen in the spot, she stared ahead in the dark at the doorway; waiting for him.
Going over everything he gathered, he could feel the stress sitting on his shoulders and the reality of the situation sunk in. Everything brought a toll on him. He was ridiculously sleep deprived from expelling his energy all day with Lea and working late at night.
He stopped just outside of the door to rub between his eyes with a long sigh. He needed a break and a bed. The floor creaked underfoot once he got closer and cracked across the room with the next footfall.
She watched him in silence and saw the outline of his body against the semi-lit window. He pulled off his shirt only to freeze with the fabric falling from his fingertips. Her heart stopped as he did.
He quickly pulled off the gloves as he stared at Lea’s outline in the darkness. His mind was going a mile a minute, “Hey babe, did I wake you?” he asked. Before she answered, he stepped towards her and rubbed along her shoulder; his voice groggy, “My mistake, let’s go back to sleep.” He said kissing her head in a gesture showing his fondness.
Locked in place, she didn’t pull away from him as he gently caressed her shoulder. He wasn’t angry she’d caught him, and he seemed remorseful for being up.
Why?
Thinking it’d be best to leave the fact she saw his junk room alone for now, she instead wanted to see if he’d tell her. “No, you didn’t wake me. Where did you go?” she asked.
There was a significant pause.
His silence caused her to look down and away. He felt his heart sink because he couldn’t answer with any real truth without inciting more questions. Questions led to complications and complications led to… He didn’t want to think about it. Sighing, he shook his head with one knee on the mattress, “I couldn’t sleep, so instead of waking you up with my pacing, I went for a walk. Same old.” He lied.
She couldn’t dispute with what he said because she knew of his odd sleeping habits. This wasn’t the first time he’d left, and they’d gone for a late-night walk before. Not wanting to start an argument or get into a discussion she wasn’t ready for, she knew it was the wrong move, but he hadn’t given her a reason to lose her trust.
Not yet.
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The World That Was Excerpt #1
Chapter 1
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August.
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University of Central Florida. A large campus tucked between Oviedo and Orlando. Having a mixture of modern suburban with city flair, the Greek and constellation inspired site would take on a world of its own once within its vicinity. Right off the main half-moon roundabout of Pegasus Drive rested the Health Professions and Sciences building. The large three story, red brick, tanned concrete façade was clean, boasted a semi-circle, and a bright white modern entrance. Across the double glass doors was a mini courtyard lined with black benches and trees. Across the red and gray path was a scenic retention pond, surrounded by trees and a bridge cutting across the hub towards the large Student Union building.
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The second week into the new Fall Semester was abuzz. Many students, from all walks of life, had made their way to campus, moved in, and were already elbow deep into what classes had to offer.
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One Friday evening, at the end of the month, students filed into their Gross Anatomy/Neuroscience course a little after 6:50 P.M. One by One they each waved and greeted the middle-aged woman at the front of the classroom.
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She filled out the usual list of what they’d cover which, luckily for the students, was the first test of information they’d gone over the past week.
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Some of the kids gave mock groans while a few looked ready to get the test over and done with. Who didn’t want to take a test and get out of class early on a Friday night?
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The teacher smiled at each student entering and kept her eyes on the wall clock along the back of the room, “Good evening, Dominique.” She said calmly with a smile reaching her dark brown eyes.
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The young girl paused, broke into a half-smile, and waved, “Hey Ms. Flanders.” She said in return.
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Ms. Flanders wandered over to her desk and picked up the stack of tests. She lightly straightened them on the hardened surface and was willing to do anything to keep her hands busy, “What are your plans for the weekend?” she asked.
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Dominique took her seat in the second row and pulled out a few sheets of paper from within her bag, “I heard there was going to be a large party at one of the houses. I may check it out.” She answered.
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Ms. Flanders smiled briefly to herself as she lined a finger along the stray hairs by the side of her ear. She remembered what it was like to be younger and just starting in the world. A time where she was carefree about what life threw her way, before she was jaded and disappointed with what the world was becoming. Still, she held out hope because, every day, her students inspired her.
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Dominique’s voice cut into her thoughts causing Ms. Flanders to glance up. She rubbed along the lobe of her ear before she tucked a bit of salt and pepper hair behind it, “I’m sorry, I zoned out again. What did you say?” She asked.
Dominique shook her head slightly as she tied up her blonde hair, “I was just asking what you planned to do this weekend.” She repeated.
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With a bout of flusterment, Ms. Flanders’s thin fingers gently pressed against the center of her neck as she thought about the uneventful life that awaited her since the divorce. Cats, her recorded shows, and papers to grade. Sighing, she forced a reserved smile to Dominique and nodded to another student, “Good evening. I don’t have much planned but thank you for asking. Make sure you don’t drink too much so you can make it to class on Monday.” She answered.
Dominique laughed slightly rubbing against one shoulder, “I can say the same for you.” she replied cheerily.
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Ms. Flanders chuckled to herself as the conversation between them died. She didn’t drink and was never one to let just anyone into her personal life.
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Not anymore.
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Checking the time once more, 7 P.M. rolled around and Ms. Flanders approached the door. She allowed the last student to enter before she leaned out and made sure there weren’t any stragglers. With the door shut and locked behind her, her gaze drifted over the faces of her students as she approached the front of her desk, “Good evening everyone, I’m going to keep this brief. Tonight, is our first test. This is how I work. Unlike the other teachers who find time to lecture afterwards, I will let you go about your night once you’re done. But, I warn you, my tests are harder than most. The only thing you’re allowed to have on your desks is the test, your notes, and pencils. All cell phones must be switched off and in your bags.” She stated sliding the tests from the surface of her desk and placing them faced down in front of each student.
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One boy raised his hand and she called on him, “Yes, Kevin?” she questioned.
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Kevin lowered his hand scratching against his eyebrow, “Yeah, uh my mom is in the hospital. She’s alright, but I’m expecting a phone call from my dad to let me know if I need to head over tonight.” He said.
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Ms. Flanders quickly nodded clearing her throat, “That’s no problem, Kevin. You can bring your test up to me, show me the screen, and stand right outside of the door. Then you can come back in and finish.” She replied.
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Kevin leaned against the chair and scratched against the back of his head, “Cool, thanks teach.” He stated.
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Once finished with the last student, she returned to her desk and glanced down at her watch, “Take your time. I will not leave until the last student does. Begin.” She stated.
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As she turned her back to the student to sit down, all she heard was a flurry of papers flipping over followed by silence. Looking over them a short time, she then turned her attention to her laptop and mindlessly checked her emails.
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Over the next two hours, one after another, the students finished their tests and turned them in to her. Each one she wished a good weekend and that she’d see them the following Monday. Luckily for Kevin, he’d just finished the last question before his father called. She wished him good luck with his mother before glancing over at the dwindling class size. Before long her last student rested his paper on her desk just after 9:30 P.M.
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Already having gotten a head start on grading, she crossed one leg over the other and began on the next. Her students knew nine times out of ten, she’d have grades posted by early Saturday morning because of her diligence to make sure they gained the best of her.
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Time ticked on and, halfway through her papers, her eyes grew weary. She pulled the glasses from her face and rubbed against her eyes with a long, drawn out sigh. Glancing at the bottom edge of her laptop, she saw it was well after eleven and decided she’d stayed long enough. She gathered her items in a large satchel, before she logged out of her laptop and tucked it away. Inhaling a deep breath, she glanced over the seats that once held her students solemnly and reflected to herself on how she ended up where she was.
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What choices did she make to deserve this sort of empty fear?
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Without another thought, she shook her head, clicked the desk lamp off, and crossed the room for the door. With keys in hand and bag on her shoulder, she pushed through and locked the door behind her.
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Leaving through the back entrance of the building, she was met with the warm, summer heat and orange glow from the lampposts. She glanced up at some of the illuminated rooms of the Communication Science building and shook her head. Rounding the large building, she headed to the parking lot shrouded in the shadows. She kept her head down as she stepped from the sidewalk to the lot.
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Past the handicapped parking and shuttle station, thoughts of what to heat for dinner crossed her mind as she clicked the unlock button on her car keys. Glancing up, her heart dropped as panic rose from her stomach, through her chest, and to her neck.
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A man she hadn’t seen in months stood between her and her vehicle. He stared into her silently with a menacing aura. Dressed in a dark black suit, tailored to sit against his body, he had thick gray hair, expensive rings adorning his fingers, and shoes shined to perfection.
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Ms. Flanders clenched her jaw swallowing. The grip on the strap of her bag was taut, “H-Hello?” she called out to him.
The man readjusted his shoulders while rubbing his pointer finger and thumb along the line of his beard. His nostrils flared as he blinked once, “Did you think over the offer? We met well over three months ago and you still have yet to answer us. Did you have a change of heart, even after all we’ve shown you? I don’t like to be kept waiting, Doctor Flanders. I specifically remember telling you not to do that, do you remember?” His voice was cold, calculating, and fed up with whatever she tried to pull over on him.
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He took her silence and ignorance personally.
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Remembering his voice well, Ms. Flanders wet her lips as she blinked back tears. She glanced around for any of the security cars driving the perimeter, but the moment she needed them, they weren’t there. Inhaling a deep breath, the deep seeded pit of fear she’d buried away for three months flourished to fruition. She clenched her jaw staring at his chilled, impatient stare, “I-I know I have been slow on the uptake, sir, but there was a lot for me to mull over. This, this is a very big decision that I didn’t think I was fully comfortable to make on a whim with—”
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“—WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER?” His voice boomed through the night sky.
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The keys dropped from her hand as she visibly jumped where she stood. Knowing that this was not going to remedy itself with her negligence again, she shut her eyes and rolled her lips in. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes and rolled down the sides of her cheeks. The only thought in her mind were the smiling faces of her students. The next generation she wanted to help more than ever because of people like him. They may not have been close, but they were all she had since her husband left.
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They were the reason she lived.
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She clenched the bag in her grip, stared down at the concrete, and slightly shook her head, “No. No, I’m not interested. I morally cannot accept your offer.” She whispered turning to look at him.
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A long, painful moment of silence passed between them, but she could practically see the way he seethed. Then, his entire mood dropped from disappointment to a lack of interest for the woman in front of him, “This was not how I saw your life ending.” He sighed.
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Ms. Flanders’s vision blurred as the world around her darkened. Shaken to her core, her lips parted as she stumbled back, “W-what?” she asked. Unable to hold herself together, the last thing she did was wet herself in fear.
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Before she could scream, he pulled out a gun, shut one eye, and shot. Blood and brain matter sprayed from the back of her head. Her body twisted to the left and fell onto the asphalt with a sickening thud.
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Silently, the headlights of a black car flicked on behind him and pulled out of the space beside her car.
The man lowered the gun, leaned his head back, and cracked his neck to one side. Feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his body, he waited expectantly until the car stopped beside him.
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The back door opened and a young, beautiful woman, dressed impeccably like him, stepped out with a dark purple cloth in her hand. Holding the gun out to his side, she quickly took it into her grasp and began to rub down the handle.
He glanced over the parking lot camera resting on the lampposts and sighed, “Acquire the footage and scrub it.” he ordered.
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The woman calmly continued to run the cloth along the butt of the gun before she casually glanced over to the blood pooling around Ms. Flanders’s awkwardly placed body, “We’re already on it. Do you want us to clean up this…mess sir?” she asked.
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A smirk tugged on the end of his lips before he turned his head; pleased by the mere sight of her, “There’s no need…” His gaze then returned to the building across the parking lot, “…let this be a message to the others who don’t fall in line.” He said.
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The woman nodded, “Understood.” She whispered stepping back on her stilettos.
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He turned his back to Ms. Flanders for the last time and ducked into the backseat, “Make sure we figure out when the funeral is. I would like to attend.” He stated.
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The woman stared down at her for a moment and she turned to him, “Leave it to me.” She whispered shutting the door behind him.
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Rounding the vehicle, she set the safety on the gun and joined him on the other side. Slowly, the car pulled away and started down the quiet road towards its next destination; leaving the body of a beloved professor behind.
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Mister Jackson Excerpt #2
Coming up to a lineup of fellow celebrities waiting for their seats, they stood in the restricted area in the main lobby. Waiters, dressed in crisp, white jackets wandered around serving chilled champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Actresses, actors, producers, and directors alike mingled around in the space. Most of them weren’t a part of the film itself, but they wished for the exposure to keep them in the eyes of the public and show their support.
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Sabrina Ashley, tall, brunette and one of the "Girl next door" actresses of Hollywood, quickly approached Miles. Bubbly and confident, she leaned in and exchanged air kisses with him, "Miles! It's been forever since we've last encountered one another. How are you doing? Gosh, I haven't seen you since the time we were filming together at Ozark. Those were fun times, weren't they?" She asked with a light, flirtatious laugh.
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Receiving an old co-star well, he patted on her shoulder, but could sense a tension, “How could I forget?” he asked as they parted.
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Felicity, having been a fan of Sabrina's movies, tugged on Miles's hand. She didn't know what to say to a woman who ruled her teenager-hood, nor how to introduce herself. Without thinking, she stepped forward a bit and cleared her throat, "Miss Ashley. I'm sorry, but it's amazing to be in the same vicinity as you. Wow." She rambled with the deepest appreciation.
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But, Sabrina's sharp, blue gaze cut through Felicity without a care, she held her head up slightly and looked down on her with an air of arrogance, "I'm sorry. I don't know your name... who are you?" She questioned with her eyebrows tucked together looking to Miles expecting him to answer for her, "Well?"
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Not really appreciating Sabrina’s dismissive attitude towards someone who was clearly a fan, much less his Felicity, Miles’s eyes narrowed softly. He deeply respected and loved his fans for the support and their part of his success. It was a shame Sabrina didn’t have the same gratitude causing him to arch a critical eyebrow at her, “Let me introduce you two.” He said. Nudging Felicity forward, he rubbed his palm along the small of her back, “Felicity, this is Sabrina Ashely, my old co-star. Sabrina, this is Felicity Daughtry, renown dancer and my girlfriend.” He stated firmly.
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Sabrina smirked a little, "Girlfriend? Cute, but don't be so humble. We spent a good portion of our off time in each other’s trailers." She said without hesitation glancing down at Felicity again. Sabrina gave her a condescending smile and took a step away, "Felicity, word from the wise. Don't stick your neck out so far. You’ll get caught up into something you can't handle." She expressed. Felicity felt her entire stomach drop as Sabrina sipped on her glass of champagne, "We wouldn't want to embarrass Miles, now would we?" She questioned chuckling under her breath.
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Miles couldn’t believe the gall Sabrina had. She never used to be that way when they worked together, but now he recalled the last time in her trailer, there was a big change towards him. It was the main reason why he never went back and kept his distance.
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Shocked, Felicity had a dose of harsh reality when it came to how a person was beyond the screen. She didn't know what to say and certainly didn't want to make a scene that would reflect on Pauline. Especially with how good she’d been to her.
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Sabrina returned her attention to Miles and sighed as she ran a hand down his arm, "When you're done playing with the fans. Call me." She expressed passing them by, "And remember, we’re watching you."
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Miles didn’t want Felicity’s first time ruined and he didn’t want her to be discouraged or scared. People tried to do the same to him once upon a time. In the same low, quiet tone Sabrina used, he quipped back, “No need to be intimidated, Sabrina. You should focus on yourself. You’re slipping.” Referring to how her past few movies had been box office bombs, it was clear she was becoming unlikeable to many directors and couldn’t land a part in quality movies anymore.
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In other words, she was washed up and jealous of any new girl on the scene.
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Sabrina slowed to a stop before she turned her body slightly and clenched her jaw.
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His clear, cold gaze stared right back unabashed before he gave a slight wave with his hand; dismissing her.
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Her nostrils flared before she quickly tossed her hair behind herself and stalked away from them with the glass gripped in her fingers.
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Letting out a sigh of relief, Miles turned to Felicity and gave her a smile rubbing the side of her cheek, “Don’t pay attention to anything she said. She’s jealous you’re new and bigger than her.”
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Felicity felt at a loss of what to do and how to defend herself. She looked at Miles, who had an over inflated sense of where her mark in the entertainment world was, before she glanced back at the group Sabrina blended into. She clenched her jaw because she easily recognized half of the people and before she knew it, they all looked in their direction. Felicity’s head quickly looked forward to the line of people ahead of them. Her stomach sloshed from one side to the other, “I think I’m going to find a bathroom.” She whispered. Squeezing his hand with reassurance, she stepped out of line and delved further into the building. Her weighted skirt flared out while the fabric moved with the sway of her body.
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Mister Jackson Excerpt #1
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Within the last forty-five minutes of the movie, Miles happily cleaned his plate and seemed more than satisfied with the food. Felicity’s fingers were pressed to her lips as she was once again drawn into the screen. They were comfortably leaned into one another when the credits finally rolled.
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Collecting her plate on top of his, he looked refreshed when he stood from the couch. The heated warmth against his side became chilled with the absence of her body against his, “That was better than expected and wasn’t as awkward as I thought. Did you like it?” While waiting for her answer, he turned and walked into the kitchen with an ear out for her words as he rinsed the plate.
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She picked up their empty glasses and followed him. She took one last glance to the TV before placing their cups on the counter beside his figure. With a smirk on her face, she peered up at the cheap, little bowl-shaped chandelier and pondered on the film, “Hmmm, I must say this was one of your better films. You have a real knack for drama and depth. I mean I know you’ve been in those cheesy romantic comedies and those action films pumped full of eye candy without much of a plot…”
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Rolling his sleeves, Miles began to wash what they'd used. The glass made a pitched scraping sound as he scrubbed the inside with torqueing motions. His gaze fell onto her as she spoke. She seemed to know a lot of his works, but the one about “eye candy” caused his lips to curl up at the corners.
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Noticing she sounded like those fan girls who would watch anything if he was on the screen, she quickly corrected herself “…I mean, Ashton has made me watch a couple of those, but the drama, you’re amazing at. The part when you found out your father was your brother. It was enrapturing. You’re very talented Mr. Jackson.”
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“Ahh.” He whispered transparently. His chest grew tight as she complimented him in a lighthearted manner about a genre that meant a lot to him. Redness crept along his cheeks. Drama was his favorite but to watch himself on the screen was still surreal and mildly embarrassing.
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Admittedly, it was weird to watch someone like him wash dishes. Hell, she hardly did them, and yet there was a superstar hard at work. Just as she was with the movie, she found herself immersed in the way his sculpted back and arms bulged in those swift movements. He was in impeccable shape, but to see him doing menial housework was beyond sexy. More so than what was on the screen. He was raw, untouched, unrehearsed, and natural.
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Turning back to the sink, he rinsed the glass off and set it into the rack with the rest, “And you? I saw your dancing. I’m pretty sure the whole country will see the talent I did in the next coming weeks.” He stated with a chuckle looking over his shoulder at her as he rinsed off the last glass and drained the water.
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It was her turn to be embarrassed.
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Felicity bit down on her bottom lip and gave a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of her neck as he reminded her people would know who she was soon enough. If not by name, then as Pauline’s music video girl, “U-uhuh.”
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Miles took note of her humble reaction. She seemed overwhelmed by the idea of fame correlated with her. That was odd to him. Normally, performing and fame came hand in hand. Never-the-less, the look on her face and stuttering was endearing; he liked it. There was confidence and then there was arrogance. He was sick and tired of arrogance.
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Wanting to take her attention off of fame, he grabbed a paper towel, turned to her, and leaned back against the sink with his head tilted, “I wonder…if you could teach me a thing or two.”
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Glancing up, the light poured from the window behind him which only made him seem like perfection. She was struck and smitten with him so quickly. Unable to come back with something as flirtatious and smooth as he was, she only said the first thing that came to mind; inadvertently putting a smile on his face, “U-uh. D-depends on what you uh…want me to show you. I mean! You know, where do you want to learn? The furniture or the bed—FLOOR. Floor…shit.” Putting a hand over her face, she held up a finger to signal she was alright, “Give me a moment.”
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He pulled the hairband from his head and ran his fingers through his bangs. More than intrigued with her second to last option, his eyes narrowed slightly in a suggestive manner, “Take your time.” He replied cheekily.
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She mentally sparred with herself, peeked at him through her fingers, and saw the grin on his face.
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To Miles, Felicity was cute, charming, and awkward. Reaching out, he took hold of her wrists with damp hands and pulled them from her face in his direction, “So much for giving me time, huh?” she bickered through her nerves.
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He stepped towards the dark, cool living room and pulled her in against him; insistent on dancing to get her to look at him again, “As much as the bed sounds inviting, I think I should show you what I can do on the floor.” He murmured.
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Felicity glanced away in embarrassment.
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His hand landed on the small of her back as he secured her close. He lifted her arm with his and made it clear they were going to waltz. He gave her a shied smile before his gaze flicked to the side and avoided hers, “This is the only dance I know, that and the stanky leg.”
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Laughing out loud, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “No, no you’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” She whispered connecting her gaze with his.
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He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her mid-spin before setting her down, “Obviously, I need help.” He whispered with an unending grin.
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Moving in triple time, it wasn’t long before she realized Miles was far from a professional. Letting loose, she enjoyed herself with a long stream of giggles.
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He couldn’t stop. Her smiles and carefree demeanor were addicting, and he didn’t want it to end.
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Within a few minutes, they began to spin faster and faster. Felicity’s laughs grew in crescendo as they held tightly onto each other’s hands. Extremely dizzy, she shut her eyes with a drawn-out squeak unable to see where they were going, “M-M-M-Miles!” she stuttered.
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Miles started to feel a bit queasy, but, recklessly, he kept going. Her streaked hair flowed against her face in the swift movement. He could feel how off her balance was with him, but he still he kept a firm hold on her hands. Before he knew it, Ashton’s shoes were her demise.
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Tripping over them, she fell to her knees. Having a hard time keeping his balance, the room continued to spin after they’d stopped. In a moment of vertigo, he reached out and grabbed at her waist.
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In the end, they crashed on the floor with his weight pressed against half of her body and a one leg straddled over hers. She wheezed out a laugh and fell onto her back with her arms outstretched, “God! I haven’t danced like that since I was five.” She said in a strained tone.
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His palms were pressed to his face because the room wouldn’t stop. Shaking his head, there was a large grin hidden beneath his hands before he opened his eyes and took a hold of hers, “It’s been just about as long since I’ve made myself so dizzy.” He retorted stumbling to his feet and pulling against her.
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Felicity’s fingers linked with his as she laughed at the thought of a little, curly headed Miles running all over the place; naked. Rolling her body up a bit less gracefully than usual, she stood with him.
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Fate wasn’t ready it seemed because as he stepped away, he slipped on Ashton’s other shoe; skidding across the floor. His back missed the wall and she was tugged forward with him.
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There they were, on the floor again. Landing against his chest, Felicity’s hands fell on his shoulders as if they were naturally meant to be there. Her body was pressed against him and her skirt was halfway over her buttocks.
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He caught her with his arms around her waist; stunned. Not because he couldn’t stand straight to save his life, but she was so close. Face to face just like the previous night, only this time, he could see her wholly.
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Staring, he admired her beautiful, well-set features. His expression fell away and didn’t bear a smile.
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Felicity found she was the only one laughing. That, in turn, caused her to glance up and stare at him; flustered.
There was no teasing sentiment or clever quip. Everything on his face was just as serious as he felt. Which took control of his mouth. He spoke without a filter sounding a bit lost, his tone was hushed as though it was in his head, “You’re so pretty.”
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Her stomach dropped. His words weren’t the smoothest, nor the most poetic, but they struck a deep chord in her. He was consumed in her face adorned with an intimate, shy expression. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in and gave into him. He took over most of her thoughts when he was away and all her attention whether he was near or far. She was unable to deny the undeniable any longer.
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Miles’s chest tightened and he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. The tension between them was palpable and the attraction didn’t need effort. Her body was shaking as her eyes began to fall shut. Licking her bottom lip, she was almost there. Anticipating her kiss, there was a dazed, heated look in his eyes. Then, the sound of an old ringtone broke the atmosphere.
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The courage she had to take what she wanted vanished. Her eyes crossed in as she looked at his face, but her expression was full of disappointment.
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Miles hoped she’d ignore the phone and call back, yet that was wishful thinking. The downtrodden look she held indicated their close encounter was about to end.
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The World We Once Knew II: Deleted Scene
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Welcome to the first deleted scene of our entire website! The date is 2/13/2019, so I will tell you all right now, this isn't safe for work, anyone under the age of 18, and people with weak hearts! Since tomorrow is the proclaimed day of love, we will show you a bit of "love" (The hard kind that touches the core...) which was left out of TWWOKII's final edit.
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This was supposed to be the end of Chapter 11, after Leon and Addie went to sleep for the night. There are spoilers (I believe...memory is a little dodgy), and you wouldn't want to do that to yourself without reading the book first! So Sit back, relax, and don't let anyone look over your shoulder! We're about to be heathens together.
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SERIOUSLY...WE WARN YOU NOW
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IF WE SCAR THE CHILDREN....IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN EVENTUALLY.
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Dane rubbed up Quinta's arm and found her hand, “Whatever comes our way, we’ll just face it like we always do…” kissing her cheekbone, he turned his head to be face to face with her. Their breaths mingled together before their lips lost themselves in a myriad of kisses. She pressed her chest against his and sighed out against his mouth while her arms draped around his head and neck. She kissed him strongly while her fingers lost themselves in his hair. His hands were on her hips and a spark ignited within him. He ran his hand over her tattoo, along her neck, and curled around to hold her head. Sliding his tongue against hers, he held his breath before their lips separated. Releasing a heated pant against her mouth, Dane’s blue eyes stared over her face, “Do you think they’re sleeping?” he asked in a whisper.
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Her knees gripped against his hips with her forehead pressed against his. She swallowed a breath shutting her mouth and listening for the snores in Leon’s bedroom. Quinta nodded softly while her hands ran over his shoulder, “Yuh. Dey are.” She answered.
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Pulling up her shirt, Dane wore a soft smirk. Her arms fell over her breasts sharing the same expression as him. She glanced over her shoulder towards the dark bedroom. Peeling her pants and underwear over her thick cheeks, he gripped on them with both hands. Her touch indulged in his body before lifting the shirt from his head. Quinta tossed her hair over her shoulder and kissed him again.
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Dane held onto her calf and thigh and helped her position herself. Mounting him, he was stolen of breath as the fat head of his shaft sat beneath her. The mouthwatering stretch caused her to moan against his lips and her nails to lightly dig against his scalp. Slowly, she lowered that tight squeeze over him. His head tilted back and his mouth fell open. He gripped into her meaty hips with his large hands. Her hips slowly rocked against his shaft as she rolled her lips in to quell her voice. She braced herself against him as her thighs touched the top his hips.
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Panting out, his lips danced along her jaw. He listened to the soft, sweet sounds escaping her throat. Her body clenched around his cock and his hips bucked with instinct into her; building a creamy froth along the ridges. With a heated pant, her head leaned back showing the line of her neck leading to her chest. Lost in the feeling of being plugged full, Quinta lost herself in the quiet passion as he tucked himself as deep as her body allowed. Dane’s hands ran up the length of her stomach and chest. He teased her breasts in his palms before he stroked along her neck and jaw. Sinking lower into ecstasy, he was consumed by her and the tortured look on his features told how her grip felt.
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In a heated rush, he lifted her off his dick. A mess of fluid was slathered over his pelvis as he stood and propped her against the side of the couch; facing the window. Her twists hit against the upholstery. Trying her hardest to stay quiet, she pushed her nose and mouth against the armrest. With her ass in the air, she looked over her shoulder and saw his hands washed in white light gripped into her skin. Her entrance grasped to be filled and her legs shook from anticipation, "Put it in me." She hissed.
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He balanced himself on one knee before he spread her cheeks apart, ran his slippery head between her swollen, creamy slit, and pushed. Her mouth hung open as he stared down at their connecting point with a look of disbelief. Reaching forward, he stroked her shoulders and down her back rolling his hips against her. He couldn’t get enough. Her breath melted into a moan as his slicked cock wedged itself back inside of her. Quinta's eyes curled in as she lifted herself with one arm. With her breasts hanging beneath her, she pressed a palm over her mouth. Her back arched dramatically while her cheeks shuddered across his hips with each thrust.
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When Quinta got needy in bed, Dane went wild. Giving her exactly what she wanted, he braced himself with a hold on her hips and began to hammer against her backside. Her mouth fell open as her hand lowered from her mouth and cupped around her right breast. She openly panted out each time his head slapped against her body with a jerked end. Rolling her bottom lip in, she bit down on it while her eyes fell shut as he tunneled through her with clenched teeth and his eyes alight with passion.
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Hair shrouded his face as he hunched over her, reached around, and tucked his hand between her legs. Rubbing against her sex, he groaned out rubbing and teasing her clit as she was plunged through. She pinched on her nipples between her knuckles and seethed in as strong fingers toyed with her swollen button. Her toes squeezed tightly together before she leaned her head back. Panting out his name, her bottom lip rolled between her teeth and her hand gripped against the cushion tightly. She brought him to a precipice of lust and he slowed down. His released a hard, shaken breath. The suction of her pussy clamped onto him and unwilling to let go made him release a long groan; bringing him closer to the brink.
Pulling out, he pressed the tip against her swollen entrance and pulled her back in slow and deep. The thought of Leon or Addie waking up with every slow thrust brought her closer to fruition. She was wound up and pulsing as she bucked back against him. How she lost all rational thought signaled to him that she was on the edge. Her pussy swelled, her voice carried between them, and her body released. In a long-winded pant, her arm buckled and she rode through an intense orgasm with her breath hitched in her throat.
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Dane’s hand was saturated. Instantly, he felt the spasms of her swollen tunnel. Giving in from her raw release, he pumped her hard and unrestrained through the end of her orgasm. Quinta's expression was locked by the intensity of his sex. His breath was hard and ragged when he finished. The clench of his hand on her hip was his sign before he let out a relieved grunt and hunched over; filling her and fucking back into his mess until completely empty.
He gave her everything.
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Pulling out, he grabbed her leg, turned her over, and drew her into his arms. Panting out harshly, she held around his back and crossed one leg over the other. They were a breathless, sweaty mess. Quinta was the first to break the silence, "Let's get out of 'ere before Addie wakes up for her nightly glass of water." She whispered with a laugh. Dane had honestly forgotten about the other two. Pulling away from him, she then crouched down and collected their clothes, "Shit. Me need to clean meself up." She pushed their clothes against Danes chest before hurrying for the guest bathroom. That's how it always went. The sex was amazing, but the cleanup that followed was a chore.
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Echoing her laugh, he got to his feet with the clothes in hand. Getting dressed, he went to Leon’s bedroom and found Addie was curled up against his back. He stared at them for a long moment before backing away and stepping into the guest bedroom. Stripping again, he climbed into the bed and laid there. He watched the back of Quinta’s frame silently unbeknownst to her. She pinned her hair up, rubbed her hands together, and started the shower. She tested the water with her hand before she shook it out and leaned her head back. Both eyes were shut and her hands gripped the back of her neck. Dane brought his arms beneath his head and stared. He released a relaxed sigh. Although he was completely exhausted and there was much to worry about, he knew this was his happiness, with Quinta, Leon and Addie safe at the end of the day.