I hope you all have been enjoying the story! I just wanted to quickly announce the way this chapter will play out, there's a song attached, sooo when you see
"***🎵🎵**"
somewhere attached in this chapter, play the song.
(The length of the song might be short, so make sure to replay it to get the full effect 😉😉)
I really hope you all enjoy! This chapter for some random reason it made my heart cry while writing LOL!
Okay, I'm out of here! Enjoy 😉
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Hisoka leaned against the wall with a drink in his hand. His body stands tall and strong, from chiseled jawline to his soft-looking pink lips; temptation wants me to loose to him tonight but my pride has other plans. As I continue to look at him from the corner of my eye, he quickly catches me watching and gives me a dirty smirk...
Oh, you dirty fucking son of a bitch...
He looks away and raises the cup of alcohol to his lips and drinks. As I watch him swallow the burning alcohol, I see a girl in a long black low cut dress heading for Hisoka. Her hair is short and black, with a beautiful golden chain decorating her plump chest. She walks towards him seductively, her small hips swaying from side to side. The way she walked reminded me of a model cat-walking in her red heels.
Mhhh what is she to you? A past lover? A mistress?
Her lips wear a big smile and he extends his hand to greet her. He pulls her close and she rests her hand on his chest, fiddling with his tie. I can't tell what they are talking about but I know I've had enough of his shit. She's laughing and giggling in his arms and his hands gently caress her body gently pulling her in deeper in his arms, she doesn't try to stop him.
Fucking son of a bitch you've really tried it, I'm going to fucking blow that dirty smirk off your face tonight.
I look away and I can feel my chest tighten into a knot like a cramp and a quiet rage builds inside, but I must keep my cool. I could see the brown-haired bartender make his way to me. I lean on the bar, my black hair lying over one shoulder of my silk dress. I lolled my head to one side, pushing out my lips just a little. My flirting got to him, as he sent a soft smirk back at me.
His beautiful dark skin glistened with the lighting of the room and his brown eyes were focused on me. His tall body leaned and his strong arms waved around mixing drinks. As soon as he finished severing the other people he made his way to me. The smoke twisted in its artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights.
