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with my ex-boyfriend, Brice. That’s when the darkness had completely taken me over. I was either in a drunken haze or high all the time, trying to escape his abuse and neglect and my mother’s hold over me until I had felt so damaged and so undone that I had taken half a bottle of his sleeping pills to put my demons to rest. I had found him in our bed with his ex that night and it was my undoing.
    I had come so far in my life since that raging alcoholic of a cheating bastard, but I was a long way from where I longed to be. I went from an emotionally abusive alcoholic cheater to a mentally abusive asshole cheater. Why couldn’t I have someone who took care of me? I imagined myself roaming from room to room, waiting for green eyes to appear. I was so confused. I needed to sleep this off and return to my real life where I could make some life changing decisions.
     
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    Gabriel
     
    I wandered around the club while she caught up with her friend. I wasn’t ready for her to see me just yet, so I stayed in the shadows. Watching her was an obsession and I knew it, but I couldn’t care less. She was the most beautiful fucking creature I’d ever seen and I wanted her to be mine. But first I wanted to learn every possible detail about her that I could without her knowing. She was a fascinating creature of habit, doing almost the same thing every day. Through her monotony, though, there was something creeping around in her mind. I’d read her thoughts a few times while she read the different romance genres. She was extremely interested in the alpha male character that had taken the reading world by storm recently. My little kitten had a very dirty imagination. I knew some of her fantasies included being tied up, or spanked, or fucked outside where she might be caught. One fantasy she’d had recently involved some very naughty things in an alley.
    I knew I could make every one of these fantasies come true, if only I could get her to see me for who, and what, I really was. Oh, and after she had kicked that asshole to the curb. Speaking of fantasies, mine had just pulled her friend onto the dance floor. I watched her body thrash around to the heavy guitar sounds of Bush and shoved my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching out and touching her. I wanted that thrashing to be against me. I wanted to feel those tits bouncing against me as she danced. I could only imagine how delicious they would taste. My cock started to swell as she flipped her hair around. Fuck, I needed a drink.
    I went to the bar and ordered a beer and took a few long swallows, continuing to watch her change rhythms as the song’s beat changed. What would it be like to make her strip to this song for me? Would she be shy? Or would she take control and flaunt that perfect body? Watching her go back to the other side of the bar and down another shot, made me want to show her I was there. I knew she had to be relaxed now that she’d been drinking. Another Bush song came on the jukebox and she was visibly excited. Her friend stumbled off in the direction of the restroom, but she decided to dance anyway.
    She swayed her hips and raised her arms in the air, completely in her own world. As she closed her eyes, I hoped she was wondering about me. Her body moved in unbelievably sexy ways and I needed her to know I was there. I stared at her hard, willing her to face my direction. I could see it the moment she realized someone was watching her. Pulling my hood up, I watched as she surveyed the room, looking for the person intruding on her private dance. When her eyes found mine, she froze for a split second. Again the lyrics aligned perfectly with the moment as I mouthed that she had a beautiful taste. Her eyes widened but she kept dancing, slowing her movements down slightly. Her eyes never left mine as her hips moved back and forth and she ran her fingers through her hair. She was fucking dancing just for me. My dick was so hard I could feel it pressing