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Friday, August 27 2017 9:10 pm
Hydrangea Park
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"Don't take drinks from men unless you plan to fuck them"
Amia had never been so embarrassed in her life. Her entire face flushed bright red and she immediately covered her face with her hands. The man in front of her drunkenly laughed. It was a hearty laugh, as though he had not seen anything so humorous in a long time. She peeked out from between her fingers and it only made him laugh harder. He pushed away from her and sat down on the bench.
"Did you think I was going to kiss you?" He chuckled and took a long sip from his beer can.
"N-no!" Amia stammered, unconvincing even to her own ears. She moodily returned the can of beer to him and opened a new one of her own. She then drank half of it to hide her embarrassment.
"Yea right, girls are all the same." He snorted and relaxed further into the bench.
"What are you talking about?" Amia swallowed and narrowed her eyes at him. He cocked his head towards her, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.
"All girls want me to kiss them." He replied. Amia felt her blush of embarrassment dissipate and was quickly replaced by irritation.
"You think much too highly of yourself..." She said as she rolled her eyes. "What was your name again?"
"Sylas." He answered but the smirk of arrogance didn't disappear from his features. His name rang familiar in her buzzed mind but she pushed it aside. She had known at least three different men named Sylas in high school, though none were so arrogant as this one.
"Okay Sylas, not everyone is like that." She mumbled as she rummaged around in her purse for her phone.
"Is it because you have a boyfriend?"
"No," She replied distantly, too preoccupied with her search. When she did manage to find it she swiped it open to check her messages but found none. She sighed, the battery was almost dead too. "I...I actually don't have one. Not anymore."
A dark cloud came over her, filling her with regret. Her shoulders slumped and she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. The man named Sylas seemed to pick up on her morose aura and cleared his throat. She rested her chin on the top of her knees and took a small sip of beer.
"Alright then uh-"
"Amia."
"Okay Amia, why are you so different? What does an 'Amia' like?" He asked.
"I don't know..." Amia mumbled as she tried to think of something that made her different from all of the other girls he seemed to have encountered. She didn't really find herself to be that unique of a person. "I like to garden."
"So I'm guessing bugs don't freak you out?" He questioned sardonically and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Of course not! It is vital that a good gardener coexists with the bugs in her garden. They are very important parts of the ecosystem!" Amia reprimanded, channeling the spirit of her childhood friend and expert entomologist, Rio. They didn’t talk anymore but she remembered all of the tips he’d given her on insects and their benefits. She felt her blush return to her cheeks when Sylas smirked at her passionate flare up.
"I like tomatoes."
Amia blinked at the dry statement as he stared back at her. His face was deadly serious, much too serious to be talking about a fruit. She felt her face twitch and then a smile emerged. Before she knew it she was laughing unreasonably but it felt good. As she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye she noticed that Sylas had a genuine, albeit minuscule, smile on his face. It wasn't a smirk or a grimace, the only two expressions he'd appeared capable of, but a real smile. It only served to make her laugh even harder.
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Friday August 27 , 2017 11:25p
Abekawa Bridge
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"You don't have *hic* to walk me home." Amia slurred as she swayed on the last step up to the pedestrian bridge. Sylas grabbed her upper arm to keep her from falling backward and pulled her close to his side.
"You're drunk." He said and Amia glared at him.
She then poked his shoulder and tried to take her blazer from his possession. He only held it further away from her grasp. That wasn't a fair statement. He had drunk just as much, if not more than she had.
"So are you uu uu." She huffed and began to walk forward but tripped over her own two feet. Sylas roughly grabbed her again before she could hit the pavement.
"If you fall off of this damn bridge, I'm not jumping in after you."
Despite the harshness of his words, the low tenor of his voice and proximity made her blush. She bit her lower lip and looked away but looped her left arm through his right to keep steady. Cars bustled past them, their headlights giving the pair only momentary reprises from the darkness that surrounded them. Amia looked to her right at the river that glistened with the refracted light from the moon. She usually never got to enjoy peaceful nights like this, especially not with company such as this. The pair walked in perfect lock step with one another as though they had taken this path many times before. Amia felt her blush receded and her level of comfort increase with each step forward.
"This bridge has not changed at all." Sylas mumbled and Amia nodded her head in agreement.
"I used to come here when I was younger. Just to think." She sighed and felt the vibration through her arm from a contained chuckle.
"I did too."
"Why?" Amia asked bluntly, her inebriated state making her feel bold enough to ask such a personal question.
Sylas dropped his arm and walked to the railing that overlooked the river. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pensively stared at the dark water below.
"When I first came here, I was running away from home." He began and Amia stepped closer to stand beside him. "I wasn't very secure then. I was just being an obnoxious child in hindsight but I just wanted my parents' attention. They were always focused on my older brother's accomplishments and accolades. When they weren't focused on him, they compared me to him. I just wanted them to notice me for me. I thought the best way to do that was to make them see what it was like to not have me around."
Sylas turned to her and smirked at the worried expression on her face. He cupped her cheek with his hand and his thumb caressed the flushed skin, leaving warm trails with every stroke. She leaned into his touch.
"Don't look like that." He chuckled. "I got as far as the foot of the bridge when my brother found me and dragged me back home. My mom went on a tirade when we got back."
Amia smiled and turned to lean against the railing.
"Well, I don't think you have changed much from when you were a kid." She giggled drunkenly and he quirked an eyebrow at her. "You're still rather obnoxious."
His smirk widened as he turned her back around to face him and pressed her against the railing. Amia's breath hitched as he allowed their jackets to fall from his grasp and onto the pavement. Her heart rate quickened as he held her shoulders and leaned down. She stood frozen, eyes wide, as his lips captured hers. She hadn't been kissed in so long that the act of another's person's lips upon her stunned her body.
This kiss was different from what she had previously experienced. She couldn't quite place her finger on why, her mind was much too fuzzy for those kinds of analytics, but the spark that she felt when his lips pressed against her was undeniable. Just as soon as it began, it ended. Sylas backed away, an uncharacteristically sheepish look on his face. Her eyes were still wide as she pressed her fingertips to her still tingling lips.
The sensation spread from her lips to the tips of her toes. Her entire body felt as though it was electrified from the short encounter. That was odd. How was it possible that this man was able to elicit such a strange reaction. What exactly was this? She took a step closer to him. Was it a one-off thing? Would she feel the same if she were to kiss him a second time? She closed the distance between them, pressing her chest up against him, and standing on her toes to reach him. She barely brushed against his lips but a much more intense shock ran through her from their second try. She tried to take a step back but Sylas wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His lips touched hers for the third time, the sensation was immediate and fierce.
This was not a kiss. This was something else entirely, something dangerous. One of his arms let her go and a hand tangled itself in her hair. He licked her bottom lip as though asking for permission to deepen the kiss.
In the back of her mind, she knew that doing so was treacherous but she wasn't prepared for what became her undoing. His tongue expertly explored every inch of her mouth, she struggled to keep above the flood of sensations that crashed over her but it was no use. She had never been kissed in such a way before. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt in a desperate effort to remain standing. She was utterly unprepared. When their kiss ended, he looked down at her with eyes that were much darker than the night sky above them.
"Stay with me."
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Saturday, August 28, 2017 12:45 am
Unknown Hotel
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Amia gasped as her back slammed against the door to Sylas’ hotel room. As soon as the door had shut, he had taken complete possession of her body. The kisses, the touches, they all made her feel lightheaded and out of control of her own actions. It was a feeling she wasn't quite sure how to grasp but she knew she wanted some semblance of control. She pushed him off of her and he stumbled back a bit, bumping into a side table and knocking over the lamp on top of it. It fell to the floor with a crash that went ignored by both occupants. Amia felt her center warm at the mix of surprise and lust on his face. She wondered how long she could keep that look on his face.
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Slowly she approached him and stood between his legs. Sylas leaned down to kiss her but she avoided his lips. She looked up at him coyly and tugged at the tie around his neck to loosen it. The silk slipped from under his collar easily, falling to the floor in a much less violent way than the lamp had. He laid hot kisses on her neck as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Her hands shook with an intoxicating confliction of nervousness and excitement. He was patient with her up until the last button came undone. When his shirt joined his tie on the floor, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed something hard against her stomach. Amia felt her cheeks flush redder than they ever had before as he smirked in satisfaction. Curiously, she ran her hands over his broad shoulders, relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips.
He shivered under her touch and she tried to retract her hand but he grabbed her wrist and kept her firmly in place. He pulled her even closer and captured her lips with his. This time she was much more prepared to deal with the onslaught that kissing him entailed. His tongue guided hers and encouraged her to explore his mouth as thoroughly as he seemed to enjoy hers. They fell into a rhythm, only coming up for air when it was absolutely necessary.
His hands slid down her waist and thighs and back up again in a tantalizingly slow manner. When she squirmed, he smirked over her lips and grabbed her butt with both hands. She gasped and returned the gesture with a much more feverish kiss. His fingers fiddled with the zipper on the back of her skirt and slowly unzipped it. The loose skirt fell into a puddle of previously discarded clothing at her feet.
His hand cupped her damp center, causing her to break their kiss. She sucked in a deep breath as he pushed her underwear to the side and gently teased her clit with his thumb. Her eyes slid close and she bucked involuntarily into his hand. He chuckled at her reaction but did not give her time to recover from the surprise. He slid his middle finger into her wet pussy and she sucked in a sharp breath. His finger curled inside of her, reaching a spot that she would never be able to get to on her own.
"More." She mewled as he hips met his finger thrust for thrust.
"So fucking tight." He groaned as he added his index finger.
Amia allowed her head to fall into the crook of his shoulder as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. The pleasure he was sending through her body was more than she could handle when he began using his thumb to tease her clit in time with his thrust. Quickly she became undone as his fingers coaxed an orgasm out of her. Her walls clenched his fingers as she came for the first time in a long time.
Her knees went weak and she felt herself slump forward, her entire body whirring from its recent release. Sylas didn't let her fall too far, instead, sliding off the end table and scooping her up into his arms. Amia squeaked when she felt her legs fly up from under her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"This is far from over, Amia." He muttered huskily into her ear and she felt her body quiver with anticipation.
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Saturday, August 28 2017 9:00 am
Unknown Hotel
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Amia groaned as she finally began to regain consciousness. Her head was pounding in her skull, reminding her of the regretful decision of over indulgence. She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids proved too heavy for such an endeavor. Giving up, she curled into the warmth to her right but froze when she felt something hard. The events of the previous night flooded her senses, causing to groan at how reckless she had been. The warm body chuckled and patted her now tangled curls.
"You're finally awake." He said accompanied by the sound of rapid typing.
She slowly opened her eyes to look up at the unfamiliar man she'd somehow allowed herself to sleep with. Although… they hadn't done much sleeping. Her limbs felt weak and her center was sore but her body was relaxed despite the discomfort. Sylas, on the other hand, did not seem to be tired in any sense. He looked just as comfortable shirtless as he had in a suit. His back was propped up against a pile of pillows as he typed away on the computer in his lap. Outside of his messy hair, he looked utterly perfect. Upon further inspection, she noticed that that wasn't true. Amia felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she spotted a bright red hickey on his otherwise perfectly pale skin.
She brought the hotel sheets up over her head to hide her embarrassment and shock. She had never done anything like this before. How had she allowed herself to do this? This was something Iris or Ellie did. Their escapades and exploits were always a guilty pleasure she enjoyed hearing about over brunch. Their descriptions of the walk of shame were enough to dissuade her from trying anything so scandalous. Her father would have her head if the press ever caught wind of her doing such a thing. Her nickname around the office would changed from the ‘failed heiress’ to the ‘whore heiress’-
"Why are you hiding now?" Sylas chuckled next to her as they tried to pull the sheet out of her iron clad grip. "You certainly weren't this bashful last night."
Amia shivered involuntarily as she remembered exactly how bashful she had not been. The thought of how bold she had been only deepened her embarrassment. After a moment he stopped pulling on the sheet and she heard him shut his laptop. The bed shifted as he put his laptop on the floor. Her grip on the sheet lessened as she anticipated his full departure. That was a mistake. He climbed over her snatched the sheet from her head but allowed the rest of her body to remain covered.
"You are being ridiculous." He said as they played tug of war with her sheet.
"I-I-I I've never done anything like this!" She squeaked when she finally gave up on trying to wrest the sheet from his grasp.
"Really?" He replied with a smirk. "Could have fooled me."
Before she could retaliate the room was filled with heavy metal music by the nightstand. Amia knew that ringtone anywhere. Her sister was trying to call her. Sylas reached over to the nightstand to grab her phone and handed it to her. It was Aviva sure enough. She glanced at the battery level and noticed that it was full. She didn't remember putting it on a charger though. She looked over at Sylas who just shrugged his shoulders. Amia sat up and clutched the sheet to her chest as she answered the called.
"Amia finally!" Aviva whispered furiously. "I have been trying to call you for hours!"
"I'm sorry I got caught up at-" she started and bit her bottom when she felt Sylas begin to kiss the space between her neck and shoulder. "at, at the um office!"
"Yea, yea, spare me the excuse. I need you ASAP!"
In the background, Amia heard Aviva let out a curse followed by the sound of falling. Amia frowned as she held the phone closer to her ear.
"Dammit, that was close!"
"Aviva, where are you?"
"Let's just say I'm stuck in the garden because...reasons..." Aviva whispered guiltily. Amia felt her eye twitch. It appeared that she wasn't the only one in the Hato household to have stayed out.
"I'll be home soon. Go hide in the pool house. The gardener will be coming to do his rounds soon."
"Thanks, sis!" Aviva whispered and hung up the phone.
Amia wrapped the sheet around her torso and quickly began running around the room to locate her things. The room was a complete and total wreck. There was a shoe in the corner and ugly black panties on the dresser. When she grabbed them they still felt damp, she glanced over at the man in the bed watching her every move. She balled the underwear up in her hand and continued her collection. Her shirt lay near the door but she could find her skirt or bra. Sylas seemed to find her mad dash amusing for he did not lift a finger to help. He was more than content just sitting on the bed watching her run around the room.
"Skirt is in the living room." He informed her when she was already halfway under the bed in search of it.
Amia nodded and clutched the articles of clothing she did have to her chest as she went in search of it. When she had gathered everything, sans bra, she all but ran back into the bedroom and through the only other door that she assumed led to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her, she shed the sheet she had been holding onto for dear life and put on her clothing from the previous night. When she was dress satisfactory enough, although extremely wrinkled, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and had to do a double-take. She almost didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. She reached up and gingerly touched the bird's nest that was her hair and winced. This was going to take forever to detangle. She swiftly pulled her dry, tangle hair up into a messy bun but still frowned at her rough handiwork. She then reached for the mouthwash and did a quick gargle and rinse to get the taste of stale liquor and morning breath out of her mouth.
Her phone vibrated again and she looked down to see a new message from Ellie. One of twenty-two unread messages to be exact. Amia sighed as she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had selfishly forgotten all about her friends last night. Amia slumped down onto the toilet and held her head in her hands. She needed a plan of action. A way to explain to everyone where she'd been any she hadn't answered any calls. She also needed to figure out a way out of this hotel room and away from the devil incarnate. She frowned. She was an adult. She had nothing to be ashamed of, he certainly wasn't. All she needed to do was channel Iris's confidence and Ellie's courage and she would be alright. She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door before she lost her nerve.
Sylas was still sitting on the bed where she'd left him although he had now reopened his laptop and was typing away. Amia gulped and took a step into the room. He glanced up at her briefly but returned to whatever he was working on.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked distractedly, his brow creasing to concentrate on whatever was on his screen.
"Yes." She answered softly as she tried to keep some semblance of confidence and force in her voice.
"I assume that we won't see each other again. That's usually how these things work."
Amia frowned. Somehow the idea of never seeing him again didn't quite sit right. It couldn't be helped though. It was doubtful that they would cross paths again and at the moment she had no desire to pursue anything more permanent with anyone. For what it was though, for what she had experience for just one night, it had been exhilarating.
"G-goodbye, Sylas." She said and he finally looked up from his computer screen.
A brief look of surprise and a hint of something else flitted across his face but his expression quickly returned to its normal state of impassivity.
"Goodbye, Amia."
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Saturday, August 28 2017 11:51 am
Restaurant Assoscia
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Aviva chanted repeated as she jogged in place in the elevator.
Even though Amia did not exactly share in her little sister's mantra, the feeling was mutual. The eldest kept pressing the close button to what could quite possibly be labeled the slowest elevator. They were going to make it to this meeting by the skin of teeth. Her father was undoubtedly disappointed by their lack of presence based on the phone call of nervous secretary. Amia could only imagine the tongue lashing they would receive at the conclusion of this meeting. From the tone of the secretary, this was not to be an ordinary luncheon. She glanced at her anxious little sister and took a deep breath. Whatever it was, It had to be something important for him to allow Aviva to attend.
As the elevator made its slow ascent, Amia checked her appearance her reflection of the silver doors. She adjusted the collar of her blouse and tugged at the edge of her suit jacket. There was not a wrinkle in sight but she couldn't help the uneasy feeling that continued to mount within her. The elevator doors finally dinged open to reveal an elegant hallway full of marble and gold trim. A service man took a low bow when they exited and led them down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing ominously against the walls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Aviva whispered under breath as they approached the double doors that held their meeting place.
Amia took a deep breath and placed a hand on the ornate gold doorknob only to have Aviva place a hand over hers. She looked at her little sister, perplexed as to why she would be willing to stall even a moment longer.
"Don't tell Dad I was out okay?" She said hastily, her eyes darting everywhere else but at Amia. "Please?"
"You were out?" Amia replied with a small, knowing smile. She herself didn't want to be ousted for her own indiscretions.
Aviva smiled broadly and gave her a quick hug before opening the door. Inside of the room, her father and Ezra were already seated stoically next to one another behind an elaborate banquette table. Ezra rose to acknowledge the sisters' entrance but their father remained seated, his face an unreadable mask. Amia slid into a seat beside Ezra while Aviva sat on the other side of their father. She eyed the banquette table with curiosity and noticed that it was set for four extra people. She quirked an eyebrow at Ezra and he tapped her knee under the table, their signal that he would fill her in later. Just as the sisters had settled into their seats, the door to the banquette hall opened again and all four Hatos were on their feet.
Amia placed one hand over the other in front of her and smiled at their new occupants in practiced time with her family members. Careful to look at a random spot just past their heads so she didn’t look nervous. She heard a sharp intake of breath from the group and her eyes had no choice but to look at the newcomers directly.
In front of her were one woman and three men standing in the doorway. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach as she made eye contact with one of the men who appeared just as shocked as she was. Her heart rate increased as they came closer and closer. All of the blood drained out of her body as she pinched the inside of her arms to wake herself up but to no avail. This was not a dream. Standing before her was none other than the man whose bed she had just left this morning. This had to be a mistake. There was no way that this was happening! Her father cleared his throat before speaking up to acknowledge the new arrivals.
"Welcome. I am so pleased that you and your family were able to find or meeting place so easily." Arlo said and waved a hand in the direction of the family of four as he turned to his own. "May I introduce Felix, Maria, Ira, and Sylas of the Uri Corporation."
"We look forward to working closely with you and your family." The Felix Uris said with a deferential nod and her father returned the gesture.
"Likewise."