The world was utterly drowned out as Sera made her way home. The muffled sounds of the cars as they drove by and the barely audible chatting of people passing by only slightly made it through her headphones, where her music was blasting in her ears. She only had a few more blocks until she reached her childhood home, which consisted of the 'American Dream' of the white picket fence and an oh-so-loving family. The Jameson family was well known for their generosity and kindness outside the baby-blue home, but inside, it was like a messed-up fairy tale movie. Her mother and father were well-known in the community and had a knack for always being the 'perfect couple.'
Sera scoffed if only they knew how they were on the inside. Cold and calculating, but that was only for their eldest adoptive stepchild. Sera turned on the corner of the street and made her way down the newly paved sidewalk where she could see her house in the distance. She twisted her wrist to look at the time to make sure she wasn't getting home too early from her run. The little display screen said 5:22 pm, but she noticed a little red dot on top of the screen. Curious, she flipped her phone out of her back pocket and clicked the power button. The screen on the phone had been shattered by her stepsister Marie, throwing it across the room in a tantrum that Sera wouldn't buy her alcohol for the party she was having about a week ago.
She flipped on the screen, typed in her code the best she could, and swiped down to her messages. When she saw her friend Scott text her, she was slightly jolted. He's been the only person in her life who didn't blame her for being born, and he's also the only person who ever bothered to wish her a happy birthday.
"Hey Baby, Happy birthday! Can't wait to celebrate later tonight with you! Remember 8 pm sharp." She smiled down at her phone and wrote a quick reply.
"Thank you! And don't worry, I remembered to be there at 8. See you then, and love you." Smiling, she slid her phone back into her pocket and jogged home. The piano music played in her headphones sounded brighter than before.
She made it down to her house and pushed open the white gate. She gently shut it behind her and clicked the lock in place. As she turned, she took in the home one last time. The freshly coated blue paint and the white shutters with perfectly carved square bushes sat next to the stairs leading up to the porch and screened-in front door.
After tonight, she hoped she would never have to step foot in this place again. After tonight, she would move in with Scott and finally know what it is to be loved and cared for in a home.
She allowed a little smile and made her way to the front door. She carefully pulled the door open and stepped inside as quietly as possible. All she had to do was make her way up to her room, and she would be able to get ready to leave for tonight.
She heard a movement in the kitchen as she shut the front door and quickly made her way to the stairs right next to her. She made it all three steps before she heard someone clear their throats behind her.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Sera grimaced, turned around, and smiled at her mother. Clearly, she had just gotten home from work; her red heels and white dress said as much. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and this godawful red lipstick smeared across her mouth.
"I'm just headed to my room to shower quickly, Mother." Sera clinched the stairwell rail and watched her mother's face frown.
"Why haven't you done your chores yet? You haven't cleaned today; you didn't prepare dinner. Did I raise such a lazy slob?" It was Sera's turn to frown. The house had been cleaned, and as for dinner, Friday was the one day they all went out to eat.
Sera took a deep breath and made sure to speak softly. "But mother, I have cleaned, and Friday night is the only night I am not required to make dinner because it's the family's relaxation night." Her mother scoffed and shuffled forward, her heels clacking on the floor until she reached Sera, shoving her manicured nail in her face so fast that Sera almost toppled over from backing up quickly.
"Lose the tone, you little brat. Did it ever occur to you to ask if we were eating out tonight, or were you too preoccupied with your little life to even do such an essential thing?" Sera stayed silent; she was used to this, and speaking up worsened it in the long run. "I put a roof over your head. I took you in when nobody wanted you, and this is how you treat your family; it's so selfish."
"I'm sorry; I'll start making dinner right now." Sera conceded. As she began to step down the stairs, her mother scoffed in her face.
"There's no point now. It's already too late for that. I made a reservation for tonight. Don't let me see your face until tomorrow, young lady." She paused, "Better yet, I think it's about time you found another place to sleep tonight. I don't feel like dealing with you right now."
Sera nodded numbly and walked up to her room. Thankfully, she didn't pass anyone else on the way there. She made it inside and clicked the lock on the door behind her. She smiled to herself. Her mother didn't know that after today, she would never have to see Sera again if everything went according to plan.
Hello Everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter of the new book. I appreciate that you took the time out of your day to read a humble author's work. Let me know if anything is grammatically incorrect or if you have any comments. I can't wait to continue this journey; even if nobody ever reads it, I am willing to take myself on a journey! Thank you again, and I hope to hear from you!
~E.C.
Sera sat on her bathroom sink and began to apply her makeup. Her long platinum hair was already curled and hung by her waist. She took the time to use just a little more brown eye shadow around her gray eyes. She didn't own much makeup, just a tiny four-color pallet, peachy blush, mascara, and neutral pink lipstick. She never really needed such things; even then, her cosmetics only cost her five dollars. She took her middle and ring finger, applied blush to her round cheeks, and then used lipstick on her full, rounded lips. She wouldn't say she was the most beautiful girl but wasn't ugly either. She hopped off the counter and looked at herself; she wasn't the skinniest girl on the planet. She had what most people would call a slim but curvy body, the perfect hourglass with wide hips and thick thighs but a smaller waist and appropriate-sized breasts for her frame, and it helped that she was only about 5'4. Yes, she was lovely in her fuzzy owl pajama bottoms and purple tank top.
Asher had kept his eye on her all night, even when another girl was climbing over him at the bar. He had seen her walk into the bar and look around. Her pretty little face was confused as she looked down at her phone and that oh-so-tiny dress that didn't quite fit her correctly. She had this softness to her features, and her pouty mouth made Asher shift in his seat. He downed another whiskey and handed it to the redhead, kissing his neck. He didn't need to tell her to get him another one. She knew the routine. "Asher." A voice pulled his attention from the girl across the bar long enough to see Xavier calling his name. "Are you even listening, man?" Asher nodded and smirked at Xavier. "What else would I be doing?" He chuckled as he leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "Couldn't tell you, but you look spaced out as hell. Something on your mind?" Xavier asked while putting his arm behind a brunette who was eyeing Asher. When she caught him looking at him, she
All Sera could do was stare up at the man who chose to hold her. His hand still cradled the back of her neck; their faces were so close that their noses briefly brushed as she shifted backward a bit to put some space between her and the stranger. The grip on her waist was firm yet softer than ever. From this close-up, she could see his eyes weren't gold but more of a caramel brown, with flecks of gold and green. Captivatingly dangerous is what they were. It felt like time had slowed as they stared at each other. "Ahem." Someone made a noise behind him. He jolted slightly at the noise as if he had been in his world, not paying attention to anything that happened around him. "Can you stand now?" He spoke softly as if he was afraid to scare her away. Why wouldn't he be afraid of that? He watched her meltdown moments before. She felt the warmth in her cheeks get worse, not from the attraction towards this random stranger but from the sudden embarrassment she was now feeling.
They rode in the car in complete silence. Asher glanced over at Sera as she stared out the window. Her eyes glazed over as she watched the passing buildings; what could make such a beautiful woman retreat into her mind so profoundly? Her eyes slowly traveled to his, and he glanced away. “You can go to my usual spot,” Asher leaned forward and instructed the driver. It was a quaint little bar down the road from his not-so-humble abode, where the drinks were free and the women eager. God, his best friend, would be highly displeased if he sent him home rather than take him with them. It was possibly his favorite place to let some steam off. “So…” Asher started. His words seemed to startle Sera out of her stupor, and she crossed her hands in her lap and looked at him. The smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. God, those eyes would be his undoing. “Who’s got you so down?” Asher asked, twisting his upper body to get more comfortable. Her fingers began intertwi
Sera's flats clacked and clunked against the concrete. She heard the door open from the bar and slammed shut, so she could only assume Asher was looking for her. She didn't have the energy to deal with another playboy tonight. Cars flew past her as they drove down the busy intersection. "Seraphina!" Asher called out from behind her. She could hear his footfalls against the sidewalk, even with the bustling street noise. Quicker than she wanted to admit, he had his hand wrapped around her arm, not hard enough to hurt but not loose enough that she could pull out of it. "Asher, I'm sorry. We will have to get drinks later. I don't have the energy right now." She tried shaking off his grip, but he remained firm. She refused to look at him and see pity in his eyes for the mess she was right now. "Look at me," he said. The deep timber of his voice radiated down her spine, and she turned her head to look up at him. To her surprise, she didn't see pity; she couldn't tell
Asher sat at his desk, filtering through important papers, but he wasn't reading anything. He couldn't help but think about what his driver, Rich, had told him. She couldn't help but think about Seraphina in a strange hotel room, dealing with the information about her treacherous boyfriend alone. "Fuuuuuuuu*ck." He sighed, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands on his head. This was his father's old office when he used to live in the manor. It still had the old cigar smell stuck in the mahogany desk. The bookshelf was covered in random books that his father never let him look at as a child, and paintings of his grandfathers covered the dark walls. It was like a damn tome in this god-forsaken room; the only light was coming from the old but luxurious lamp and the fireplace in the corner. Asher stood up, walked toward the fireplace, grabbed his glass container filled with whiskey, and poured himself a glass, watching the flames flickering. He not so gracefully flopped himse
Sera rolled over on the plush bed, and the clock on the nightstand lit up at 12:47. She had only been asleep for a while. Usually, she doesn't wake up like this. Bang, Bang. The noise on her hotel door damn near made her jump out of her skin. Her breathing picked up slightly, and she slid off the bed and tiptoed to the door. What if it was Scott? She didn't want to deal with him tonight. Worse, what if her family demanded that she return home to keep their free maid service? She peeked out the peephole and saw a familiar dark-headed man. "Damni*t..." She groaned. Reaching for the handle that she now realized she hadn't locked, she swung the door open. "What on God's green earth are you doing here?" She said, throwing a hand to her hip and tilting her head. Asher leaned against the door frame and got a hair's breadth from her face. "Aren't you going to ask how I found you?" He gave a devious smile as he boldly looked down at her borderline nude body; she quick
She held his stare before she said, "Let's do it." Asher smirked and nodded. "However." As soon as the words left her lips, he groaned. He couldn't help but feel slightly impressed by her tenacity; it's precisely what he would have done. He would've made his terms and conditions before agreeing wholeheartedly to anything. "Alright then," Asher smirked, leaning further into her; his weight made her thighs spread further around him until he was kneeling ideally in between her legs. Her face lit up with a pink blush, and the gasp that left her lips had Ashers' body on edge. He could imagine it now. Sera on her back underneath him, making those slight gasps as he worshiped her body, as he braced himself in between her legs and- "Nothing gets complicated; once the contract is over, that's it, we both go on our way." Her words jolted him out of his not-so-innocent thoughts; she tilted her chin up defiantly. "I also have the right to call it off if I believe it's going too far." As