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Scandalous. [RP]

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ThugWorkout wrote:
Dymitrius reached forward, placing his wine down on the coffee he adjusted his Indy so that he could hold her in his arms, his hand resting in the back of her head, stroking it gently in a soothing manner. "Wait.. he beings other women home now, what the fuck? How long has that been going on Hailee?" He asked, furious. He hardly knew anything about her but he knew for sure she didn't deserve to be treated like that. He eased her into his lap, her little butt fitting perfectly on his thiCC thighs and he he,d her hand, his mother stroking her hair. "You need to get out, you can't stay in this. And anything I can do, anything.. just.. just tell me.." his voice faded as his lips closed in with hers, the emotion overwhelming him and he couldn't hold back any longer. She needed someone who adored her and well so far, D was besotted.

Martina cackled naughtily, now the tables had turned and she was no longer being taunted with her nightmare, thank god. "I loved that day, you got me the biggest fluff of candy floss and then tried to hide behind it, but the clown just found you through it instead." Grinning cheekily, she lay back comfortably on her pillows, turning the television down, she turned to him, her fingertips running gently up the prominent vein in his hand. His hands were always rough and yet against her skin felt so gentle and caring. It felt weird, being so comfortable around Finlay, it were as if they had never been apart and their life had been in standstill. "Well thank you very much.. it's. ice hearing that from you.." her smile a little shy, she pushed her fringe from her face, her arms behind her head as she watched him for a moment.

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Hailee couldn't believe she was opening up about all the shit things that were going on in her life, her marriage, to someone she barely knew and hadn't seen in over ten years. Blame the alcohol. She thought to herself as she nibbled down on her lip, "yeah, sometimes more than just one." she fell silent, there was nothing more embarrassing than admitting she was not even able to keep her own husband amused. "there is nothing you could do without putting yourself in a dangerous position D.." she said quietly and before she knew it his lips were against hers and she was kissing him back, her body shifting from her own seat onto his lap before pulling away from him, a moment of possible realisation hitting her, " you aren't just doing this to get back at Marcus are you.. because I don't want to be a pawn in someone elses game."

Finlay shook his head, that day at the circus was traumatising but the way it had made Martina laugh and smile was something he held on too, "that candy floss was the best part of the show," he chuckled before finishing off the last of his hot chocolate and slipped off of the bed. He quickly wriggled out of his jeans and placed them over on the seat in the corner of her room before taking off his shirt as well. Once he was down to his boxers he clambered back into her bed, this time under the warmth of the duvet. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her the entire time, slipping his hand back into hers and squeezing it lightly. "so this is what adult sleepovers feel like huh." he said with a grin spread across his face, "disappointed about the lack of pillow fights and gossiping but very grateful for the great company I've found myself in."

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Shaking his head, D just couldn't understand it. If he had someone as loyal as her waiting for him at home every night, looking so god damn gorgeous, he would most likely never even leave the house. He'd never found someone make him feel this sort of way and though they still hardly knew each other, it just felt so right. A grin spread across his lips as she slid onto his lap, one hand resting on the side of her neck, the other on the arch of her back, holding her tightly to his body as they're shared a rather heated kiss. Pulling away only briefly to shake his head. "Not being funny but that asshole is the last thing in my mind right now, Hailee. I've wanted to kiss you all night but I just wasn't sure how you'd feel. I'm glad you didn't push me away straight away."

Martina couldn't keep her eyes off Finlay as he undressed. Nothing had changed, the same muscular physique, his little perky butt, long strong legs, and the smallest amount of hair covering his chest. Perfection. "Those skinny jeans get tighter and tighter every day, Fin." Laughing softly, she pulled the duvet right up to her chin once they'd were both in bed, shuffling closer to him, taking it a little slow. It had been years since she'd shared a bed with anyone. Resting one of her legs over his, and her left hand on his chest, a sigh of relief fell from her lips. "I mena we can gossip if you want to but I'm far too tired for a pillow fight. I know how to wake you up now, though." Turning the television off completely, she simply gazed at him for a while. It felt so perfect and complete. But it was only A matter of time until it all had to come crashing down, and he had to find out the truth about Rosita.

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Hailee couldn't believe this was happening, someone actually wanted her for.. well her rather than for some sort of gain or an advancement on her husband. Her whole life had revolved around others, she was orphaned at a young age and grew up in a foster home with no one ever showing interest in her, then married someone who wanted her because she was eye candy and useful for his job. But now Dymitrius was here, kissing her and he had wanted to all night. It was magical. "you must have a death wish." she laughed softly before kissing him again anyway. He had made his choice, D was a big boy.. he could take care of himself, right?

"One of these days I should just change to those leggings you use to wear when we went to the gym." Finlay said with a grin showing on his face as he remembered those leggings.. but he quickly snapped out of it, not wanting to live in a fantasy world all evening. He wriggled himself down so he was lying with his head on the pillow beside her, a yawn escaping through his lips as he rolled onto his side so that he was facing her, "you know what. I think you are right about the whole being tired thing. My eyes are barely staying open. Perhaps we can have a good gossip and pillow fight in the morning." he said smiling at her before kissing her softly on the nose, just like he use to do before they went to sleep.

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Dymitrius was glad he finally had permission, he could get what he wanted and more thank god. Resting a hand just under each of her thighs he swiftly lifted her up off the sofa, their lips connected at all times. "Death wish? Maybe. Fancy the shit off you since my eyes landed in you this evening? Definitely." Laughing softly, he carried her up the stairs and into the first bedroom he came across, which was rather coincidently, the master bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he dropped her gently onto the edge and then with his torso, pushed her so that she was lying, resuming their rather spicy kiss, his hands now wandering the entirety of her body at a phenomenal speed. Slipping his Tshirt over his head. His lips attacking the crook of her neck passionately.

Martina couldn't stop the giggles that kept leaving her mouth, Finlay always knew how to make her laugh and he was such a positive person, it was almost impossible to be miserable around him for her. Wrinkling her nose up in a rather cute manner, she squeezed his hand, a yawn escaping her mouth seconds after he did, she grinned, "the yawn train has arrived apparently. God I can't remember being up this later since I stopped breastfeeding Rosita when she was 16 months old. Sorry, my life is so boring, it's probably sending you to sleep even quicker." Staring up at the ceiling for a moment, she bit down on her bottom lip, before eventually turning back to him. "Fin.. I love you." She whispered quietly.

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±the morning after±

Hailee's eyes opened slowly, her head pounding a little from the alcohol she had consumed from last night. Rolling over her body hit into Dymitrius, oh shit.. she thought to herself as she sat herself up. It wasn't that she had forgotten it had happened, more that it had happened in Marcus' bed and that Dymitrius was still here. She quickly shimmied out of bed and grabbed one of her jumper dresses, pulling it on and tying her hair up. Reaching for her handbag she pulled out her phone to see if her husband had texted her and he had, Hey baby I'm on my way back, will be home around 10 x. Her eyes moved to the top corner of her phone 9.35 "oh fuck." she said out loud before moving over to the other side of the bed and prodding dymitrius arm, "hey you gotta wake up like .. now."

Finlay had risen much earlier than Martina and wanted to surprise her. He had snuck out of the bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs into her kitchen. Searching through the fridge he decided to make his famous scrambled eggs and bacon. This had started off as his hangover cure until Martina had fallen in love with it so he had made it whenever she stayed over at his. He prepared it all, dishing it up on the plate and pouring her a glass of fresh orange juice. He moved it all onto a tray and carried it upstairs, "rise and shine sleepy pants" he said as she rose from her slumber, "I made you a little something..hope you don't mind."

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Dymitrius couldn't quite believe his luck. Sleeping with what he classed as one of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid his eyes on, and being able to spend the full night with her, in her husbands bed. That was something else. A world of its own, a new achievement in his life, that was for sure. Being rudely awoken from his slumber, he groaned, rolling onto his back, opening one eye to look up at Hailee. "Hey what's the rush? I thought we could hang out or whatever today, I thought you said Marcus was out of town?" Seeing the urgency on her face, D decided to sit up anyway and got out of bed, pulling his boxers back on, and then his jeans and tight fitting shirt. "I'm guessing I'm. It even allowed breakfast?" He teased, pausing to rest his hand on the back of her neck and give her a kiss.

Martina had never felt so content in her sleep before. To feel so happy and someone beside her, the warmth of someone's so familiar, she was satisfied. For now. Her nose began twitching, the essence of freshly cooked breakfast wafting up the stairs and into her room awoke her from her deep sleep, and she pushed herself up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, but immediately she had a grin plastered on her lips. It wasn't just a dream after all, it was all real. "Morning boy pants." Sticking her tongue out at him, her eyes lit up, seeing the wonderful creation he had made. "Oh my god, you remembered. My favourite breakfast of all time. You always used to make this for me." Reaching over, she planted a kiss on Finlay's face, before picking up her fork and digging in, dipping a rasher of bacon into the eggy goodness. Glancing at the clock every now and then to keep an eye on the time.

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Hailee's lips turned into a smile when he mentioned them hanging out before she snapped back to reality, "well unfortunately he is coming home in about twenty minutes," she paused, trying to calm herself down from the panic she was in, "but we can still hang out. You wanted me to help you with photographing your bar, I'll tell him I've got a job." She kissed him back, slipping her arm around his neck and holding him close to her a little bit longer. "you can treat me for breakfast in say.. half an hour?" she laughed, god this was going to be insane. Sneaking around her husband like this was just ridiculous but she was also excited. Turning out of the bedroom she ran down the stairs to clear up the glasses and place the empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. She heard the car pull up outside, "fucking hell he's early, Dymitrius you are gonna have to go out the back come on," she said hurrying him towards the backdoor.

Finlay stuck his tongue out right back at her, they were still kids at heart which was good. "How could I forget, princess?" he chuckled as he handed her the tray and sat himself down on the side of the bed he slept on. He picked up the television controller and put the tv on, "oo Jeremy Kyle is on" he said with an excited little squeal as he turned the sound up and set the controller down on the bed side table. "do you need to be somewhere?" he said, nodding his head towards the clock she kept checking. " I can get going if you want, just say the word. I don't want to over stay my welcome." he ruffled his hair about as his concentration went back to the show, laughing at a man failing a lie detector test and trying to explain how he didn't sleep with both the twins; a rather amusing argument to get to witness.

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Dymitrius pulled her body to his and kissed her for a little while longer before he was ushered downstairs, barely being allowed to even pull his socks over his toes before his shoes were on. "Meet me at my club and I'll take you to breakfast somewhere round there. I know his guys don't hang around that end too often so we should be safe if anyone actually does see us." Pushing his hair from his face, he glanced a two his leather jacket. "Id say keep it but that would probably land you in a lot of trouble." He laughed, picking it up as he was being pushed to the back door by her tiny little hands. "Okay okay I get it, I'll see you in a bit." Pressing one final kiss to her lips, he shrugged his jacket on and slipped out through the back door.

Martina was on cloud nine. Ten years had separated them and yet they were still the same, still childish and loved up. If the wrinkles could have disappeared, it would have been hard to distinguish them from a couple of teenagers. "Well I mean very grateful. Can't remember the last time someone cooked me breakfast." She commented, her mouth full of food as she scooped up some baked beans, a whole concoction going on but to her, it was the most delicious meal on earth. Turning her enad to Finlay, she shrugged casually. "I uhm.. Rosita will be back soon. And I was kinda gonna say did you wanna meet her but.. don't feel like you need to or anything, I know it's soooo early and I'm probably just getting ahead of myself." She mumbled, keeping her eyes on her plate as she continued to eat.

Marcus pulled up in his car, staying sat still for a moment, the sound of his breathing almost none existent as he stared through the living room window in an attempt to look for anything suspicious. Not that he didn't trust Hailee. He didn't trust many people. Sliding out of the car, he grabbed his wallet and phone, sliding his pistol back into the waistband of his jeans, something he carried with him no matter what the situation. Who knew what paths he'd cross on a day to day basis. Slamming the door open, he looked around. Tainted. It wasn't right. Someone had been in his home. "Well then, where is my beautiful wife to greet me when I come in huh?" He remarked, kicking his shoes off.

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Every part of Hailee's body didn't want Dymitrius to leave or to at least get a chance to leave with him. "that sounds good to me, try not to have too much fun without me in the mean time alright." she pressed a kiss against his lips, "I wish I could keep it and you." she giggled, kissing him one last time before he vanished out the backdoor and almost like clockwork Marcus came barging through the front door in the arrogant fashion he always did. There was nothing subtle about Marcus arriving anywhere, he always had to make a statement, "hey baby, welcome home," she said as she emerged out of the kitchen and towards the front door, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a kiss against his lips, "business go well?" she said with a smile on her lips.

Finlay shook his head a little bit, "have you not got your girl kitchen trained yet huh? that should of been the first thing you thought about doing once she could stand." he was obviously teasing but it was also a genius idea. He couldn't believe what she was saying after scooping a mouthful of beans, "you.. are you serious?" he said, a smile growing on his face, " I would love to meet her! god it would be an abosolute honour Martina." he moved closer to her, placing a kiss against her cheek. "if I'm going to meet her I better shower, can't have her meeting the coolest guy in your life when he smells of beer." he chuckled, running his hands through his hair as he rested his head back against the headboard. So many things were going through his head that it was hard to even fully understand a single thought, but he was getting into dangerous territory and it was too late to turn back now.

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Marcus chucked his keys and phone onto the side table in the hall and hung his jacket up on the bannister, his arms wrapping around her and embracing her, his lips slopping and cracked, kissing her with the least amount of passion a man could ever attempt. It just wasn't in his veins, not when it came to Hailee, anyway. Her prime days were long gone to him and she was simply there to make him look more like a decent man. "It was okay, nothing too major. We sorted out a few problems in the line that we had to and all the new stock should be with its supplier any day now." He raised both eyebrows, in a way that meant don't bother asking any more questions. "What did you get up to anyway? Was your little reuinion thing as shit as I said it would be?"

Martina shook her head back at him, finishing off her breakfast and slurping the orange juice. "Not yet, she's even clumsier than me so I don't think I can quite trust her with a frying pan yet. She makes a man cup of tea though, that's for sure. You've definitely got competition there." It was those small things that reminded Martina just how much her dushhter was like Finlay. Was it wise for them to meet? She prayed he'd not notice the similarities, how Rositas flexed st the bottom like his did, and the small beauty marks that covered both their bodies. The piercing blue eyes, though she had Martinas skin tone. It was bizarre. "Yeah, she'll think I've lowered my standards to tramps as boyfriends." She teased, pushing herself up in bed a bit more.

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Hailee tugged at her oversized jumper a little bit to keep it covering her butt, but keeping all of her attention on Marcus, it always had to be that way. "well I'm glad it went well baby," she said with a smile on her lips before moving into the kitchen to finish making herself a cup of coffee but still listening to Marcus. "Yeah you were right, it was pretty shit. I talked to a couple of the girls I use to hang out with but they all live pretty standard boring lives and just wanted to talk about their kids. Y A W N" she said before taking a sip of the hot liquid and headed back into the living room where she dropped onto the sofa. "I suppose it was nice seeing the inside of the school again after all this time but that was about it." she shrugged her shoulders a little, hoping that her lies were passable.

Finlay chuckled, "ya'know what, if she wasn't clumsy I would be worried she wasn't actually yours." He smiled as he lay back, trying to think of the coolest things he could say to Rosita so that she would actually like him. Because what if he thought he was a total freak? Would that ruin his chances with her mother? Hopefully not. "OI!" he said laughing, flicking her nose playfully, "I'll have you know I have not become a tramp.. yet." he said shaking his head before vanishing into her bathroom to shower. He locked the door and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water hit off his body and thoughts flooded his mind. You need to figure out what you are going to do about Lauren, if I gel with Rosita then I think Martina will want to keep seeing me and .. I want to see her too.. fuck. His mind was racing over how he was going to deal with his fiancee Lauren and how to get her out of the picture.

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Marcus followed her into the kitchen and slid up behind her whilst she made the coffee, his hands on her hips, fingertips digging in just a little harder than they needed to be. He wasn't always possessive, he always had been and he never knew when he was crossing boundaries and when people were uncomfortable around him. He didn't care, either. "Fucking kids, who'd want some sort of cretin begging for attention 24/7, nasty things." Shaking his head, he pulled away, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Sorting through a few messages as he listened to her, not paying much attention. "So, what are you up to today angel? I got a few bits going on and the men are bringing a few girls round later so if you've got some work to do that would be great." He mentioned, not looking her in the eye.

Martina helped as he flicked her nose, her lips forming playful pout, "hey that was mean of you, don't do that to rose or she will actually kick your ass. She's been going to boxing lessons and she's pretty fierce, she could show you a thing or too." She stretched her arms above her head, getting out of bed once he'd floated off into the bathroom, she slipped out of her shorts and sports bra, pulling on a matching set of panties and bra, something she had not done in a very long time. Brushing her thick brunettebhair through she applied just a light layer of make up, and then pulled on a pair of black ripped knee skinny jeans with a red long sleeved crop top. Wondering how on earth to introduce them. What if Rosita hated Finlay? Surely she couldn't hate her own father.

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Hailee winced as his hands dug into her sides but it wasn't worth complaining, he wouldn't stop if she told him anyway. "yeah.. kids just get in the way" she said faintly, knowing deep down how much she wanted a child of her own. But a family was never going to be in her future, not if she stayed with Marcus. "girls .." she said very faintly, a pain hitting inside her, "oh yeah I've got a photoshoot to do across town so I can be out all day." she smiled weakly, finishing off the rest of her coffee as she stood back up and tried to remain happy, "actually I better get changed I'm meant to be there soon anyway." she shoved the mug down on the kitchen counter and headed towards the stairs.

Finlay was in over his head, it would only be a matter of time before Lauren came looking for him for answers. He had walked out on her a few days prior to the reunion and with her number blocked on his phone and on all social medias her only option would be to track him down. As he stepped out the shower he grabbed the nearest towel and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and wondering over the the mirror in her bathroom, looking into his own eyes for just a second - am I a bad guy? He shook his head, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on before dropping the towel and exiting the bathroom, "you look lovely" he said with a smile across his lips.

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Marcus nodded in agreement. "With how busy business is getting now, I'll be surprised if we even have time for a holiday to Mexico next year. I know you love that holiday but I don't think I'll have the time next year, babe." He sat down at the kitchen table, watching her every move. Why was she so on edge? He knew she was unhappy, that was a given that he simply didn't care about. But why was she so anxious? "Hailee, you'd tell me if something had upset you wouldn't you? I'm you're husband, I'd like to think you trust me enough to tell me if something happened." He turned his head down the hallway, he eyeballs boring a hole into her.

Martina pushed her hair over her shoulder and then began to tidy the bedroom, making the bed and fluffing the cushions up, opening the curtains once he was in the bedroom, her lips curving into a smile. "And you don't smell like a homeless guy any modem good work honey." Laughing softly she went over to Finlay, wrapping her arms around his neck she placed a couple of kisses to his chin. "You know you really don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable. We've only just got back together. I get it if you don't want to.." she mumbled on an on, something she did quite often when she was nervous. But it was too late. A knock on the door indicating that Rosita was home. "Coming!" She called as she rushed out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

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