do you know what it was like to be a god? a god that had money and power at his very fingertips? that was the thing about this job, this obligation he was given. it was no wonder he got bored when everything was given to him so easily. it was boring when he didn’t have to struggle. but not everyone could be a game maker like he was. his lips pressing into her skin, softly at first, leaving butterfly kisses as he stared at the senator. that was the beautiful thing abotu scarlett. she was hardly boring, if anything she was almost too much. but she was his and he would take her and treat her like she ought to be treated. “did i say that? no. don’t put words in my mouth, sweetheart. you know how i hate people making assumptions about me.” he whispered in a low tone before he bit down on her smooth skin, marking her. letting him draw blood before he looked up at her and kissed it, as if that would take the pain away.
oh did that please her? being called his wife? here was something new, he had tried it out, trying to see her reaction and it was positively delicious how she looked at him. like some sort of drug, he could feel his heart running faster than its usual pace. he felt his eyes dilate. oh how lucky he was to have an abundance of this very exclusive drug. the way she looked at him, it made him want to ravish her right here, not caring if the senator watched. HELL. maybe he did want to watch, he sure as hell wasn’t getting any action from his wife as of late. which was why he had the string of whores that were being sent to him. of course by yours truly. but then again, maybe he was just an old man that was losing his usefulness, trying to strike yet another deal with the devil.
his beautiful rose. truly a prized flower. she was so delicate, yet she had her thrones. the way she threw her head back and laughed brightly. oh how wonderful. he thought and almost wanted to counter it with a scream. a scream that would ring through the room and pierce his ears so wonderfully. “isn’t my wife, just so darling, senator? a true beauty. nothing like your hag of a wife. why else would you prefer having girls so young that they you may as well have been fucking your daughter. ” he said nuzzling into rose’s blonde hair, smelling the almost too sweet scent that lingered in her blonde locks.
slapping her butt as she walked away, smirking at the way her dress fit so well on her. clinging to every curve of her body. he could watch her all day, but he was a busy man. no one became a god without a little bit of effort. “are you denying a drink from my wife, senator? i wouldn’t dare think you would.” he said as his hands squeezed the fat white hand of the man in front of him before he pushed him back into the leather armchair. “rose you’ll make us two. the senator is more than glad to take one of your special drinks.”
she can feel the place where he bit her skin THROBBING, and already knows that it is going to leave a mark. you already have so many. what difference will it make? ALL // NONE. she can still feel his hand on her ass even as she walks away —- his touches never fade from your skin. is that a good or a bad thing? she’s not sure whether she ENJOYS this or not. she doesn’t enjoy being showed around, doesn’t enjoy the way that she can feel the senator’s piercing eyes on her back. she doesn’t enjoy the way that phillip almost asks him to look. she presses her lips together, and prays he doesn’t notice the way that her body stiffens and her hands shake. COMING HERE WAS A MISTAKE. she’d rather be out there with moe now.
❛ the special one, phil? i thought that one was meant only for you. ❜ there are many things phillip can mean by SPECIAL. though scarlett has learned how to read his expressions — she has to know when to apologize, has to know when to keep her head down, has to know when and how the blow is coming — she’s not certain if phillip would like him dead or —. she had never heard him talk about that fat white senator before. THAT’S THE ANSWER, STUPID. ❛ would y’ like ice with ya scotch, senator? ❜ she asks, putting two cubes in each cup before even seeing the senator’s nod. she gives him a smile, lowering until she’s near the last drawer of the balcony, where he keeps his special drugs.
the inside of the capsule is a BLUE POWDER, and she throws that inside of the senator’s cup. what if you put that on the other cup too? DON’T BE STUPID. she pours the scotch — TOP SHELF, THE EXPENSIVE ONE —, taking in a deep breath before walking back to the two men. she hands them the glasses, biting the inside of her cheeks. ❛ i hope y’ like it, senator. it’s quite special. ❜