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- Chapter Five!,(:
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- Chapter Seven!,(:
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- Chapter Nine!,(:
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- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
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- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
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- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
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- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
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- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
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- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE!(:
"You don't get it, do you?" Oliver glared at Scarlet while she started running around the kitchen.
"Don't get what?" She asked, stopping to look at her. "If you get too far away from me, it hurts the both of us." He said, his mouth a hard line. "So? Why don't you just follow me around" She put her hands on her hips. "I can't just follow you around because I don't want to die." Oliver growled. "Oh, oh! Oliver!" Scarlet exclamied, jumping up and down. "What now?" he groaned. Spencer started laughing, and soon after he fell from his chair. "This is so entertaining" he stated. "Costume party!" Scarlet yelled. "Excuse me?" Oliver raised his eyebrows at her. "She wants to go to Charisma's costume party!" Anastasia said, jumping around with Scarlet. "Yes, yes!" Scarlet smiled at him. "No, absolutely not." Oliver glared at the two of them. "Maybe Charisma can help you get her memory back, Oliver." Anastasia smiled at him. "...fine." Oliver's glare shifted back and forth between them. "Oh my god! Look at me Oliver! I'm so pretty!" Scarlet shook her butt, her little rabbit tail hooked onto the back of her leotard. "Hell no," Oliver looked at her. "Go put something else on." He looked her over one more time. Her semi-pale legs revealed, her body covered in white, body hugging, one piece that was cut low at her chest, she wore bunny ears and a small little tail on her bottom. "But why? Ivana said I looked good!" Scarlet put her arms over her chest. "Change. Now." Oliver was almost at the point of yelling at her. "Fine!" Scarlet ran back into the room. Scarlet ran back out wearing a gown that looked like she was going to an extremely fancy ball. It had layer, upon layer, upon layer of fabric and it looked like a big purple wedding dress. "Is this better?" she asked, looking at Oliver. "Yes." Oliver nodded shortly. "Here, Oliver! Put this on!" Anastasia handed him a baseball cap and uniform. "I am not putting that on." Oliver pushedi t back into Anastasia's hands. "You can't get in unless you're in a costume, Oliver." Anastasia put it back in his hands. "You look so handsome" Anastasia smiled, adjusting Oliver's baseball cap as he pushed her away from him. "Get off me." He grumbled. They walked up the steps to Charisma's place, Scarlet in front with Anastasia following next to her, Ivana next to her, and Oliver in the very back behind them. "Welcome party people!" Charisma flung her arms up at the door. She was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, her dress cutting short halway up her thigh and her cape tied around her neck. "Red, like the devil" Ivana muttered to herself. "You're such a whore" Charisma said, looking at Ivana's playboy "bunny" oufit. "Look who's talking. You're little red from the hood" Ivana said bitterly. "And I'm a fairy princess!" Anastasia yelled, smiling at the two of them. "I'm just a princess" Scarlet turned in her dress, walking past Charisma into the room. | "Ooh, a baseball player Oliver? I'd say you were just a player." Charisma glared at him.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Oliver rolled his eyes, walking past her to get to the drinks. "Are you okay, Scarlet?" Charisma asked, pulling her aside. "Well, no" She shook her head. "What's the matter?" "Spencer said that Oliver erased my memory, and I can't remeber anything" she glared at her hands. "I can help you fix that, if you want?" Charisma gave her a devilish smile, and evil look spreading over her features. "Time to get you home" Anastasia said, looking at a drunk Oliver from where she stood and he sat. "Yeah, later" Oliver muttered, taking another gulp of his drink. "You're so drunk, it's not even funny. Let's go" Anastasia said. "I'll take him" Scarlet said, smiling at Anastasia. "Are you back to normal?" Anastasia put her hand on Scarlet's shoulder and looked at Oliver; nothing happened. "It's temporary," Scarlet whispered. "It'll only last for another couple hours." Scarlet took Oliver's hand, and started to jerk on his arm. "Get off me" Oliver took his hand from hers. "C'mon Oliver, I'm taking you back to the Institute." Scarlet glared at him. "Alright, whatever." Oliver got up, managing to keep his balance and grace even in his seemingly drunken state. "Oliver? What are you doing?" Scarlet asked as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her into the kitchen. "Nothing" he mumbled, pushing her further into the room and turning her around. "You're obviously doing something..." Scarlet said. "This isn't anything," He said, stepping against her. "At least not right now" "This isn’t right-" Scarlet argued, using her hand to shove at him. He caught her hand against his chest and yanked down her shirt sleeves so they covered her hands completely. Quickly, he did the same to her other sleeve, and pressed her up against the island counter roughly. He held her by the cuffs of her shirt, her hands trapped, she parted her lips to protest. He didn’t stop pushing her against him until they were practically on top of each other. He lifted her onto the counter, taunting her with a sinister smile. "Could you take off that hat?" she swallowed, the words just flowing from her mouth like vomit. He gave her another inviting smile, turning the hat by the brim so it faced backwards. She was sitting on the end of the counter, her legs hanging on his sides, one on each. His hands rested on the counter next to her thighs, still holding her shirt enclosed hands. He leaned closer, his head tilting ever so slightly as he did so. He smelt like sweat, mint, mud, and a hint of musk. She breathed in heavily, his scent burning her nose. Her mind raced, and she held back a whimper. "You should go, please, go" she hesitated. He tugged on her left shirt sleeve, the fabric moving down. "Go where? Right here?" he put his mouth on her shoulder. "Or over here?" his mouth moved up to her neck. Oliver’s mouth made ascended upward, he sucked gently at her skin as he made his way to her jaw. His mouth paused to nibble her earlobe. "My legs fell asleep" she said, wiggling out from his grasp. She felt as if her body was on fire, every place his lips had touched lit a new spark. "I might have a solution to that problem" he took his hands from hers and gripped her waist.............(to be continued) |