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He hummed in peace, the man I was currently hooking up with had his arms wrapped around me, holding me securely. As if I would run away any minute. "I wish this could be longer, we always meet same time every week. I want more." He softly growled and clawed at my back. I grimaced. "You know I don't do relationships.." I trailed off, His eyes narrowed but soften "I know that. But it was worth a shot." He kissed me softly but it soon turned much more.

His arms, so muscular and veiny which matched his built body was on top of me as we were having a delight of a night. But it was soon to come to an end. It was nice to find someone every now and then to just let loose. It was a bad habit I had. I found the most nice looking person but who was also lonely enough to find good spots for the night.

He laid in bed, while I was at the foot of the bed smoking a cig and getting my clothes on. "Same time next Friday?" His voice was raspy and I knew he was tired. I smirk and glance over my shoulder, strands of my short hair falling into my face. "Same time." I blew the smoke out and put my leather jacket on.

"I still don't know anything about you, yet we've been doing this for almost five months." He leans up and puts his hands behind his head, watching me. I slip into my boots, keeping my back turned to him. "It's better that way, plus there's nothing special about me." I inhale my cigarette again, glancing back at him.

"You say that, but someone will think differently." I chuckle and blow out the smoke. "They'll stop." I walk towards the door and leave without saying another word.

My name is Naomi Lennox, living in Nevada with my adorable dog Ryke in a simple apartment just for me. Even though my style and appearance don't match the people I work with nor my name, but I think I have a good personality. I am a producer-director of the biggest broadcast company. Yeah, I get it. How can someone as fucked up as I get such a good job like that? It's because my father owns that company. Sept Corp.

I worked hard to get to where I am and it took a lot of risks, too many at that. Anyways, enough about me. Glancing around the silent city, I notice It's much quieter than it usually is. Minding my own business, I'm smoking my second cigarette when I heard a loud bang come from an alleyway, resulting in me jumping.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I held my chest trying to calm my breathing down, I look into the alleyway seeing glossy eyes and a bright necklace gleam. I was beyond confused but terrified to even go see, I wasn't risking shit. The glossy eyes seemed to move closer and I back up more into the building behind me. "Oh fuck, I'm going to die." I slowly bit my lip, and my pointer and index finger squeezed the cigarette causing it to break.

The glossy eyes came into full view and it was just a girl. Bruised and bloody, she looked as if she was beaten. I glance over her body, her clothes are shredded, her legs are shaking, tears running down her pink puffy cheeks, and hugging herself. This girl was raped. I sigh and walk my way over to her, wrapping my jacket around her. "You got a name glossy eyes?" I held her then picked her up and started making my way to my apartment.

"My...name is..Lilac." She says softly while her head rested on my shoulder. Lilac? very interesting name. We got close to my place and I struggled to get in but, we made it. I lay her on my sofa softly then went into my room to let Ryke roam. I got a change of clothes from my drawers and went back to her, Ryke was laying his head on her stomach. "Move baby, I have to change her, go eat." He whined but, went to his bowls in the kitchen.

I pulled her loose doc marten boots off as for her knee-high socks, holes were everywhere. I pull those off too then unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. "I barely know the chick but I'm already undressing her...shame on me hm?" I smirk and chuckle at myself. She does have a good body for someone so tiny.

I pull off her shredded cardigan and place it on the arm of the sofa, her shirt was long and ripped across the chest but stopped at her side. I pulled that off too. Her chest, Jesus Christ~ looks about a D-cup size, and her stomach was gorgeously toned. I bit my lip and tried my best to change her without staring at her, her body had burns almost everywhere. They weren't accidental burns either.

I threw out her socks and then went to my laundry room to wash all her dirty ass clothes. I put her boots by the front door, hopefully, tomorrow morning she'll have more energy and talk. I sigh "What a drag, Ryke lets go for a walk boy ?" He started hopping and jumping around, wiggling his tail. I smile at my baby boy, my precious child that likes to lick everything. I placed a soft pillow under Lilac's head and a soft blanket, hopefully, if she wakes she won't freak out.

I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and my lighter, putting them in my coat pocket. I grabbed the doggy bags and my keys, leaving Ryke behind me. I don't need a leash for him, the little one used to be a service dog so he listens and follows well. We make our way to the elevator and my annoying neighbor who is obsessed with me is standing there with fast food.

She looked up from her phone and saw me with Ryke. She was full-out squealing. I cringed and started to take out a cig. "Bitch, can you be any louder?" I roll my eyes and lit my cigarette, inhaling as it was lighting. "How's my Naomi-poo." I gave her a look. I sigh just as the elevator door opened. "oh fantastic, brought a girl home tonight." I saw her face drop and I grinned mentally.

FUCKING SCORE.

"Oh. Did you now?" The tone in her voice dropped and I knew she was heartbroken. I inhale my cigarette again, I cornered her while softly caressing her neck. I got close to her ear "Are you jealous?" I softly bit on her earlobe and she gasped, then her face flushed red. She slightly nodded, "Y-yes I a-am." Oh, cute. It stutters. I snake my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, softly kissing lower down her neck.

"Why is that? do you wish that girl was you?" I smirk and let my free hand roam her back. I knew she got a chill causing her to bite her lip. She blushed "Y-yes." The elevator door dinged and I backed away, leaving her aroused and blushing. I smirked, "Maybe next time neighbor." I whistled and Ryke followed behind me.

My boy wandered around doing any business he needed to do and he certainly did. I mentally threw up and picked up his shit then threw it away. "Baby the things I do for you." I smile and kiss his head. We finished the walk and went back to our apartment, unlocking it I heard the TV playing. Lilac is awake. I let Ryke in first and he ran to her jumping on the couch.

I lock the front door and put everything I was carrying onto the kitchen bar. I turned around to see Lilac petting Rykes head. "He usually doesn't do that to guests." I leaned against one of the bar chairs. She looked up and our eyes met. Boy, when I saw those eyes something in my chest tightened. One of her eyes was a bright ass grey and the other was soft hazel but held a spark. "Wow." I managed to muster, she smiled small and cuddled my baby boy, "Um are you the one that helped me? I tend to zone off during uh events" Her voice was soft and velvety, her hair was dark but had a purple tone to the light.

I sat on the cushion chairs beside the couch "Yeah I am, I'm Naomi and that big boy is Ryke" I point to Ryke whose laid on his back and his limbs sprawled out, I smile at him. "What happened? When I found you, your clothes were ripped up, you were bleeding, and your mind was somewhere else." I pulled back the hair I could into a tiny ass bun, the shorter pieces didn't even reach so they just hung there. Some strands fell out of the bun at the top and hung over my eyes.

"Oh..um... I was supposed to meet someone for something and some thugs jumped me then..took turns on me and then I kinda just zoned out" I clenched my jaw and crossed my arms across my chest. "Did you see their faces?" I rest my elbows on my knees and she nods slowly "Yeah one had a light scar under his left eye going across his nose and stopped a little bit under his right eye." She lightly kisses the top of Rykes head, holding him close.

"Okay well you're safe here and you can stay however long, I work on weekdays from 7 to 10 so I can't cook anything for dinner." She nods and rubs Rykes belly "Thank you but can I use your phone?" I nodded getting up and getting my phone out of my coat pocket hanging on the bar chair. "Here." I hand it to her and then go into my bedroom. I went into my bathroom and started the shower, then went back into the living room. "I'm going to take a shower, there's food, and blankets in that closet over there, Ryke will keep you company until I get back." I smile really small then went back to my bathroom.

I take my hair out of my pun then proceed to peel off my dirty clothes and placed them in my hamper by the door then got in the shower. I stood under the hot water letting the water run down my hair and body. I quickly washed up, got out, and dried off. I went to my closet and picked out underwear, sports bra, and cotton two-tone shorts then made my way to the living room to relax with Ryke and Lilac.

"Where do you live?" I asked as I got a cold Gatorade from my fridge "East side of town" She replies as she sat up. I sat on the other couch and Ryke immediately came to me and laid in my lap. He snuggled his head into my stomach and easily fell asleep. "That's pretty far from the North side, I wonder how you ended up on this side." She hugged a pillow and looked away. "I ran away from home, it's rough right now there." She stared hard at the tv.

I didn't want to pry so I chose to not say anything else and let that topic die down. "Are you hungry? I made spaghetti the other night and I still have a lot of leftovers?" She gleamed and nodded. "I freaking love spaghetti." I smile small, move Ryke aside, and made my way to the kitchen. "Great." I took out the leftover spaghetti and two plates. I plopped some onto her plate, moved to my plate then put hers in the microwave first.

Her plate finished so I put mine in right after and brought her plate to her with a fork. "Here." I smile and she happily took it. "Thanks, looks good." I walk back to the kitchen, "Tastes even better." I took my plate out and sat back on the couch. "Anything you want to watch?" She looked in thought, finished her bite then spoke softly "My favorite show is Game of Thrones." My eyes widened "REALLY!" My voice woke up Ryke and I put my plate down. "I love Game of Thrones. I finished the show." I smile and continued to eat.

She gleams "Everyone I talk to about Game of Thrones think it's just straight porn and violence. I always tell them it's not true but nobody likes listening." She shrugs and finished her plate. I nod "What house are you going for ?" She wipes her lip "House Targaryen." She smiled proudly. I nod slowly "At first I was going for House Stark, but they failed in the first half of the show now Ms. Aria was a secret killer trump card, but then Khalessi got stronger logically and I now go for House Targaryen." She looked in awe, "Okay but whose your overall favorite character or characters?" I bit my lip and thought carefully. "Aria, Khaleesi, Tyrion, Oberyn even though his eyes were crushed he's gorgeous." She nods "Though I'm not a fan of Oberyn because he gives off...uh really narc energy" she spoke so softly while putting her plate down on the coffee table.

"Looks like we got some things in common so far." I look at my phone. "Time for bed I got work in the morning." I get up and take her plate as well on my way to the kitchen. I threw them away and cleaned up any mess made in the kitchen. "There's a guest bedroom down that hall, the bathroom is right next to it on the left. Mi casa es su casa" I smile at her and start to go to my room whistling for Ryke to come. He stretches, jumps off the couch, and follows behind me. "Goodnight Lilac." She waves and smiles softly "I'm staying awake a little longer" as the tv channels changes. I closed my bedroom door and went straight to my bed, getting comfortable before Ryke takes the good spot.

My phone started ringing and the ID read Father. I rolled my eyes and hesitated to answer. He's been giving me problems my whole life as if I was the reason Mom had started a new family elsewhere. I only got to where I am to prove a point to him, yet he's in a very different mindset. "Yes Dad," I said sternly. "You haven't been doing your job recently." I sat up and hung my legs over the edge. "If you don't like the way I run things, then come and do it yourself," I growled into the phone. "Maybe your brother was more fit for this position." He growls back. "I highly doubt it due to the fact he would never take this much control from you." I heard him grunt. "he will understand soon enough." I gripped my phone "This discussion is over. Nice to hear you complain again Father." and with that, I hung up. If he wanted an heir to follow his orders and do everything he wanted, he should've chosen one of his other kids.

Let me fill you in, though I did say I was a producer and director which I am, I'm not exactly living one life. You've made have heard of my brother's story Dream, but what about his sister Despair? My father is time himself, the very being and my mother well I've heard stories but I've never met her. He describes her as the very peace of the night. He says I have her hair and freckles, and my twin brother Desire has her jaw and high cheekbones. But he doesn't talk about her very often. My sister is Death herself. People associate her with the comic book character Lady Death, but she's much more. After our oldest brother decided he would be stepping down to rule his own world we all kinda followed behind besides thus four. I still wanted a balance, I enjoyed this world too much to let it go to waste, but I always had a duty. I needed to bring the world of man's despair, everything sad and fucked up that came with the reality. That was my work, in my opinion, my sister's job is worse, yet I create the build-up. As you can see, I haven't created anything and my father is quite impatient, but only because this world has so much to offer and experience. He followed us, creating a fake life, fake everything, and thus Sept Corp was born. We blended and evolved with mankind making it that much harder doing my birthright.

He created Sept Corp as a way to get keep track of who needed what in this world. New viewers constantly watch, movies, tv shows, music videos, and even radio stations. Everyone pays for everything, the easiest clientele ever created. I enjoy my work both despair and producing, but the world is changing, shows are evolving, and stories are being created that people needed to experience as I have created them. I had full control of it. My original assignment isn't always easy a part of me takes joy but as I grew closer to seeing how humans truly lived I needed to be a part of it.

With my head starting to pound thinking of ways my father would make tomorrow a living hell, I sink into my pillow and try my best to fall into a deep sleep.