Forbidden Existence Fated Mates

-Sin pov- The one thing I love the most is the cold. That chilled crisp air was unbelievably fresh and instantly soothing. I enjoy the moments of driving from the city after a long day of work. I live in Trinidad city in California. Trinidad is a seaside city in Humboldt County, located on the Pacific Ocean. It is a gorgeous, peaceful city with a population of only 357. As Head of research for Landor Associate consulting firm, I tend to work from home in my office. Every month, I come into the office at least twice unless we have a mandatory meeting. The drive from Trinidad city to my place of work in San Francisco takes five hours and seven minutes. I finally passed the welcome sign for Trinidad Seaside City, enjoying the fresh air as I turned up my radio. Pouring out of the speakers as the wind whips my locks as if I was in the middle of a cyclone; The Night We Met began to play, relaxing me. “I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met” Music is my go-to for easing any complication life throws at me. However, music was losing the battle tonight. After turning 14, birthdays lost their flare for me. Birthdays were not that big of a deal. It is simply just another day for me. Rolling my eyes, smirking, thinking to myself, that is not how Kesha feels. --Flashback to lunch-- After the meeting, Kesha storms into the break room, plopping down in the chair facing me.” Seriously Serenity, what is with you? You are going to be 21, it has been all work and no play. This time we need to take a break and live life for a moment. Kesha says, looking at me sternly. The funny thing is Kesha only calls me by my first name when she is not getting her way. She definitely had a point. Attempting to hold back my sigh of defiance, I aborted my mission of taking my first bite of food. "Kesha, you know how I feel about my birthday," I said, and Kesha began to pout. Kesha is 5’6, with smooth dark chocolate skin and intense dark brown eyes. Natural midnight coils of hair frame her baby-like face, so the fact that she is pouting is unfair. BBW body with no waist. 42 F size breast. I am not joking. She is not to be played with. That is not what you want. “Come on Sin, instead of being locked away at home we should definitely go out, ( rambling on, Kesha says) we can go to this new lounge that’s on our side of town so we don’t have to go to the city”—making sure she adds her cutest voice an eagerness. Blowing out a puff of air, rolling my eyes, smiling, I cave. I know I know but she is so dam cute how could I say no!? She is my best friend. I met her at the sandbox at daycare one day and have been glued to her hip ever since. “Alright,, Alright fine I will enjoy my 21st birthday since it’s SOOO important”! Doing her happy dance and getting her way giggling. We picked back up on our conversation about the meeting this morning. Once lunch was over, we headed back to work. -Flashback ends- Turning into my driveway, I cut off my music, grabbing my things out of the car. Walking to my front door, this horrible feeling of being watched hits me. I felt like I was about to panic. I picked up the pace and got into the house. Turning around quickly, I locked myself inside, setting my alarm for the night. I relax as my cat biscuit struts out of the hall up to me, giving me a look that screams, I’m not supposed to be home yet! “Well, hello there! Nice of you to greet me for once.” He meowed at me in response while simply walking away. You would not even know he exists; only making himself known when he chooses to. Shaking my head, I went on with my normal after-work ritual, minus washing my hair. I started dinner, which consisted of baked chicken marinated in my own special concoction for about a day. Served with basmati rice and a fresh spinach salad. Once the food started, I hit my 45-minute workout, then the shower. Walking inside my shower and set it to the perfect steamy temperature, melting me on contact. The water is scalding as it hits my golden skin, reminding me of this golden caramel color. I began to run my hands through my long thick midnight locks, allowing water to get through. Finally becoming soaked with water, they slap the middle of my back as I proceed to clean my hair. After about an hour, I was finally done moisturizing my locks, braiding them up, and wrapping them up. Standing naked in front of my full-length mirror, I admired the body I worked so hard for; losing weight was not easy but worth it. Unlike Kesha, I am anything but a BBW. I have those Cuban curves! A freaking double D rack, a nice ass that I never knew existed; but squats say otherwise. Staring into my piercing emerald green eyes, I sighed. I longed for love, but I have not dared to even try after my last relationship. I shuddered to push the horrible memories away. By ten-thirty I was out like a light. *2 WEEKS LATER* Labored breathing and a pounding heart, I crash through the forest searching for a way to escape before he realizes I am gone. It is getting darker as the sun sets. Unfortunately, as the forest grows thicker, the light begins to fade. Feeling myself about to have a panic attack, I push past it. I keep going knowing what is in store for me if he finds me. I was so terrified to find out the truth I almost missed my chance to escape. My lungs are on fire now, causing me to fight back tears after running on what felt like two football fields. Sliding down a cavernous slope, I stopped to listen. I hear my heart thumping hard in my chest as I am fighting to control my breathing. Shaking from the cold, unsure of where I am or where to go, I begin to run again until I hear a bone-chilling growl. Petrified and beyond anxious, I realized I was not breathing. I immediately filled my lungs with much-needed air, attempting to calm my heart. Whatever just made that sound is now looming over me from behind; I could not find the guts to move or even turn around. Shaking violently, I fear I will die here. This is better than what he may have done to me. It growled again, this time so loud I felt my ears about to burst. I wake up screaming, shooting straight up completely drenched in sweat and terrified. Happy f*****g birthday to me. My vacation time was building up and I did not want to lose it. Two weeks ago, I scheduled my vacation to begin today. I jumped out of bed and took a delicious hot shower. I dressed for the day in my favorite smooth-to-the-touch black leggings and a cute white crop top that fit me nicely that said, “Got Milk?" I grabbed my keys, wallet, and my phone to be at my massage appointment on time. By 12 noon, I walked into the spa treatment I set up since Keisha was dragging me out; I planned to feel and look completely irresistible. During my massage, I could not stop thinking about the nightmare I had. I have never been able to remember them, especially not this vividly. Pulling myself out of my own mind, I texted Kesha letting her know that I was finishing up and about to go get ready for tonight. I DAM sure looked irresistible! I finished applying my Shimmering Gold body butter on my skin; checking myself out as I finished my lips with a blood-red color that made them succulent. I had this amazing smoky eye going, making my eyes glow. It seriously looked that way, but I am not crazy; maybe a little stoned. My sexy blacktop was made of sheer mesh exposing my bra made of lace that matched my eyes. The top stopped right under my breast, exposing the gold chains wrapped around my waist. Reaching into my jewelry box, I pulled out my favorite rose gold diamond studded earrings. Snapped two gold bracelets on each of my wrists. I brought my gold necklace with my nickname SIN, sitting in the middle when I was 16. I was jumping up and down attempting to get into my shorts. They were made like yoga pants but looked like real shorts; hugging my curves in all the right places, covering my round ass while still allowing me to move freely, which was perfect; tonight, I was letting go. Satisfied with how breathtaking I looked, I freed my locks, allowing them to fall down my back. I kept them braided for a few weeks, creating this curly pattern. Getting excited for tonight, I put on my high-heeled combat boots and left my house, heading to Kesha’s because she was driving. She will not like my shoe choice, but I hate stiletto heels so oh well. Kesha opened the door looking drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was slicked into a high-up pony with her huge puff of midnight coils right on top. Face BEAT, I swear she can do this in her sleep. She has skills, she could do this for a living. I loved the way her body looked in this royal purple dress. You would think it was painted on. “Girl you shimmied into that dress showing off those legs!’” I said. Wearing the gold hoop earrings I brought her for Christmas, matching her stunning high-heeled shoes. “Sin you look f*****g IRRESISTIBLE HOLY f**k; I can’t even be mad at the dam shoe choice because it’s perfect!!! Yes, tonight is going to be a night to remember honey!!! We are leaving now!!” Kesha says. If only she knew just how right she was!