Soul Fate

Ariella,.

I personally hate Damen he’s a Grade A Asshole slave driver to his employees, not only does he force Gerald to do the work as late at night as possible but soon as he gives the order he expects everyone to jump.

Gerald usually dumps his work off on Aria. She gets left high and dry alone at the office often. Aria texts me back quickly “ the Master isn’t in ;) want to hit up that new place off Park place Ave. I think its called Rush? Meet in half an hr?” I check my phone its twenty minutes away from me. “ you bet babe <3” if I hurry can shower and change.

I finished showering and look through my wardrobe, I pull out some black net thigh highs, a red slinky dress with a cowl neck and lastly a cream blazer, and my favorite black stripper heels. I swept my unruly curls of my neck, pulling a few curls to frame my face added a touch of mascara.

my signature red lip, my grandmother’s garnet earrings, with the matching necklace that dangles perfectly in between breasts and I’m out the door . I climb into my Sapphire Scion Tc.

I arrived at Rush right on time as I see Aria just getting out of her Silver Audi TT. I smile and wave at her pointing at the door. “ ill meet you inside” I yell at her, she nodded at me .

As I go to park I noticed a dark shadowy figure behind me, I get an overwhelming feeling of being hunted. Hurrying to the doors of Rush.

I quickly spot her chatting up the bartender, she’s wearing a stunning fuchsia dress with a low back, with a thigh spilt and silver heels that match the cute clutch in her hand. As I come up behind her squeezing her waist and pecks her cheek. “ hey sweetheart.” I tell her in her ear.

Aria and I do this whenever we are flirting to anyone it’s a code we have, if she gives me a peck back shes happy, I can leave, If not then I need to pull her away with some excuse. She pecks my cheek back, smiling I’m glad.

I smile at her and sit farther down the bar, while i’m busy contemplating my upcoming government approved appointment.

I mean mandatory torture, I’m dreading the drive , wrapped in my thoughts, I fail to notice the bartender trying to get my drink order, “ Whiskey Neat please”. I say absentmindedly to him, as my drink is placed in front of me, thanking him a second later a mans hand shoots out and grabs my drink. I exclaim “ Hey! That drink isn’t yours….. ” as I grab his wrist I get a sudden jolt of electricity , surprised I let go quickly