7Historia sighed as she shut the door behind her. As she lent against the cool door, it was refreshing to breathe in a sent that wasn't male cologne and cigarette smoke. There was a slight breeze coming from the window, causing the blinds to flutter, and her nipples to harden once more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she walked over to her dresser, and once again looked into the mirror.
"Mirror Mirror, on the wall, who is the sexiest of them all?"
She chuckled to herself as she reapplied her lip gloss, making sure there were no flaws in her makeup. She was sure she would have company soon; who it would be however, she wasn't sure. Once again, Historia sighed. What would come first? A stranger she had used like a pawn in chess? A lewd boss she would have to give in to, sooner or later? Or an ex she had just desperately tried to hurt? Whichever it was she had to be ready.
Grabbing a new lingerie set from her wardrobe, she reveled in the feeling of the new silk gliding over her cool skin. As she pulled the thong into place, she turned to admire her ample backside in the mirror, caressing it, as her former lover had once done after spanking her. A smile pulled at her lips before she shook her head and continued to get dressed. It was silly to allow herself to get caught up in memories of what she once had. After all, that was dead, and so was the girl that went along with those memories. Instead, the Queen of the Walls was the main protagonist in her storyline.
She had only just finished cupping her breasts into the padded red bra before there was a quiet knock at her door. This startled her slightly, for some reason. At least it isn't Rod, she thought to herself. The knock was nowhere near as powerful nor loud. It could be the stranger; after all it isn't everyday that you have a powerful woman straddle you and invite you to her dressing room. It couldn't have been her ex. The woman she had fallen in love with was a brute. Someone who took what they wanted, whenever they wanted. That was not the knock of that person. However, Historia thought to herself, her ex would never have reacted the way she did tonight. The pure look of hatred and betrayal when she was dancing with the other man. A quiet knock would fit the person who was looking for answers; especially as to what her ex had become.
Her heart fluttered briefly. Maybe this was the love of her life. Maybe, she was going to come in, heart on her sleeve and apologize. Maybe this was the start of something new, all over again. Historia quickly tried to calm herself, grabbing her robe of the hanger beside the door, before turning the handle. Time seemed to slow down as she opened the door. Her mind already racing ahead as to what to say to her ex.
AUTHORS NOTE:
So guys, I understand its been a while lol!
I've only just started re-writing again, and this one seemed the highest for demand!
I know this is only a short chapter, but I feel like it is needed before I continue. If you want this to carry on, please review or follow the story, just so I can gauge if there is any interest or whether I should scrap it!
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