Maraschino, Chapter 3
And the adventure continues at a snails pace.
Title: Maraschino
Chapter: Three
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Autumn Richards was just as average and everyday as ever. Then why was Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome still stalking her?
Maraschino
Chapter 3
“Zip!” Grant looked up from his pants as he tried to buckle his belt.
“Nice dress.” Grant said as he finished with his belt and moved to help her. Autumn’s bedroom was tiny and cramped and most of the space was taken up her large, queen-sized bed. All of Autumn’s other belongings had been relegated to the makeshift office that she had made in the second bedroom.
“Thanks.” Autumn glanced out over the summer sunset as Grant placed a hand on the small of her back and eased the zipper on her pink summer dress up.
“The colour looks good on you.” He complimented as he turned her around. Autumn cast a worried glance at her bust. The dress was a little old and she had gained weight.
“You don’t think it’s a little.” Autumn waved in the general area of her chest and Grant grinned lecherously at her. Autumn frowned at him and crossed her arms over her chest, covering her cleavage.
“It’s fine babe.” Grant smiled earnestly at her as he tugged a t-shirt on. The pale purple cotton slid down the smooth white skin of his chest and settled into place.
“Really?” Autumn smoothed a hand over the curve of her waist as she looked up at him through lowered lashes.
“Baby. Stop it.” He scolded as he batted her hands away and tugged her close. He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into his chest. He smelt like freshly mown grass, lavender fabric softener and the perfume she had bought him for his birthday.
“You smell nice.” She told him as he lowered his hands to rest on the curve of her bum.
“You don’t’ smell too bad either.” He grinned again and Autumn pulled away to glance at her watch.
“We’re late.” She told him.
“Wouldn’t want to keep the masses waiting.” Grant’s eyes sparkled as he picked up a packet of cigarettes from her bedside table.
Autumn rolled her eyes as she walked through her apartment. Her apartment opened into the small kitchen and dining area and Autumn grabbed a bottle of unmixed vodka from the kitchen island as she sashayed her way out of her apartment.
“Your arse looks nice.” Grant said as he closed the door to her apartment behind him.
“Thanks.” Grant held the door to the stairwell open for her and Autumn moved pass him before stopping to slide her high heeled shoes off. She held them in her hand as the door whooshed shut.
The stairwell was poorly lit and was always much cooler than the rest of the building. Autumn smiled at Grant as they started the trek down the four flights of stairs.
“You guys need an elevator.” Grant complained.
“It’s exercise.” She told him as she smiled over her shoulder at him.
“It sucks.” Grant whined as they reached the landing for the third floor. Autumn turned towards him placed a gently hand on his hip to stop Grant. She tilted her head back and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Grant leaned in and kissed her, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek.
“Two more to go.” Autumn whispered when he pulled away. She turned in her bare feet and moved off down the next flight of stairs.
“Looking forward to it.” He answered as he followed her down the stairs. The concrete floors were starting to chill her toes and she hurried down to the second storey landing.
Grant wasn’t far behind her and he caught her around the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her hard as he briefly lifted her off of her feet. Autumn wrapped her arms around his neck as she balanced on her toes to kiss him back. She felt a little light-headed, like a teenager after their first kiss.
Autumn pulled back to breathe and Grant licked her lip-gloss off of his lips. She looked up at him through lowered lashes before she stepped back and pulled away. Grant reached for her, his hands skimming over the fabric of her dress.
“Nice. On a scale of one to ten I’d give you a six.” Autumn grinned up at him before setting off down the stairs to the party downstairs.
“Bitch. I’ll show you a six.” Grant muttered as he followed her down. The stairwell opened directly into the patio area and was opened from the outside by a pin code specific to each tenant.
Autumn braced herself against the wall as she slid her shoes back on. Grant rested a steadying hand on her hip as she pulled her shoes on. He pushed the door outside open for her and she walked out, her ankles rolling a little as she adjusted to her heels.
“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Autumn said brightly as Grant followed her out onto the patio. Autumn’s eyes darted around the lantern lit area as she took everything in.
Sitting next to the barbeque was Penn and four other tenants. Abigail Swanson lived across the hall from Autumn and was seated next to Roman Morales. Roman lived on the fourth floor and was part of the smoking group crowded around the table. Samuel Vera who lived across from Roman was also smoking, his head rested on Abigail’s shoulder. Jennifer Talbot had her fingers wrapped around the bottle of Corona as she smoked.
Elliott was on the swing and was being pushed by Graham Enders while his father watched on. Marcus Watson was seated next to Edward and they were talking quietly. Trisha was seated on the plastic backyard set across the grass with Lucy while a small group of women sat around them in a semi-circle, an icebox acting as a makeshift table.
“I’m going over there.” Autumn pointed to the group around Trish while Grant made a beeline for the group of smokers.
Autumn settled herself down between Melanie Avery and Tara Frederic. Tara lived across the hall from Autumn and she passed her a bottle of premixed vodka.
“Hey Trish.” Autumn smiled brightly as Melanie moaned.
“You’re such a fucking Cadbury.” Lucy snorted in laughter.
“Piker.” Autumn said as Tara looked around the patio.
“Are you sure they got the invite?” Tara asked as Autumn glanced at her watch. It was nearly seven.
“We slid it into their mailbox.” Lucy shrugged.
“I’ll go check on him. No one knows better than me that little boys are a handful.” Trish struggled to her feet and eased herself past the group and waddled into the building.
“She’s so happy.” Lucy said softly.
“I hope I look that pretty pregnant.” Tara commented.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Melanie said.
“Maybe you’re pregnant.” Carrietta Vera said as she slid into one of the vacant plastic seats.
“Oh wait its Melanie she’s probably had one drink.”
“She’ll be a cheap date, two drinks and she’s gone.” Lucy said as Autumn took a sip of the flavoured drink in her hand.
“That’s not true. It takes at least three.” Melanie muttered giggling.
“You should be more like Autumn, she has one drink and decides to be responsible and stop.” Tara rested her hand on Autumn’s knee and squeezed.
“At least I’m a nice drunk. Last time you got sloshed you refused to move from couch and spent half the night yelling abuse at me and Grant.” Autumn protested.
“You guys were having sex.” Tara said, causing Autumn to snort derisively.
“Grant had passed out by the time I got to him.”
“Hello Papa Bear.” Lucy whistled lowly as she indicated behind them. Autumn set her drink down as the girls around her began to make murmurs of agreement. It was clear that Trish had returned with the new tenant and she turned around, smoothing the wrinkles in the skirt of her dress.
Autumn felt her stomach clench and her jaw drop as the moisture drained from her mouth. She sucked a deep breath in as she tilted her head to the side. Standing next to Trish in cut off denims and a black shirt, a small child cradled against his chest, was Dominick d’Abreau.
Another chapter I'm not entirely hapy with. But it was the best one I've got.
Until next time.
Alice.
Title: Maraschino
Chapter: Three
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Autumn Richards was just as average and everyday as ever. Then why was Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome still stalking her?
Maraschino
Chapter 3
“Zip!” Grant looked up from his pants as he tried to buckle his belt.
“Nice dress.” Grant said as he finished with his belt and moved to help her. Autumn’s bedroom was tiny and cramped and most of the space was taken up her large, queen-sized bed. All of Autumn’s other belongings had been relegated to the makeshift office that she had made in the second bedroom.
“Thanks.” Autumn glanced out over the summer sunset as Grant placed a hand on the small of her back and eased the zipper on her pink summer dress up.
“The colour looks good on you.” He complimented as he turned her around. Autumn cast a worried glance at her bust. The dress was a little old and she had gained weight.
“You don’t think it’s a little.” Autumn waved in the general area of her chest and Grant grinned lecherously at her. Autumn frowned at him and crossed her arms over her chest, covering her cleavage.
“It’s fine babe.” Grant smiled earnestly at her as he tugged a t-shirt on. The pale purple cotton slid down the smooth white skin of his chest and settled into place.
“Really?” Autumn smoothed a hand over the curve of her waist as she looked up at him through lowered lashes.
“Baby. Stop it.” He scolded as he batted her hands away and tugged her close. He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into his chest. He smelt like freshly mown grass, lavender fabric softener and the perfume she had bought him for his birthday.
“You smell nice.” She told him as he lowered his hands to rest on the curve of her bum.
“You don’t’ smell too bad either.” He grinned again and Autumn pulled away to glance at her watch.
“We’re late.” She told him.
“Wouldn’t want to keep the masses waiting.” Grant’s eyes sparkled as he picked up a packet of cigarettes from her bedside table.
Autumn rolled her eyes as she walked through her apartment. Her apartment opened into the small kitchen and dining area and Autumn grabbed a bottle of unmixed vodka from the kitchen island as she sashayed her way out of her apartment.
“Your arse looks nice.” Grant said as he closed the door to her apartment behind him.
“Thanks.” Grant held the door to the stairwell open for her and Autumn moved pass him before stopping to slide her high heeled shoes off. She held them in her hand as the door whooshed shut.
The stairwell was poorly lit and was always much cooler than the rest of the building. Autumn smiled at Grant as they started the trek down the four flights of stairs.
“You guys need an elevator.” Grant complained.
“It’s exercise.” She told him as she smiled over her shoulder at him.
“It sucks.” Grant whined as they reached the landing for the third floor. Autumn turned towards him placed a gently hand on his hip to stop Grant. She tilted her head back and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Grant leaned in and kissed her, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek.
“Two more to go.” Autumn whispered when he pulled away. She turned in her bare feet and moved off down the next flight of stairs.
“Looking forward to it.” He answered as he followed her down the stairs. The concrete floors were starting to chill her toes and she hurried down to the second storey landing.
Grant wasn’t far behind her and he caught her around the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her hard as he briefly lifted her off of her feet. Autumn wrapped her arms around his neck as she balanced on her toes to kiss him back. She felt a little light-headed, like a teenager after their first kiss.
Autumn pulled back to breathe and Grant licked her lip-gloss off of his lips. She looked up at him through lowered lashes before she stepped back and pulled away. Grant reached for her, his hands skimming over the fabric of her dress.
“Nice. On a scale of one to ten I’d give you a six.” Autumn grinned up at him before setting off down the stairs to the party downstairs.
“Bitch. I’ll show you a six.” Grant muttered as he followed her down. The stairwell opened directly into the patio area and was opened from the outside by a pin code specific to each tenant.
Autumn braced herself against the wall as she slid her shoes back on. Grant rested a steadying hand on her hip as she pulled her shoes on. He pushed the door outside open for her and she walked out, her ankles rolling a little as she adjusted to her heels.
“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Autumn said brightly as Grant followed her out onto the patio. Autumn’s eyes darted around the lantern lit area as she took everything in.
Sitting next to the barbeque was Penn and four other tenants. Abigail Swanson lived across the hall from Autumn and was seated next to Roman Morales. Roman lived on the fourth floor and was part of the smoking group crowded around the table. Samuel Vera who lived across from Roman was also smoking, his head rested on Abigail’s shoulder. Jennifer Talbot had her fingers wrapped around the bottle of Corona as she smoked.
Elliott was on the swing and was being pushed by Graham Enders while his father watched on. Marcus Watson was seated next to Edward and they were talking quietly. Trisha was seated on the plastic backyard set across the grass with Lucy while a small group of women sat around them in a semi-circle, an icebox acting as a makeshift table.
“I’m going over there.” Autumn pointed to the group around Trish while Grant made a beeline for the group of smokers.
Autumn settled herself down between Melanie Avery and Tara Frederic. Tara lived across the hall from Autumn and she passed her a bottle of premixed vodka.
“Hey Trish.” Autumn smiled brightly as Melanie moaned.
“You’re such a fucking Cadbury.” Lucy snorted in laughter.
“Piker.” Autumn said as Tara looked around the patio.
“Are you sure they got the invite?” Tara asked as Autumn glanced at her watch. It was nearly seven.
“We slid it into their mailbox.” Lucy shrugged.
“I’ll go check on him. No one knows better than me that little boys are a handful.” Trish struggled to her feet and eased herself past the group and waddled into the building.
“She’s so happy.” Lucy said softly.
“I hope I look that pretty pregnant.” Tara commented.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Melanie said.
“Maybe you’re pregnant.” Carrietta Vera said as she slid into one of the vacant plastic seats.
“Oh wait its Melanie she’s probably had one drink.”
“She’ll be a cheap date, two drinks and she’s gone.” Lucy said as Autumn took a sip of the flavoured drink in her hand.
“That’s not true. It takes at least three.” Melanie muttered giggling.
“You should be more like Autumn, she has one drink and decides to be responsible and stop.” Tara rested her hand on Autumn’s knee and squeezed.
“At least I’m a nice drunk. Last time you got sloshed you refused to move from couch and spent half the night yelling abuse at me and Grant.” Autumn protested.
“You guys were having sex.” Tara said, causing Autumn to snort derisively.
“Grant had passed out by the time I got to him.”
“Hello Papa Bear.” Lucy whistled lowly as she indicated behind them. Autumn set her drink down as the girls around her began to make murmurs of agreement. It was clear that Trish had returned with the new tenant and she turned around, smoothing the wrinkles in the skirt of her dress.
Autumn felt her stomach clench and her jaw drop as the moisture drained from her mouth. She sucked a deep breath in as she tilted her head to the side. Standing next to Trish in cut off denims and a black shirt, a small child cradled against his chest, was Dominick d’Abreau.
Another chapter I'm not entirely hapy with. But it was the best one I've got.
Until next time.
Alice.