ROLLING IN THE DEEP

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! The bags sagged in her arms as she made her way towards the apartment building. Out of the two of them, she was the only one who could actually cook a decent meal, and honestly, she was tired of take-out. Charlotte had probably had enough pizza and Chinese food to last her a life time. Smiling gratefully at Norman the Doorman, she slowly made her way through the doors. The glitz and glamour of the building once against amazed her; it seemed impossible that she lived in such a place. It was a modernized castle in her opinion, only instead of sharing her room with a prince, it was with the devil. Of course, it was a cuter version of the devil, but a devil no less. He was the devil in disguise that was it. It really sucked, knowing that she couldn’t live alone anymore. It was stupid and pointless, and here she was, a twenty-two year old that couldn’t party in fear of being punished by her mother. Her mother wasn’t even in California; she was in New York City, finishing some deals with some agencies or something like that. Honestly, she could care less. As the elevator continued its way up to one of the top levels, Charlotte pondered the relationship she had with Porter, or lack of. She was sure that deep, deep down inside, he was a pleasant man that any girl could fall in love with, but she couldn’t see it. Hell, she was tired of picking up after him and cooking and doing everything. Sure, there were a couple of maids wandering around the penthouse during the day, but he was just so messy! This was why she had never had a roommate; she was compulsively clean and Porter just…wasn’t. Well, he wasn’t horrible, but she needed something to make him worse in her mind. Oh, and he never cooked. Never. The elevator dinged and Charlotte made her way out, thanking the lord that there wasn’t a door she had to open to get into the kitchen. Sighing in relief, she placed the bags on the table before placing her hands on her hips. A game plan was starting to form in her mind; she would make dinner and cookies. Just as she was planning on what to make, her cell phone buzzed. ”Home early; you and Porter are meeting me and Andrew for din!” her mother texted her cheerfully and Charlotte let out a groan. No, just no. Her mother continued to text her what time would be good and all that nonsense as Charlotte began to create the cookie dough. She loved cooking. Cooking was a hidden passion; it often surprised people when they found out she was actually good at cooking. Faintly, she heard the shower from the other room turn off but ignored it as she turned on the radio. A Katy Perry song came on the radio and she began to sing along with the lyrics, slightly off-tune but she knew all of the words. Charlotte laughed as she twirled around the kitchen before cracking a couple of eggs in a bowl. Flower and sugar soon followed in a separate bowl before she realized that the chocolate chips were still in the fridge and that she had left a bag or two of groceries on the counter. Quickly, and singing to the next song on the radio, Charlotte began to put away the fruits, vegetables and everything else she had bought from the store. Porter, because, of course, he was too lazy to do his own shopping, had added some personal items, which Charlotte threw into another bag. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was so nice to him; he was mean to her! A moment later, her phone vibrated from the counter and she stopped singing and turned down the music. Sevvie texted she, declaring a sleepover in a couple of days and she agreed for sure. Her and her best friends hadn’t gone out in forever; maybe Sevvie, Reese and Shasta could go out for a couple of drinks. That was what Charlotte needed; to get completely and utterly wasted without Porter and to forget, even just for a night, that he didn’t exist. Her ears picked up footsteps coming closer to the kitchen and she sighed. Oh, of course, he would come ruin her baking moment. 731 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,OH HAI PRETTY!

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 706 The Outfit: yum The Notes sry it took so long! hope it's worth the wait <3 PORTER WAS TIRED. AFTER SCREWING ONE OF THE MANY MAIDS PATROLLING THE APARTMENT - REALLY, WHAT ELSE WERE THEY DOING? BECAUSE THEY WERE WORTHLESS AT COOKING AND CLEANING - HE WAS POSITIVELY POOPED. HE'D SENT THE GIRL HOME, FOR GOOD - SHE WASN'T THAT GOOD ANYWAY - AND HE'D JUMPED INTO A NICE HOT SHOWER. THE WHOLE REASON HE'D SLEPT WITH THE GIRL WAS USELESS; HE HADN'T ACCOMPLISHED WHAT HE'D SET OUT TO ACCOMPLISH. HE STILL COULDN'T GET CHARLOTTE OUT OF HIS MIND - THE FEEL OF HER, THE WARMTH OF HER... EVERYTHING ABOUT HER - AND IT WAS DRIVING HIM INSANE. OF COURSE, THEIR FORCED LIVING ARRANGEMENTS CERTAINLY WEREN'T HELPING MATTERS. EVERY DAY HE HAD TO SEE HER AND SMELL HER WHEN SHE PUT HER PERFUME ON AND JUST LIVE AROUND HER. IT WASN'T EASY FOR HIS TEMPTATIONS. HE HAD TO BE HONEST WITH HIMSELF: HE WAS HOPELESSLY ATTRACTED TO HIS FIANCEE. HE HATED IT, BUT IT WAS TRUE. SHE REPRESENTED FOR HIM EVERYTHING THAT HE DIDN'T WANT IN HIS LIFE: DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY. LIVING ON THE EDGE WAS HIS TYPE OF THING, AND BEING MARRIED - BEING CHAINED DOWN TO ONE WOMAN FOR HOWEVER BRIEF A PERIOD OF TIME - WAS NOT HIS IDEA OF LIVING. CHARLOTTE HAD MADE IT OBVIOUS SHE PLANNED ON DIVORCING HIM AT LEAST A YEAR AFTER BEING MARRIED TO HIM - A FACT HE WASN'T SURE HOW HE FELT ABOUT - SO HE WOULDN'T BE TIED TO HER FOREVER. BUT HE STILL HAD TO LIVE THROUGH THE ENGAGEMENT AND MARRIAGE IN THE MEANTIME. TURNING OFF THE SHOWER, HE PUSHED THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR OPEN AND SNATCHED HIS TOWEL OFF OF THE RACK NEARBY. TOWELING HIMSELF OFF, HE TIED THE TOWEL AROUND HIS WAIST AND TOUSLED HIS HAIR IN THE MIRROR. HE WAS HOME ALONE, SO WHO CARED WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE? EVEN SO, HE WAS SLIGHTLY SWEATY FROM THE HEAT OF THE STEAM IN THE BATHROOM, SO, LEAVING HIS CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR - SCREW CHARLOTTE AND HER CLEANFREAKISHNESS - HE LEFT THE ROOM AND ENTERED THE LIVING ROOM. THE MASTER BATHROOM HAD TWO DOORS, ONE LEADING TO THE MASSIVE BEDROOM THAT CHARLOTTE HAD PROMPTLY CLAIMED AS HER OWN THE MOMENT THEY'D MOVED IN, AND A SECOND DOOR LEADING INTO THE MAIN LIVING ROOM WHICH WAS FAR MORE MASSIVE THAN THE LIVING ROOM IN MOST FULL HOUSES. GRANTED, THEY WERE TWO TRUST FUND BRATS BEING FUNDED BY THEIR ENORMOUSLY RICH PARENTS, SO THEY HAD THE BEST OF THE BEST. PORTER DOUBTED ANYONE IN SAPPHIRE BAY HAD SUCH OPULENCE AS THEIRS. RUNNING HIS HAND THROUGH HIS BLACK HAIR, HE MOVED TOWARD THE COUCH AND THE TV REMOTE BUT HALTED SUDDENLY AS HE HEARD NOISE COMING FROM THE KITCHEN. LISTENING CLOSELY, HIS MUSCLES BUNCHING AS HE STIFFENED TO BE AS QUIET AS POSSIBLE, HE HEARD OFF-KEY SINGING AND KATY PERRY WITH SOUNDS OF MIXING IN THE BACKGROUND. ROLLING HIS EYES, REALIZING HE WASN'T AS ALONE AS HE'D HOPED HE WAS, HE SUDDENLY SMILED TO HIMSELF. GETTING AN IDEA, HE LEFT THE REMOTE IN ITS RESTING POSITION AND HEADED FOR THE KITCHEN IN HIS TOWEL. THERE WERE TIMES, HE HAD TO BE HONEST WITH HIMSELF, THAT HE WONDERED IF CHARLOTTE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT NIGHT AS MUCH AS HE DID. IF SHE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT AT ALL. THAT NIGHT, THAT MOMENT, HAD BEEN PERFECTION, AND HE WONDERED - BRIEFLY, OF COURSE - IF SHE FELT THE SAME WAY. ASIDE FROM HIS MUSINGS, HE ENJOYED GETTING BENEATH HER SKIN, AND HE HAPPENED TO KNOW HE WAS ATTRACTIVE TO MOST WOMEN. HE USED HIS BODY, HIS EBONY HAIR, AND HIS ICE BLUE EYES TO WOO MANY AN UNSUSPECTING FEMALE LONG BEFORE CHARLOTTE EVER CAME ALONG. AND WITH THIS THOUGHT IN MIND, HE STEPPED INTO THE DOORWAY OF THE KITCHEN AND CROSSED HIS HANDS OVER HIS CHEST AND RAISED AN EYEBROW TO LOOK AT HER. "DON'T WE HAVE SERVANTS TO DO THAT SORT OF THING?" HE ASKED, LOOKING POINTEDLY AT HER BAKING EXPERIMENT. "OR WERE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME WHEN I WASN'T SUSPECTING?" HE WOULD HAVE SMILED - WHAT HE'D SAID WAS HUMOROUS AFTER ALL - BUT HE COULDN'T BARE JOKING WITH HER. SHE WASN'T HIS FRIEND AFTER ALL; SHE WAS HIS BALL AND CHAIN. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Whether she would admit it or not, Charlotte actually wanted to get along with Porter. Not only would she have to be around him for the next year or so, but she was sure that deep down, he was an intelligent and interesting human being. She may not be nice to his face, but she was friendly with the gestures she performed. Did he actually think she enjoyed cleaning his disgusting underwear and cooking dinner for him every night? No, she did not, but she cleaned up after him and tried to cook what she knew he enjoyed. Charlotte wanted him to feel comfortable and just expected a little bit in return. Couldn’t he contribute to the household by getting groceries, picking up after himself, or even saying thank you? But Charlotte had long ago stopped expecting kindness from her little gestures. Humming to herself, she placed the carton of eggs back into the refrigerator. When she was younger, she had a secret dream of becoming a chef. Ophelia used to tell her daughter that she would walk in on Charlotte following the chef, a little bubblegum pink apron wrapped around her waist. When Charlotte turned fifteen, she wanted to be a fashion designer. Girls used to copy her fashion styles and would beg to know where Charlotte found all the unique headbands and shoes. Now, at the age of twenty-two, Charlotte knew what she wanted to be. Hell, she had known what she had wanted to be when she had turned sixteen. But it was her secret, her deepest secret. No one ever asked her what she wanted to do with her life, who she wanted to be; it was just assumed that she would be another trust fund child who lived on her parent’s assists. No, that wasn’t what she wanted to be. Charlotte wanted to be anything but that. Her mind continued to wander to other topics as she hummed to the next tune that appeared on the radio. She would have to look for a new maid tomorrow morning, considering Porter had fired the last two. The girl probably weren’t too good in bed, and Charlotte knew for a fact that the girl had never cleaned a day in her life. After all, a coat of dust covered the screen of the TV and the dressers throughout the house. She hadn’t even heard that Porter fired the last maid until the company called and asked if she would like another interview. It would have been nice for her to not sound like a blubbering idiot, but she had, and she now felt embarrassed. Honestly, Charlotte wasn’t expecting much, but a nice text message telling her what he had done-or hadn’t, for that matter-during the day that would impact her life would be nice. This relationship with him was not ideal, but the whole situation was either. But perhaps she was crabby and a bitch to him was because she hadn’t gotten laid since him. When the brunette closed her eyes when she felt a moment of heat, he appeared. His lips, trailing down her neck and his hands, running up and down her spine, taunting her. Their attraction was not normal, and it was too deep for her. She knew, the moment they had finished the dirty deed, that she would want it again. And as he entered the kitchen, a cotton layer separating her eyes from his glory, she felt the heat flow through her veins. The passion was almost too much not to act on, but she inhaled and exhaled, calming herself immediately. Did he think about that night as much as she did? Probably not, but Charlotte hoped he did. She hoped that he would make a move, that he wanted her almost as badly as she wanted him right now. He could have any girl he wanted, and she was probably another girl he had added to his list of girls. He would never want her that was just the reality. Her eyes raked his body for a moment, and she was sure he noticed, but that was alright. Charlotte wasn’t stupid; she knew how to play the same game he was playing. She could be the seductive mistress just like he could be the seductive hottie. ”Considering I’ve cooked for the last four nights, I would say no,” she began, pouring a little bit of flower into the mixture. ”If I wanted to posion you, you would have been dead already.” A smirk toyed at the edge of her lips, but she refused to make it too noticeable. He wasn’t her friend; Porter was the enemy in a sense. Sighing, she turned to him. ”Can I help you with something?” she batted her eyelashes before flicking a little bit of flower in his direction. She watched it soar through the air and hit his chest, leaving a small mark of white against his tan chest. ”Oops, sorry” Charlotte said, not sounding sorry at all. 833 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,LITTLE CHOPPY, SORRY!

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 731 The Outfit: yum The Notes heh heh THERE WERE MOMENTS WHEN THIS CONSTANT FIGHTING BETWEEN HIM AND CHARLOTTE REALLY EXHAUSTED HIM. HE WAS CONSTANTLY HAVING TO COME UP WITH COMEBACKS AND JABS TO GET BENEATH HER SKIN AND THERE REALLY WASN'T ANYTHING GOOD TO COME OUT OF IT. HE HAD A WHOLE RETINUE OF MAIDS TO SLEEP WITH, BUT HE WAS UNSATISFIED. SINCE CHARLOTTE, HE'D BEEN LIKE A RECOVERING DRUG ADDICT. HE TRIED OTHER SUBSTANCES, BUT NOTHING SATISFIED HIS CRAVING LIKE SHE DID. AND HE COULDN'T HAVE HER. NOW, AFTER THEIR ENGAGEMENT, SHE WAS EVEN MORE UNTOUCHABLE THAN BEFORE. IT SUCKED, AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY. TYPICALLY, ENGAGED PERSONS WERE ENTITLED TO AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF FOREPLAY. BUT, NO, HE WAS LEFT HIGH AND DRY WITH NOTHING BUT THE HELP TO DEVOUR. LEANING ON THE DOORJAM, ALLOWING HIS STEAMED MUSCLES TO REFLECT THE LIGHT AS HE OFFERED HER ONE OF THOSE GRINS THAT REITERATED JUST HOW UNTOUCHABLE HE WAS, PORTER NOTICED HER TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN AND OUT. HE WAS PROBABLY IRRITATING THE HELL OUT OF HER, AND HE SMILED MISCHIEVIOUSLY AT THE THOUGHT. HE WANTED TO IRRITATE HER. IF HE COULD GET SOME SORT OF REACTION OUT OF HER, THEN IT WAS THE CLOSEST HE COULD GET TO THAT NIGHT. HE COULDN'T JUST WALK UP TO HER AND LIFT HER UP ON THE COUNTERTOP AND DO BAD THINGS TO HER LIKE HE WANTED TO, SO HE'D HAVE TO SETTLE WITH PICKING AT HER. SHE HISSED THAT THERE WERE NO SERVANTS TO COOK, AND HE SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS. "OH, YOU THINK THAT HIGHLY OF YOURSELF, HMM?" HE ASKED AS SHE SUGGESTED SHE WOULD HAVE SUCCESSFULLY POISONED HIM ALREADY IF SHE'D BEEN TRYING. MOVING FROM THE DOORJAM, HE WALKED CLOSER TO HER, COMING BEHIND THE COUNTER TO LOOK AT HER PROJECT. SHE ALREADY HAD THE FLOUR AND OTHER INGREDIENTS MIXED, AND HE GUESSED SHE HAD THE OVEN HEATING SINCE IT WAS A LITTLE HOT IN THE ROOM. OR MAYBE THAT WAS A MIXTURE OF HIS HOT SHOWER AND HER NEARNESS. HE HAD TO ADMIT HIS BODY TEMPERATURE ROSE ALMOST VISIBLY AS HE GREW CLOSER TO HER, AND HE WAS GLAD HE WAS ABLE TO CONTROL HIMSELF OR HE MAY SHOW MORE THAN HE WANTED BEHIND HIS TOWEL. AS HE GOT CLOSER, SHE SARCASTICALLY ASKED IF SHE COULD HELP HIM WITH ANYTHING, AND HE SMILED. PLANTING ONE HAND ON THE COUNTERTOP SO SHE COULDN'T REACH ONE OF HER BOWLS OF INGREDIENTS, HE RAISED HIS EYEBROWS AND EYED HER. DAMN, HE WANTED TO FUCK HER RIGHT HERE AND NOW. "NOT AT ALL," HE REPLIED SMOOTHLY, COVERING HIS DESIRE TO THE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. HE DOUBTED HE COULD HIDE THE POWER OF IT IN HIS EYES, BUT HIS FACE AND VOICE HID EVERYTHING. CHARLOTTE, HOWEVER, WAS NOT GOING TO PLAY EASILY. SHE TURNED, AND FOR THE BRIEFEST OF MOMENTS HE SAW SOMETHING FLICKER IN HER EYES - DID SHE... DID SHE WANT HIM TOO? - BUT IT WAS GONE BEFORE HE COULD INTERPRET IT. AND THEN SHE HIT HIM WITH A SPOONFUL OF FLOUR. IT STUCK EASILY TO HIS STILL-DAMP CHEST, AND HE GAPED AT THE STUFF. NOW HE'D HAVE TO BATHE AGAIN. RAISING HIS GAZE, HIS EYES FLICKERED DANGEROUSLY - THE DESIRE HE FELT WAS FUELING HIM NOW - AND HE REACHED FOR THE EGGS SETTING ON THE COUNTERTOP. GRABBING THE NEAREST ONE, HE CAREFULLY CRACKED IT AND LET THE GOOEY YOLK DRIP INTO HER PERFECTLY STRAIGHTENED HAIR. HE KNEW HOW METICULOUS SHE WAS ABOUT HER HAIR. OFFERING HER A SMILE, HE COCKED HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE AND RAISED HIS EYEBROWS IN CHALLENGE. "SO YOU WANT TO PLAY THAT GAME, HM?" HE ASKED CHALLENGINGLY. HE MOVED A STEP CLOSER TO HER, RESTRAINING HIMSELF FROM GRABBING HER AND DOING WHAT HE REALLY WANTED TO DO. HE HAD TO CONTROL HIMSELF BETTER. IT WASN'T LIKE THEY WERE FRIENDLY OR IN LOVE OR EVEN ROMANTIC AT ALL. THEY WERE UNWILLINGLY ENGAGED AND FORCED TO LIVE TOGETHER. THEIR SITUATION COULDN'T BE LESS ROMANTIC. YET HE FELT HIS ARMS ACHING TO CRUSH HER TO HIM, AND HIS LIPS BURNING TO FEEL HER HOT SKIN AGAINST HIS MOUTH. AS HE MOVED CLOSER TO HER, FEELING THE HEAT RADIATING OFF OF HIS OWN BODY AND SMELLING HER SWEET, SPICY PERFUME, HE MOVED TO BACK HER AGAINST THE COUNTER, NOT CARING ABOUT THE COOKING PROJECT ANYMORE. "DON'T START SOMETHING YOU CAN'T FINISH, PRINCESS." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Her energy was draining fast when her snarky remarks shot out of her mouth. Charlotte had to pretend that she was alright, that this constant bickering wasn’t getting to her, emotionally and physically. Physically, she was drained and exhausted and tired. Emotionally, she was attracted to the arguments. Porter always looked more attractive, more edible, when he was arguing over something so simple and trivial. His face seemed to get flushed and he never backed down; the brunette had a backbone, and it made it a challenge for her to get underneath his skin and to make him feel uncomfortable. Sure, she had done it a couple of times during their many arguments, but she wanted to bring it back again. Charlotte liked a challenge, and Porter screamed challenge to her. Praying to herself, Charlotte didn’t want Porter to know just how attracted she was to him right now. No, he wasn’t allowed to know. He probably didn’t feel the same way, and the last thing she wanted was to allow him to have the upper hand. The upper hand would lead to her downfall, and there was no way Charlotte was going to lose. Charlotte was a winner, and winners always won. Just because she wanted to jump Porter every second of the damn day did not mean she was actually going to jump him and let him know her true inner lusts. Oh, but his muscles were flexing in front of her and he had the trail that dipped right beneath the towel…her mind continued to wander. Lust was a horrible sensation. Shrugging, she filled a cup with chocolate chips. ”At least I’m actually doing something instead of playing video games and seducing the staff” she responded stiffly. Suddenly, Charlotte felt heat coming from behind her and she knew that he was close. Oh god, he was so close to her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she could hear him breathing and she was brought back to his gasps for air, his moans and his husky voice edging her on. But just as quickly as the memories came, she pushed them away, knowing that this was not the time and place. Perhaps she could seduce someone at the bar when she, Sevvie and Reese went out later this week. A good lay would clean her mind. She hoped it would, anyways, but she was certain that it would do nothing to help her case. In fact, it would probably have the opposite effect. His hand fell on the bowl she needed next and she rolled her eyes. More child-like taunts? He really needed to grow up. Charlotte stood on her tippy toes to try and reach the bowl, but was unsuccessful. God, he was annoying. ”Can I have the bowl please?” she asked sarcasm dripping from her voice. His eyes flickered with what she hoped was lust. Could it be possible that he wanted her as much as she wanted him? No, it wasn’t possible. Porter hated her, detested her, and she probably wasn’t the best lay he had ever had. She was just imaging and pretending to see what she wanted to see. It wasn’t fair. Charlotte wanted attraction and love, not just attraction. A giggle escaped her lips as she watched the flower stick to his damp chest, outlining the muscles. She watched his hand reach for the eggs and tried to move, but the yolk suddenly began to trickle down and mix with her silky locks. Oh. My. God. ”PORTER!” she screeched, feeling her face turn red with anger and lust. Grabbing some more flower, she threw it at his face before grabbing some chocolate syrup that she had taken out to do something with-now she no longer remembered- she squirted some in his direction, laughter pouring out of her mouth. Quickly, she turned and began to run around the counter. ”Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess” she taunted back at him before stopping. Her hands were filled with a bag of flower and a cup of chocolate chips, not enough to do too much damage but enough to protect her with. Charlotte backed up, expecting more room, but hit the corner of the counter. Looking to her left, she saw the hallway leading to her bedroom. There was no way she was going to get her room dirty, but the other option was to remain stuck and get cornered by Porter. Yup, she was cornered. The ingredients were drying to his body, and all she wanted to do was wash him herself later. Another wave of lust rushed through her veins as she realized that for once, she was actually enjoying herself around him. And honestly, she liked this playful side of Porter. 791 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,HEHE!

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 807 The Outfit: yum The Notes bad boy, porter. *smacks hand* ok, carry on now *allows to run wild* xD HER REACTION TO THE EGG IN HER HAIR WAS PRICELESS, AND HE THREW HIS HEAD BACK WITH LAUGHTER. SURE, HE WAS PICKING ON HER, AND HE REALLY SHOULDN'T BE ENJOYING THIS AS MUCH AS HE WAS, BUT HE WAS... HAVING FUN. YES, HE WAS HAVING FUN. IT WASN'T EVIL, IT WAS JUST FUN. PLAIN AND SIMPLE. BEFORE HE KNEW IT, HE HAD FLOUR IN HIS MOUTH AS SHE GRABBED SOME OF THE WHITE POWDER AND THREW IT IN HIS FACE. COUGHING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME, NO LONGER ANGRY ALTHOUGH THE DESIRE FOR HER REMAINED, HE WIPED HIS EYES AND SUDDENLY SAW CHOCOLATE SYRUP SPRAYING AT HIM. DODGING OUT OF THE WAY AS CHARLOTTE DARTED AWAY FROM HIM, HE ALMOST SLIPPED ON THE LITTERED FLOOR BUT CAUGHT HIMSELF IN TIME TO LOOK UP AND SEE HER SKITTER AROUND THE EDGE OF THE COUNTER WITH MORE BAKING INGREDIENTS. HE HADN'T PLAYED LIKE THIS SINCE HE WAS PROBABLY TEN YEARS OLD, AND THAT HADN'T BEEN WITH CHILDREN HIS OWN AGE BUT WITH HIS BUTLER, THURSTON. THE SAME BUTLER WHO STILL SERVED HIS FATHER AND WOULD ETERNALLY BE MORE OF A FATHER TO HIM THAN HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. THURSTON WOULD NEVER OPENLY SAY IT, BUT PORTER KNEW THE OLD MAN WOULD NEVER AGREE TO WHAT ANDREW WAS PUTTING HIS SON THROUGH. HE WAS THE BEST EMPLOYEE IN THE WORLD, FAITHFUL AND LOYAL, AND HE WOULD NEVER SPEAK ILL AGAINST HIS MASTER, BUT HE ALSO DIDN'T AGREE WITH EVERYTHING ANDREW SENIOR DID. IN TYPICAL BUTLER TRADITION, THURSTON WAS BRITISH BORN AND BRED, AND HIS IDEALS WERE OFTEN DIFFERENT THAN THE AMERICAN BUSINESSMAN. AS FAR AS PORTER KNEW, ARRANGED MARRIAGE HAD BEEN POPULAR IN ENGLAND MUCH LONGER THAN IN THE STATES, BUT HE STILL DIDN'T THINK THURSTON WOULD HAVE EVER PUT HIS SON THROUGH WHAT PORTER WAS DEALING WITH. THE MAN LOVED HIM LIKE A SON, AND PORTER HAD AN EQUAL AFFECTION FOR THE OLD BUTLER. IF ONLY HE'D BEEN BORN A POOR BOY WITH A DAD LIKE THAT INSTEAD OF THE ASSHOLE HE'D ENDED UP WITH. STRAIGHTENING AND MOVING OUT OF THE PUDDLE OF EGG YOLKS AND FLOUR, PORTER WATCHED CHARLOTTE'S LITHE MOVEMENTS AROUND THE KITCHEN AND COULDN'T HELP SMILING AT HER GIRLISH LAUGHTER. HE COULD IMAGINE HER AS A CHILD, YOUNG AND FREE-SPIRITED, BEFORE HER MOTHER BROKE HER INTO WHAT SHE WAS NOW. DEEP DOWN, JUST AS WITH HIM, HE ASSUMED THERE WAS A SOFTER CHARLOTTE THAT JUST FELT THE HEAVINESS OF A WORLD THAT EXPECTED MUCH MORE OUT OF HER THAN SHE HAD TO OFFER. SHE BEGAN BACKING AWAY FROM HIM AS HE QUICKLY HEADED OFF HER ESCAPE ROUTE, AND HE SAW HER GLANCE TO THE SIDE, LOOKING TOWARD HER BEDROOM, BUT SHE HAD NO WAY TO GET AWAY. THE GLANCE TO HER BEDROOM ALMOST THREW HIM OVER THE EDGE AND HIS SELF-CONTROL WAS ALMOST BLOWN OUT THE WINDOW AS HE GOT A MENTAL IMAGE OF THE TWO OF THEM COVERED IN BAKING INGREDIENTS AND SWEAT IN HER BED. REINING HIMSELF IN, HE PLANTED HIS HANDS ON EITHER SIDE OF HER AND BORED INTO HER WITH HIS ICE BLUE GAZE. A SMALL, COY SMILE CURVED OVER HIS LIPS AS HE LEANED IN TO HER, UNABLE TO KEEP AWAY ANY LONGER. "PINNED YA," HE MURMURED INTO HER EAR AS HE DIPPED HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE AND BROUGHT HIS LIPS UP NEXT TO HER EAR. HIS HEART BEAT QUICKLY BOTH FROM THE EXERTION OF CHASING HER IN THE KITCHEN AND FROM THE BLOOD PULSING SO RAPIDLY THROUGH HIS VEINS AT HER NEARNESS. ONE HAND LEFT THE COUNTERTOP AND FOUND ITS WAY TO HER WAIST WHERE HIS FINGERS GRASPED DESPERATELY AT HER SHIRT BUT DIDN'T PULL AT IT JUST YET. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MOMENT FELT DIFFERENT THAN THE RAW MOMENT THEY'D HAD IN THE CLUB. HE'D WANTED HER SO BADLY SINCE THAT NIGHT, BUT HE DIDN'T WANT ANYTHING ABOUT IT TO BE FORCED. HE WANTED HER TO WANT HIM TOO, EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY FOR THIS MOMENT AND THEY WENT BACK TO HATING EACH OTHER AGAIN IN THE MORNING. RIGHT NOW, HE WAS JUST A MAN AND SHE WAS JUST A WOMAN. THEY WERE NO LONGER PORTER AND CHARLOTTE, ARCHENEMIES AND RIVALS. HIS LIPS FOUND HER NECK AND HE SKIMMED HER JAWLINE AS HE MADE HIS WAY BACK TO HER FACE WHERE HE PULLED BACK AND LOOKED INTO HER INTELLIGENT, BEAUTIFUL EYES. "CHARLOTTE..." HE COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS TO FINISH WHATEVER HE'D BEEN ABOUT TO SAY. HIS SELF-CONTROL WAS COMPLETELY GONE, AND HE NEEDED HER NOW, CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND ALL. GRABBING HER FACE WITH HIS FREE HAND, HE PULLED HER LIPS ONTO HIS AND PRESSED HER BODY AGAINST HIS OWN, KNOWING THE FLOUR ON HIS CHEST WAS LIKELY GETTING HER CLOTHES ALL MESSY AND NOT GIVING A DAMN. THEY HAD A WASHER AND DRYER FOR A REASON. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! He laughed. Porter Middleton was actually enjoying himself, and if that meant she had to get an egg cracked on her head, then she would take it. If something so sweet could come out of his mouth, it meant that he was a human being. It meant that he could enjoy life and have fun. Her heart thudded in her chest as each note sang out of his mouth; he had a nice laugh. Charlotte smiled to herself, knowing that he was a semi-normal person, that he could enjoy life. Laughter escaped her lips as she watched him almost slip from the moist flower, egg yolk and chocolate syrup that scattered the tile floor. It would be a pain in the ass to clean up, but that was the last thing on her mind. She was enjoying the company of a man she usually detested; any mess in the world would be worth a moment like this. Charlotte had never done this when she was younger. Sure, she was found in the kitchen cooking up a storm, but the cook had always kept it clean. Gerald was not used to children following him around the kitchen, begging to be taught the difference between mozzarella and American cheese. His kitchen had always been under pristine care, silver pots shining in the light and granite counters so clean she could see her reflection in it. No, the last time she had acted this childish was when she was at Sevvie’s house, with Reese throwing marshmallows at her for texting a boy she had liked for two days. Nothing too dirty, but a memory that would fester in her mind forever. Now, the memory of Porter running around with a thin piece of cotton covering his treasures and covered in flower would stay in her mind, a memory she was sure would bring a smile to her face every single day. Charlotte’s insides filled with fluttering butterflies as she watched Porter laugh and wipe off some of the flour from his face. No, she couldn’t be developing feelings for him; he was a monster. But, as her inner mind argued with the defiant part of her mind, he wasn’t a demon. Porter was simply a misunderstood man who, like herself, never allowed himself to truly trust someone. They were, in a way, a perfect match. Watching him closely, she could see the age within him. He was a man who had seen too much, been told too much, and had had the innocence stolen from him at a young age. His father had turned him into an adult too early, refusing to spend time with him, saying business was more important. It was like her mother, who had put the need for sex and business in front of raising her only daughter. Two of the same; it was something she didn’t want to believe. She didn’t want to believe that maybe she and Porter had more in common than she thought. Her brown eyes quickly darted to and from her bedroom as her mind began to imagine Porter and her covering her Egyptian cotton sheets with yolk and flower. Her self-control was being pushed to the limits now. Suddenly, he was on her, his body heaving from chasing her around the kitchen. Their chests almost touching, his hands so close to covering hers, they were so close. As Porter’s eyes bore into hers, studying her every move, Charlotte was sure he was lusting after her now. There was no denying it. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his warm breath tickling her neck. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and she was sure that Porter could see her reaction. It was hard to hide, anyways. His fingers tickled her waist and she leaned into his body, craving more. Charlotte was so close to him, it was hard to control. She tilted her neck to the side, her hair tumbling on side as she elongated her neck. Just a kiss would be nice. A kiss would be enough for her drug addiction. This moment was different than the last time. That night was her craving for sex, now it was something more. Her stomach was fluttering, her pulse was racing and her body was craving. Right now, to her, there was no arch rivalry. Right now, there were just feelings blooming in her heart. ”You did” she whispered, her conscious referring to the fact that she knew her heart was being pinned. She may hate him, detest him, want to destroy him, but she knew him. Charlotte knew his pain, knew why he was the way he was and knew that there was a man that loved to laugh deep down. And that knowledge would be the death of her. Lips skimmed her neck and she felt her flour covered hands make their way through his hair. She let out a small giggle as she felt his lips skim her jaw line. Their eyes met and she heard her name come out as a whisper. She had never heard her name being said like that, never felt the want before. She was about to respond but didn’t have enough time as their lips collided. One of her hands snuck away from his hair and she broke apart from him, a small playful smile appearing on her lips. Quickly, she lifted her messy white shirt off her body and brought her lips back to him. Charlotte wanted him, needed him, and she wanted and needed it now. 923 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,HEHE!

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 710 The Outfit: yum The Notes awww, a moment! IT WAS LIKE THAT FIRST NIGHT WHEN HE'D FIRST MET HER WITHOUT KNOWING HER NAME, EXCEPT... DIFFERENT. THIS TIME, ALTHOUGH HE THIRSTED FOR HER AS BADLY AS HE HAD THAT TIME BEFORE, IT WASN'T A ROUGH AND TUMBLE ENCOUNTER LIKE BEFORE. HER FLOUR-COATED HANDS MOVED INTO HIS BLACK HAIR, LEAVING BEHIND STREAKS OF THE WHITE POWDER THAT CLUNG TO HIS DAMP TENDRILS, INSTANTLY ATTRACTED TO THE MOISTURE. HIS OWN HANDS MOVED TO ENCIRCLE HER BACK, CARESSING HER UNTIL HE REACHED HER THIGHS WHERE HE HOISTED HER UP ONTO THE COUNTERTOP. THANKFULLY, IT WAS JUST THE RIGHT HEIGHT THAT SHE COULD WRAP HER LEGS AROUND HIM IF SHE SO WANTED, AND HE CERTAINLY HOPE SHE WANTED. HIS HEART BEAT LIKE AND OUT OF TIME STOPWATCH, POUNDING MONOTONOUSLY DESPERATE IN HIS CHEST. HE ROAMED HER PETITE FRAME WITH HIS HANDS, NOT ROUGH BUT IN AN EXPLORATORY WAY SO HE COULD FEEL EVERY INCH OF HER. WHEN SHE PULLED AWAY FROM HIM TO REMOVE HER SHIRT, HE WAS AT FIRST AFRAID HE'D GONE TOO FAR, THAT SHE WAS ABOUT TO SLAP HIM AND CALL HIM AN ASS, BUT SHE SIMPLY SLIPPED OFF THE GARMENT, SMILED AT HIM, AND THEN KISSED HIM PASSIONATELY. IF IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR HIS TINY LITTLE HEART TO EXPLODE, IT WOULD HAVE AT THAT MOMENT. THE ECSTASY HE FELT WITH HER WAS IDENTICAL TO THEIR PRIOR ENCOUNTER, AND HE FOUND HIMSELF BECOMING LOST IN HER JUST AS BEFORE. HE NO LONGER REMEMBERED HE WAS SUPPOSED TO HATE HER AND SHE WAS HIS ENEMY; IT WAS JUST TWO PEOPLE UNCONCERNED WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. PORTER DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THEIR SHAM ENGAGEMENT AS THEY LOWERED ONTO THE FLOOR, FLOUR AND EGGS AND CHOCOLATE SYRUP SURROUNDING THEM. THANKFULLY, THEIR SERVANTS WERE USELESS OR THEY COULD HAVE ENDED UP IN A RATHER AWKWARD EXPLAINATION. EVERYONE KNEW THEY HATED EACH OTHER. CHARLOTTE'S FRIENDS HAD A LITTLE 'SHEMAN PORTER-HATERS' CLUB GOING, AND PORTER'S FRIENDS REFERRED TO CHARLOTTE NOT-SO-LOVINGLY AS THE 'ICE QUEEN'. THE TABLOIDS EVEN KNEW IT. ALTHOUGH SOME OF THE PAPERS AND MAGAZINES TOOK PHOTOS OF THE TWO TOGETHER IN THEIR SPARSE OUTINGS TOGETHER, THE PAPARAZZI LOVED TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT WAS REALLY GOING ON. ANYONE WITH AN OUNCE OF COMMON SENSE AND A BIT OF AN ABILITY TO EXAMINE BODY LANGUAGE COULD READ HOW UNCONNECTED THE TWO WERE. IF ONLY THEY COULD SEE THEM NOW... IT SEEMED THAT HOURS HAD GONE BY AS HE REVELED IN HER, BUT WHEN HE LET OUT AN EXHAUSTED BREATH, HE REALIZED IT HAD, IN FACT, ONLY BEEN AN HOUR. WHO KNEW SO MUCH COULD BE ACCOMPLISHED IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME? HE'D CERTAINLY NEVER BEEN SO SUFFICIENT WITH ANY OTHER WOMAN. HE SUPPOSED HE HAD CHARLOTTE TO THANK FOR THAT. SITTING UP, HE LEANED BACK AGAINST THE CABINET THAT WAS FLOUR-BLOWN, AND CLOSED HIS EYES TO CATCH HIS BREATH. FINDING HIS DISCARDED TOWEL NEARBY, HE GRABBED IT AND OFFERED IT TO HER, KNOWING SHE CARED MORE ABOUT MODESTY THAN HE DID AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE WATCHED HER WITH HIS ICE BLUE EYES, A CONFUSION OF EMOTIONS DANCING IN THAT GAZE. "I'M AN ASS TO YOU," HE STATED QUIETLY AND SIMPLY, LOOKING AWAY FROM HER, UNABLE TO LOOK INTO HER EYES AS HE TOLD THE TRUTH. HE WASN'T A LIAR, PER SE, HE JUST HAD A DIFFICULT TIME WITH HIS EMOTIONS. IT WAS WHY HE'D SETTLED FOR GETTING ATTENTION WITH HIS BAD BEHAVIOR HIS WHOLE LIFE INSTEAD OF JUST SAYING HE WANTED HIS FATHER TO LOVE HIM. THAT WASN'T HIS WAY. "YOU DON'T DESERVE THAT." AND IT WAS TRUE, HE KNEW IT WAS. CHARLOTTE DESERVED A MAN WHO ACTUALLY BELIEVED IN LOVE TO SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET. SHE DIDN'T DESERVE SOME CASANOVA WHO, ALBEIT WONDERFUL IN THE SACK, WASN'T GOING TO BE ABLE TO DEVOTE HIMSELF TO HER BECAUSE HE JUST DIDN'T BELIEVE IN THAT SORT OF THING. IN PORTER'S LIFE AND EXPERIENCE, IT NEVER WORKED, AND HE KNEW HE DIDN'T HAVE THE ABILITY TO BE THE FIRST TO MAKE IT WORK. HIS HAND STRAYED TO HER HAND, BRUSHING HER FINGERS TENTATIVELY AS HE LOOKED AT HER AS IF ASKING PERMISSION TO HOLD HER HAND EVEN MOMENTS AFTER TAKING EVERYTHING ELSE OF HERS. NO ONE DESERVED HIM AS THEIR PUNISHMENT, NOT EVEN HER. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! As she was hoisted onto the counter, her mind reveled in the moment. Her body was crying for him, but her mind was astonished that he didn’t find her horrible. Here she was, allowing her mother to force him into her game of chess, and she was an onlooker. Porter didn’t want the engagement, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. Just the idea that someone wanted her, that someone needed her, even for sex, made her heart fly. She was important to someone, she was needed, and that was something she had never felt before. The majority of the time, her mother didn’t even want her around, but Porter did. Her heart continued to beat fast as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her if it was even possible. His hands seemed to be everywhere and she began to feel in places she had never thought she could feel before. Blood was pumping through her veins and she could feel her heart beating in her chest, ready to explode. This is what she had been craving, what she had been wanting for the longest time. While her mind screamed in the background that this was a one-time deal, her heart craved otherwise and even argued that there were emotions. Charlotte released her thoughts and pushed her heart’s words away, knowing that if there was something other than lust, it would kill her. Love was not a possible emotion. Enemies. Charlotte knew that he was not her enemy. He was the pawn, her enemy was his father. He had nothing to do with the arrangement, he had not wanted this. Andrew had allowed this to happen, and Porter was just a pawn. Two pawns in a game that they would never win. A game that neither had wanted to play in the first place. The papers were spreading rumors that the two were madly in love. How the papers could depict something so far off was almost laughable. Her favorite was a discussion that the journalist had with a ‘doctor’. The ‘doctor’ claimed that while the body language of the two was against the idea of love, but the look in their eyes proved love. Charlotte had laughed. Her friends knew the truth and his friends knew the truth. That was all that mattered. She spent as much time as possible out of the penthouse, refusing to be around him. But honestly, if Charlotte was to live with him for the next year or so, she would have to get to know him. Perhaps he would even grow on her. Very unlikely, but she knew better than to argue. Maybe she would fall in love with him by the time of their wedding. No, that thought made her snort with amusement. Only an hour had gone by, but Charlotte was empty on energy by then. Her body ached, and all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and sleep, and a small part of her wanted him next to her. Sitting up, she leaned against the cabinets and sighed, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and saw that he was passing the towel to her and she accepted it with gratitude. Charlotte placed it over her like a blanket and rested her head against his shoulder, not realizing what she was doing. Confusion was etched across his face and she didn’t want to see the regret. No, she wanted to live in the moment and pretend that they were a normal couple in love and happy. ”I’m a bitch in return. I haven’t been making this a walk in the park” she responded, studying the painting that was hanging on the wall across from them. That was also the truth. She wasn’t walking around, trying to make this easy, she was making it hard. There was nothing normal about this situation, but she wasn’t helping. She wasn’t trying to be nice; she was being downright rude and a rather large bitch. ”We don’t deserve this,” Charlotte corrected quietly. Just because she didn’t deserve this did not mean that Porter deserved this. Maybe she deserved to be happy, but that meant that Porter deserved to be happy as well. ”What was it like when you were a child, growing up with a dad like that?” she asked. There probably wouldn’t be another moment where she could be honest with him, and she wanted to know what it was like. Was he like her, in the way that his father had never cared like her mother? Or was he someone who had never wanted love? She wanted to learn to care about him, to learn why he was the way he was, and understand that maybe his actions are not completely his fault. 801 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,I <3 THE MOMENT!

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 1055 The Outfit: yum The Notes <3 A BREAK FROM ALL OF THE BICKERING AND ARGUING AND HATRED WAS A RELIEF TO HIM. SOMETIMES IT JUST EXHAUSTED HIM TO ALWAYS HAVE TO COME UP WITH SOME JAB OR SOMETHING TO PISS HER OFF. WHEN HE LOOKED INTO THOSE BROWN EYES, SOMETIMES HE COULD SEE THE PAIN HE WAS REALLY CAUSING HER, AND DEEP DOWN, PORTER WAS NOT THAT MUCH OF A DICK. HE ALSO KNEW HE WAS TAKING OUT HIS ANGER ON HER BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND UP TO HIS FATHER AND TELL HIM THAT HE HATED THE WAY HE WAS BEING TREATED. HE HAD ALWAYS RESPECTED HIS FATHER UNTIL THE SEX TAPE INCIDENT, AND THAT HAD HURT HIM SO DEEPLY, HE'D NEVER TRULY ADMITTED HOW BAD IT WAS BEFORE. HE'D TAKEN IT IN STRIDE, AS HE DID ALL THINGS CONCERNING HIS FAMILY. ADMITTING TO HIMSELF THAT HE WOULD ALWAYS BE THE BLACK SHEEP, THE ONE WHO WOULD NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH OR SMART ENOUGH OR TALL ENOUGH OR GOOD LOOKING ENOUGH, MADE LIFE EASIER AND HELPED HIM TO LET THEM GO LITTLE BY LITTLE. REGRETTABLY, BLOOD MEANT MORE TO HIM THAN IT DID HIS FATHER, SO HE HAD A HARD TIME TURNING HIS BACK ON THEM COMPLETELY. PORTER TURNED AND LOOKED AT HER, A SOFT LOOK, AS SHE SPOKE, "We don’t deserve this." SHE WAS RIGHT; HE REGRETTED TO ADMIT IT. BUT THE WORDS GAVE HIM A PANG IN HIS HEART THAT HE HADN'T EXPECTED. SHE AGREED THAT THE ENGAGEMENT WAS WRONG, AND HE AGREED ALSO, BUT KNOWING THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT IT EITHER SUDDENLY FELT SAD TO HIM. HE'D KNOWN FROM THE BEGINNING SHE HADN'T WANTED TO BE FORCED INTO MARRYING HIM ANYMORE THAN HE WANTED TO BE MARRIED TO HER, BUT HEARING IT ALOUD MADE IT MORE REAL. PERHAPS PART OF HIM WAS STARTING TO GO SOFT? NO, THAT COULDN'T BE. CLENCHING HIS JAW TOGETHER, HE DREW UP HIS KNEES AND LAID HIS ARMS HORIZONTALLY OVER THEM. HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND LET IT OUT SLOWLY, BOTH TO HELP HIMSELF RELAX AND TO CLEAR HIS MIND. WHAT WAS HE THINKING? CHARLOTTE DIDN'T LOVE HIM; SHE COULDN'T LOVE HIM BECAUSE LOVE DIDN'T REALLY EXIST IN THIS WORLD. SHE MAY THINK HE WAS GOOD IN BED OR HE WAS ATTRACTIVE, LIKE HE BELIEVED ABOUT HER, BUT SHE WOULD NEVER LOVE HIM. HE WOULD ALWAYS BE THE KNAVE NOT THE KNIGHT. IN THE STORYBOOKS, HE WAS THE ONE IN THE BLACK ARMOR THAT THE GOOD KNIGHT HAD TO DEFEAT TO GET TO THE PRINCESS ON HIS WHITE HORSE. PORTER KNEW THAT. HE WOULD ALWAYS BE THE BAD GUY. THAT WAS HIS M.O. BUT SHE CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD AS SHE GENTLY ASKED HIM WHAT HIS CHILDHOOD HAD BEEN LIKE HAVING ANDREW AS A DAD. LOOKING AT THE WALL OPPOSITE THEM, AFRAID HE WOULD SHOW TOO MUCH OF HIS FEELINGS OF HE LOOKED HER IN THE FACE, HE DECIDED TO BE HONEST WITH HER FOR ONCE. "ANDREW WAS NEVER A DAD, HE WAS ONLY MY FATHER. HE TREATED MY MOTHER LIKE A TROPHY AFTER SHE STOPPED LOVING HIM, AND MY SIBLINGS LIKE PRIZE-WINNING RACEHORSES." HE SLOWLY TURNED TO LOOK AT HER, HIS EYES COLD FROM ALL OF THE PAIN HE'D ENDURED UNDER HIS FATHER'S HEARTLESS HAND DURING HIS LIFE. "AND ME LIKE THE MUSTARD HE'D ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED ON HIS HOAGIE." HE LOOKED AWAY AS QUICKLY AS HE SAID IT, NOT WANTING TO GO INTO ANY MORE DETAIL. SHAKING HIS HEAD, HE STRAIGHTENED HIS LEGS AND STOOD, MOVING AWAY FROM HER SLIGHTLY. SHARING TIME WAS OVER FOR HIM. HE COULDN'T KEEP TELLING HER HIS SECRETS AND TURNING INTO SOME HUGE SAP WHEN IT WOULDN'T MATTER IN THE LONG RUN. EVEN IF THEY GOT MARRIED AND WERE MARRIED FOR A YEAR BEFORE SHE MANAGED TO DIVORCE HIM, WHY WOULD THAT YEAR MATTER WHEN SHE WOULD BE GONE AS QUICKLY AS SHE CAME? IT WOULD HURT LESS IF THERE WAS NO OTHER CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM THAN THE FACT THEY HAD HAD SEX - VERY GOOD SEX, BUT SEX NONETHELESS. HOWEVER, EVEN AS HE FOUND HIMSELF RUNNING FROM A 'DR. PHIL' MOMENT, HE COULDN'T MOVE. TURNING BACK AND LOOKING DOWN AT HER, HE SMILED SLIGHTLY AND BENT AT THE WAIST, OFFERING HER HIS HAND SO SHE COULD GET OFF OF THE DIRTY KITCHEN FLOOR. LET THE MAIDS DO THE DIRTY WORK FOR ONCE. "COME HERE," HE URGED GENTLY, PULLING HER UP TO STANDING. HE KNEW THEY WERE HAVING A TENDER MOMENT FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THEY'D MET AND SINCE THEY'D BECOME THE OPPOSING FACTIONS IN THIS WAR AGAINST THEIR PARENTS. IT REALLY DIDN'T MAKE SENSE FOR THEM TO BE THE ENEMIES WHEN IT WAS REALLY THEIR PARENTS THEY WERE MAD AT, BUT HE SENSED THAT SHE WAS MUCH LIKE HIM IN THAT SHE COULDN'T STAND UP TO HER MOTHER. HE WAS THE EASIEST THING FOR HER TO STRIKE OUT AT. AND EVEN THOUGH HE SENSED IT WOULD GO BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS BEFORE, HE COULD FEEL HIMSELF TRYING TO RUN ALREADY, HE WANTED THE MOMENT TO LAST A BIT LONGER. PULLING HER INTO HIS ARMS, HE WRAPPED HIS ARMS AROUND HER TENDERLY AND KISSED HER SWEETLY. HE'D NEVER KISSED A WOMAN LIKE THAT BEFORE, AND HE FOUND THAT HE ACTUALLY LIKED IT. IT BLANKED HIS MIND JUST AS COMPLETELY AS THE HOT SEX DID. RECOVERED FROM THE KITCHEN INCIDENT, HE STEPPED BACKWARD, LEADING HER ACROSS THE CARPETED LIVING ROOM AND INTO THE NEAREST ROOM: HER BEDROOM. SHE'D PROBABLY FIND A REASON TO HATE HIM IN THAT HE WAS TRAILING FLOUR AND CHOCOLATE SYRUP ALL OVER THE NICE CARPET IN HER ROOM, BUT RIGHT NOW, HE DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN. HE TURNED HER AND LOWERED HER GENTLY ONTO HER BED, PULLING THE TOWEL OUT FROM BETWEEN THEM. PULLING AWAY FROM HER LIPS, HE LOOKED INTO HER BROWN EYES AND BRUSHED HER HAIR BACK OUT OF HER FACE AS HE SMILED SLIGHTLY DOWN AT HER. HE KNEW HIS EMOTIONS WERE THERE IN HIS FACE, AND HE COULDN'T HIDE THEM RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW, IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF THEM. THERE WERE NO EVIL OVERBEARING PARENTS TO TELL THEM WHAT TO DO OR WHO TO BE. THEY WERE JUST TWO PEOPLE WITH WANTS JUST LIKE ANY OTHER TWO PEOPLE, AND MAYBE FOR A DAY THEY COULD FORGET WHO THEY WERE EVERY OTHER DAY. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! A part of her wanted him to want this, but it was a want that would be a secret. He didn’t deal with her bull shit, he recuperated her snarky remarks and it was alright. Sure, some of his remarks hurt her deep, but she had to deal. Charlotte wasn’t a weak person, but she did have feelings. She was sure he did as well, but neither admitted the hurt. He brought up her ex-boyfriend once and she had almost broken down in tears. Jason was a sore subject; he left her. Jason had left her for some skinny blond that had just appeared out of nowhere. She had escaped Sapphire Bay for months, refusing to come home even when her best friends had begged her. No one but her mother-because Ophelia was paying the maids after all-knew that she had escaped to the penthouse the Hirth’s owned in Paris. Paris was the city of love and Charlotte had secretly hoped she would find love to bring home, to rub in Jason’s face, but she hadn’t. All she had was an extra ten pounds of fat on her body and split ends. The only reason she had come back was because she had Sevvie’s birthday party to attend. When she came back, she realized that she couldn’t escape her past and she stayed. A couple of weeks later, she slept with Porter for the first time, and her life stopped. It didn’t go downhill, because nothing was worse than locking herself away in another country, but it certainly didn’t improve. She tilted her head to the side and listened. There wasn’t a lot that came out of his mouth, but she understood what he was saying. Honestly, she could relate. Ophelia was never a mother; she had had someone else raise her only daughter as she flew around the world. Charlotte opened her mouth to respond, to relate, but he stopped. The moment, as sweet as it was, she knew it was passing. He wasn’t in love with her, he didn’t even like her most of the time. It was just sex, even though she might want something more. There was no way this would become a normal functioning relationship. There was so much arguing, so much disagreement, she was sure that she would have killed him if they officially dated. No, Charlotte was trying to accept the fact that this was to become a relationship that would end soon. A beautiful wedding she would grow to hate, a man who would never lover her, and a divorce that would haunt her forever. Charlotte wanted love, and this relationship was not even closer to being made out of love. If he wanted to try, she was sure she could make it work. But he didn’t; Porter had never tried. Never before had Porter put effort into their relationship; it was just a thing to him. Marriage meant nothing to him. Her brown eyes met his blue ones and she grabbed his hand, being pulled into his arms. He kissed her. It wasn’t like the kisses they had experienced before having sex, it was something else. It was filled with meaning and purpose. ”I don’t hate you,” she whispered, wondering if he could hear her words. She didn’t. She didn’t know if she could hate him. He was a misunderstood human being that needed guidance, who hid his feelings. While she was no better, she didn’t hate him. Sure, he was annoying, self-centered, obnoxious and kind of a tool, he was also lost, lonely, funny and, every once in a while, kind. There was a heart of gold beneath the exterior surface, and someone needed to dig it out, like pirates digging for gold. Charlotte didn’t want this moment to end; she didn’t want this moment to pass. Was this what true love felt like? No. This wasn’t love. It was empathy, attraction, need. Anything but love. The kiss was a moment of need, nothing more. But deep down, she wondered if he could be slowly digging himself out of this funk, out of the hole his father and mother had put him in. Their hands intertwined as he led her to her bedroom. Butterflies began to explode in her stomach as she realized what was going on. The nervousness, the suspense, building in the pit of her stomach made her realize that this could mean something. That he may really want her. Just the idea of this was enough to make her smile, and she did. A small smile teased the edges of her lips and she felt her face warm. The blush was not from lust, it was from something else. Whatever it was from, she had no idea. She had no answers for the secret questions that were forming in her mind. He gently placed her down on the bed and she smiled in return. Her hair was probably gross, she had flower on her face, and she had never felt prettier. Right now, he wanted her. And for a moment, she was willingly giving herself up. She wanted him, not only in a sexual way, but the emotional way at the same time. Another hour had passed and she found herself curling to the shape of his body, her back to his chest. Charlotte steadied her breath, but her heart couldn’t stop racing. This had to be a new step, this had to mean something. He hadn’t left yet, and she hoped he wouldn’t. There was no way she could go to bed by herself tonight, not after the feelings. Yes, she had to admit, there were feelings. All of her denial over the course of the day was brushed aside as he had entered her earlier before. There was something else, deep down, that he wanted to hide. And she, being perceptive, or hopeful, knew that she was trying to hide it. Little words had to be exchanged between the two, yet she wanted a real conversation. ”You are a beautiful person.” it came out as a whisper, a thought that had escaped her mind, and she hoped he realized the undertone. She hoped he realized that while he was amazing at sex, he was also a beautiful person on the inside. Porter Middleton was a great man, deep down, and Charlotte Hirth wondered if she was worthy for him 1064 WORDS , PORTER , OUTFIT ,I <3 SO THIS IS LOVE

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Boy, you can't help yourself 'Cause you're hot like fire The Words: 736 The Outfit: yum The Notes AWWW </3 NOW I CAN FINALLY REPLY TO THAT THREAD STEPH CREATED FOR PORTER AND SVET THAT I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED UNTIL NOW LMAO HOW COULD HE SPEND HOURS WITH THIS ONE GIRL AND STILL BE SATISFIED? IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE? HE DIDN'T KNOW, AND RIGHT NOW, HIS BRAIN WAS TOO EXHAUSTED FOR HIM TO THINK ABOUT IT. TIREDLY, HE LAY IN HER BED THAT HE COULD PICTURE HER PULLING THE SHEETS FROM AND BURNING INSTEAD OF EVEN BOTHERING TO WASH ALL OF THE BAKING INGREDIENTS OFF OF, AND HE HAD HIS ARM BENEATH HER BROWN HEAD OF HAIR AND HE WAS CONTENT. IF HE DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT, HE WOULDN'T BE REMINDED THAT HE SHOULDN'T BE ENJOYING HIMSELF AND HE SHOULD BE RUNNING FOR THE HILLS, AND HE COULD JUST RELAX. TURNING ON HIS SIDE, HE GENTLY ALLOWED HIS HAND TO SLIDE OVER HER HIP AND WRAP AROUND HER OTHER SIDE, HIS BREATH HOT ON HER SHOULDER WHERE HE RESTED HIS HEAD. CHARLOTTE WAS A GOOD LAY, BUT THAT WAS ALL HE COULD MANAGE TO WRAP HIS HEAD AROUND. HE COULDN'T BELIEVE THERE WAS ANYTHING MORE; THAT WOULD BETRAY HIS LIFELONG BELIEF THAT LOVE DIDN'T EXIST. THESE FLUTTERY FEELINGS IN HIS CHEST AS HER HAIR TICKLED HIS ARM AND HE FELT HER BREATH ON HIS FOREARM WERE PROBABLY JUST CAUSED BECAUSE HE WAS HUNGRY AND HE'D INTERRUPTED HER COOKING SESSION. A SMILE PLAYED OVER HIS LIPS AND HE LIFTED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO LOOK AT THE SIDE OF HER FACE SINCE HE COULDN'T SEE ALL OF HER THE WAY SHE WAS LAYING. "I SHOULDN'T HAVE INTERRUPTED YOUR BAKING EXPERIMENT. NOW I'M STARVING," HE ADMITTED JOKINGLY, CHUCKLING TO HIMSELF UNDER HIS BREATH. "EVEN IF YOU WERE TRYING TO POISON ME." HE WAS TEASING HER NOW, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. SOME SORT OF WALL HAD FALLEN BETWEEN THEM, AND ALTHOUGH IT ADMITTEDLY SCARED HIM, HE WASN'T BALKING FROM IT YET. PERHAPS HE WAS JUST TOO EXHAUSTED TO RUN AT THIS POINT. HE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO CARE. YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON, CHARLOTTE WHISPERED, SO QUIET HE ALMOST DIDN'T HEAR HER. BUT HE HEARD HER CLEARLY ENOUGH. THE WORDS RANG IN THE SILENCE LIKE A BELL, AND HE CHOKED ON THEM. HE COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO REPLY TO THAT, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE NOT HAVING A RESPONSE OR AN ANSWER. HE WAS UNCOMFORTABLE AND FELT AWKWARD UNDER SUCH PRAISE - PRAISE HE'D NEVER GOTTEN FROM ANYONE BEFORE - SO HE KEPT HIS MOUTH SHUT. HOWEVER, HE FELT SOME OUNCE OF THANKFULNESS THAT SHE DIDN'T REALLY THINK HE WAS A JERKBAG UNDERNEATH IT ALL. IN A MOMENT OF RARE OPENNESS BETWEEN THEM, HE FELT THAT SHE'D TOLD HIM THE TRUTH. IT WAS RAW AND AWKWARD AND, IN ITS OWN WAY, PAINFUL, AND THAT MEANT EVERYTHING TO HIM. AND THAT WAS WHEN HE KNEW HE COULDN'T BE HERE WHEN SHE WOKE UP IN THE MORNING. LEANING FORWARD, HE KISSED THE BACK OF HER SHOULDER WITH A HOT KISS AND THEN LAID BACK DOWN ON THE BED, STARING UP AT THE CEILING. HIS HEART BEAT HEAVILY IN HIS CHEST - DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE, WHEN HE'D BEEN TEMPTED BY HER - AND HE BIT HIS BOTTOM LIP AS HE GAZED EMPTILY AT THE CEILING IN SILENCE. PORTER DIDN'T REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP BUT AT SOME POINT, APPARENTLY HE HAD. OPENING HIS EYES SLEEPILY, HE LOOKED AROUND AND REALIZED DARKNESS HAD FALLEN OUTSIDE. AT SOME POINT, HE'D ROLLED BACK OVER AND LAID HIS ARM OVER CHARLOTTE'S SIDE AND SHE WAS NESTLED INTO HIS CHEST, HER BROWN HAIR ACTING AS A PILLOW BENEATH HIS CHEEK. CLOSING HIS EYES AND TAKING A DEEP SIGH, FEELING THAT COLD WALL RAISING BETWEEN THEM AGAIN, HE SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY EXTRACTED HIMSELF AND SLID SILENTLY FROM THE BED. PAUSING AT THE DOOR, HE VENTURED ONE LAST LOOK AT HER WHILE SHE COULDN'T SEE HIM WATCHING. SOMETHING HAD CERTAINLY CHANGED IN HIM, AND IT SCARED HIM. HE FELT LIKE A CAGED PREDATOR, AND HE HAD TO GET OUT OF THE APARTMENT. HURRYING TO HIS ROOM, HE GRABBED THE NEAREST PAIR OF DARK DENIM JEANS AND A BLACK SHIRT, THREW THEM ON, AND WAS OUT THE DOOR BEFORE HE COULD COUNT TO TEN. HE COULDN'T SPEND THE NIGHT IN THE SAME APARTMENT AS HER. IT WAS MORE THAN HE COULD BARE. MAYBE HE WOULD SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT GETTING WASTED AND FORGETTING WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED BETWEEN HIM AND HIS FIANCEE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO HATE BUT WHOM HE WAS MIRACULOUSLY... WELL NO. THAT JUST DIDN'T EXIST. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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