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Post by claire on Feb 22, 2010 20:47:07 GMT -5
____________________  i've got the gift of one linersand she's got the curse of curves____________________ [/center]
It was a Friday evening, and unlike the majority of the school that was heading to diner, Clarice Belby was instead exploring the seventh floor. Most would wonder why a Slytherin would even step onto the floor that held a home to the tackiest and lame taste of the Gryffindor population. The first thing Claire would tell them would be that she was exploring. The second thing she would tell them was to shut their yap and mind their own business. Although a very curious person herself, Claire hated when people tried to push their way into her life, and while she loved the company of people, the young adult loved her freedom just a little bit more. So the social butterfly seemed to skip dinner a bunch of times throughout the week to clench her thirst of exploration.
Claire never really told anyone of the exploring she did (unless she came across something entertaining or interesting), because they'd probably laugh. So, Claire simply shrugged off her friends when they asked if she was coming to dinner, and claimed she wasn't hungry in the slightest. Her adventure tonight obviously contained the seventh floor. As she walked up the moving staircase five minutes prior, her green eyed gaze seemed to lock onto a semi-familiar looking boy. What was his name? Jimmy? Johnny?, her thoughts seemed to laugh with her as a small smirk laced her pretty little lips. Ah, she didn't know the poor bloke's name, all she knew was that she had snogged him three days earlier. Nameless boy tried to make a beeline for her, but she ducked her head, and body, out of the way of his vision. When she was in the clear, the blond had finally made her way to the top floor, unnoticed further and not bothered. She began walking with a current place on her mind. She was looking for that damned Room of Requirements.
She had heard two Gryffindor's chatting about it in her Charms class just yesterday and had planned to head up there today to find it. They had only let enough information to get her to the seventh floor and let her know that it was invisible to those who didn't know it existed (and of it's exact location). The very thought of not being able to find it sparked her interest quickly. With a challenge like that, how on earth could she turn it down? However, now as she walked back and forth down the corridor, she only gave curses under her breath. Claire hadn't seen a single, unfamiliar, door or even a nice window as she searched. It was turning into quite the horrific adventure. She tugged her white sweater around her body to warm her from the sense of chill that caught in the air. Although she wasn't doing anything wrong, often times she feared she'd get reprimanded by a professor, or run into somebody, or something, she couldn't handle.
Although she normally kept a positive attitude, often times she heard bad things about some of the people inside the castle walls and for those reasons alone she almost gave up her crazy, if only little, adventures. In the end giving up never happened, but maybe one day, soon, she'd pick up a new hobby that didn't endanger her in any way. With a small huff and then a sigh under her breath she quickly turned a corner of the stretching corridor, not really paying attention to where she was going, and ran smack dab into someone. "Ouch," she mumbled quietly under her breath as she tried to regain the balance of her body, rubbing her right forearm as she didn't so, "Maybe you should watch where you're going." Her words bit with coldness, as she brought her gaze up to the person she ran into. She knew she was in just as much fault as the person, but she would never admit that- not even to a familiar stranger.
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Post by blaze on Feb 23, 2010 11:29:18 GMT -5
One step. Two step. Three step. The emerald green eyes, too pure to belong to the Slytherin scanned over the faces that surrounded him. So much to choose from, so little time. Dinner time, the best time to catch a little entertainment. He walked with confidence, roughly pushing anybody who stood in his path out of the way. Most students had learned not to interrupt his step or they'd only bring nothing but bad luck upon them.
Narrowing his eyes at the small first year who stood before him trembling, Blaze smirked. Grabbing the young boy who looked as if he was on the verge of breaking down, Blaze Dolohov held the boy up against the wall with an amused expression painted onto his flawless features. "I’ll make this quick. Get in my way again kid and I will be less forgiving. Take my word." His voice was cold and sharp, just like an knife. The boy feel onto his knees and immediately began to scurry away in shock and despair.
"Dolohov!" Wincing at the very sound of the familiar voice, Blaze rolled his eyes and whipped around to see his professor. "What exactly do you think you are doing?" The young professor asked arching a dark thin eyebrow. Digging his hands into his pockets, Blaze looked down at the boy and smirked, "What does it look like i am doing?" He countered back, tilting his head forward slightly as if challenging the professor. "I've been nothing but a saint all day." Blaze stated with a small wink sending the muggle studies teacher into a state of shock and surprise. He didn't have much respect for her, he had more respect for his house-elves but to avoid a detention, one he wasn't looking forward to, he decided to play nice, "I'll be going now."
The Seventh floor corridor was one of the most deserted places in the castle, particularly when it was dinner time and Gryffindors occupied themselves. There was only an occasional one or two students running around but it was rare. Leading the Ravenclaw girl down the corridor with a sly smile on his lips, once he realized he had led her down far enough he quickly turned on her and pushed her up against the wall. Trailing his lips down her neck, he inhaled the strong scent of her perfume with a smirk. Bringing his lips to meet her, Blaze ran his hand down her body, slightly tugging on her skirt.
The sound of footsteps approached them, increasing in sound, and then fading. As if someone was pacing up and down the jointed corridor.
He resisted the urge to pull away but, the Ravenclaw did not. She parted her lips quickly and looked around her nervously. He understood how she felt. No one wanted to be seen with Blaze Dolohov and if they where, everyone would know what was going on between them immediately, they where either sleeping together or Blaze was just using her for the hell of it. It was never anything serious. "Ignore them." He whispered in her ear with his seductive English accent, while his hand slipped up her skirt while earned him a quick surprised squeal, "Blaze," The dark haired girl whispered before looking at him.
The approaching sound was soon heard once again, coming in there direction.
Sighing as the noise came again, Blaze was determined to keep eye contact with the ravenclaw. He was going to have her and not even a pitiful little person was going to change that.
Or maybe it would.
Gritting his teeth in irritation, the ravenclaw moved away from him nervously. Slapping her on the rear, he earned another small squeal before he tilted his head to the stairs, "Just go." He told her in frustration. It was always a fucking mood buster when you’re no longer turned on, the distraction was enough to drive him insane.
Deciding to go on a small hunt for the distraction, Blaze made a sharp turn at the end of the corridor, where the shuffling of feet still lingered. Within the second of turning, someone had collided into Blaze’s chest, thankfully he didn’t really budge. Reaching out to place his hand on her waist, in attempt to help her balance, a smirk crawled onto his lips. “Oh really? Funny, when I believe it was you who had collided with me. Are you usually this clumsy?” He asked arching an eyebrow, he was part joking, part serious.
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Post by claire on Feb 23, 2010 21:07:57 GMT -5
____________________ i've got the gift of one linersand she's got the curse of curves____________________ [/center]
It was funny how much little Clarice had grown and blossomed from when she was a first year. If Claire had known four or five years ago as a younger student that she would be attending such high class, rich kid, parties she would have never believed it. Her parents didn't have the most money in the world and had to support each other and then three kids. They didn't give out money frequently, so when she was surrounded by girls and guys who had everything handed to them, she could almost laugh at how she ended up. She was nothing but the girl cast to the side, the girl always in the shadow of something bigger and better in her childhood. Call it middle child syndrome, but that's how she was. Although always the loud mouth and the outgoing one, Claire was always in the shadow of her older and more intelligent sister, and her brave, strong, younger brother. She was the sly snake, and the one that her parents had to keep an eye on.
After surviving with some of the best Slytherins in her year and the school altogether, she seemed to gather a lot about a fashion sense, from watching style icons of the school take charge, Claire had slowly changed her fashion sense into something that hugged her body and made her look good. It didn't just make her look good though- Clarice absolutely loved the way she felt when she got dressed up. Looking pretty and elegant made her feel confident and sexy- like she could do anything and get away with it. Parties weer the best way to up your game. There were guys, chit-chat, and girls that you considered some of your best friends, but were only ever close to a quarter of them and if you got lucky, like Clarie often was, then you got close to the girls who were highest on the food chain.
However it was mingling that was, by far, one of the best parts of any party. No matter the place the party was held, it was always the company that made the party the absolute best. Claire was a chatterbox, that rambled about anything from the weather when sober to her secrets when drunk. She was a talker when anyone would listen, but polite enough to refrain from spoiling everything in one shot. Claire loved letting people hang on her words, and loved hanging on other people's. Clarice loved the suspense of living a wild and carefree life. Even if Claire dropped from the food chain tomorrow, she would have to thank them for showing her the life that she didn't even know she wanted. So as she looked up at the man who held her by the waist she couldn't help but offer a cool, if almost coy, smirk.
She would know the face of Balze Dolohov anywhere, not just because she'd seen it often at parties and in passing, but because he was a guy who was talked about quite frequently. They were never really good things, but all interesting in the eyes of Clarice Belby. He was a charmer among the ladies and a bully among the others. But even Clarice, who had her fair share of guys in her life, couldn't deny that the guy holding onto her was one of the best looking she'd seen in a while. "Too much, in fact," she said, as she thought of how frequently she fell or collided with people. Her bright green eyes rolled with a small laugh, before letting her gaze linger back to the boy's face. "And this is not my fault," her voice quick to fill with fire as she shook her head, "If you were paying more attention to where you were going, instead of the number of girls you could shag, you'd probably be less likely to hit into innocent bystanders." Of course, Claire wasn't exactly a bystander and she was far from innocent, but he didn't have to know that. Eventually she pulled her gaze away from him and to her waist, standing perfectly on her own, her footing back to the way it had been prior, "You can let go now." Her voice was certain, though she truthfully didn't want his hand off of her, but in the thrill of the chase, the one she knew that Blaze was able to give, she did it anyway. Sometimes there were just ways to advance with certain people, and Blaze was definitely someone Clarice wanted to advance with.
talking to blaze in 760 words,
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Post by blaze on Mar 3, 2010 11:48:30 GMT -5
Ms. Clarice Hope Belby was a woman who never failed to capture the eye of Blaze Dolohov. He had yet to cross paths with a woman who managed to get him hot and bothered without even touching him, until he met her. If he where to be honest, he’d openly admit she wasn’t much to look at during her first few years at Hogwarts, but like most, she had transformed into this beautiful swan. And although she had earned her tail in slytherin, she was pure and there was innocence, something that always lured Blaze in. Like Violet or Helena Greyback, his pretty little sex toy, had been innocent to the core, until they met him. He could proudly say he changed the lives of women, whether it was bad or good way, he still marked their memories.
However as much as he won over the girls, there had always been a smart few who had kept their distance, knowing not to get involved with Blaze Dolohov. He was the resident manwhore, complete asshole, and occasional bully. What more can one guy as for. As cocky and confident as it seemed, he had this school under his fingers, and he wasn’t the only one aware of it. He, Scorpius and Demetri had been the infamous trio, ruling this school since the day they had started. What? It just so happened to run in their blood…except Demetri’s, he was a bloody werewolf, the poor bastard. But who was he to complain? He had been screwing his best friends sister for over a year now.
It was a known fact that Blaze had gotten everyone he set his sly emerald eyes on. He had a knack for planning his next conquest, and an even bigger knack for obtaining it. Blaze had no boundaries, he always went as far as his heart contented. He had the gift of persuasion and manipulation. He’d need his manipulation to wriggle his way out of the twisted engagement set between Lisa and himself. Hadn’t his parents ever realized that Lisa and Blaze had been as close as family, he had looked at her as a sister, never as anything more. Which was probably the most surprising thing to ever hear Blaze Dolohov say, and that’s exactly why he never spoke it aloud. Hell, she was only fifteen and a little minx, who enjoyed her life as much as a fifteen year old girl could. And Blaze, he was eighteen and leaving school in a matter of months. He wanted to live his life, not be immediately tied down, especially not with someone he cared so little about (in relationship ways).
Blaze smirked casually at her words. So, kittens got claws. She was a feisty little thing, and it only made Blaze want her more. “Now, now love, I’d watch what I was saying if I were you.” His voice was husky, and he bent down slightly so they met at eye level. “You’re right though, I was thinking of all the girls I could shag. Right now I’m thinking of one in particular.” Blaze said, taking a step closer to her so their bodies where touching. Moving his lips to her ear, he smiled, “So how is you’re mother? I haven’t seen the little minx in awhile.” Oh how he found his entertainment at others expense, Blaze never failed to amuse himself. Then she made it quite clear that she’d rather have his hand off her body, something he wasn’t all that willing to do just yet. “You’re right, I can let go. I know you don’t want me to though.” ‘No that’s just you, you foolish bastard. Wise up to yourself.’ His thoughts shouted at him, all emotions dropping from his features. “I suppose I can move my hand from your hip…” Slowly, his hand moved down her back, finally coming in contact with her rear end “to your ass.” The familiar cocky, british accent filled the air, and his eyes danced with amusement. Maybe the distraction from the ravenclaw, was a sign to lead him to something else, to something better, to Clarice.
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Post by claire on Mar 6, 2010 15:43:04 GMT -5
____________________ i've got the gift of one linersAND SHE'S GOT THE CURSE OF CURVES____________________ [/center]
Now who would have thought that a little bit of adventure in the evening would lead to something so promising. To say that Clarice had been expecting to run into someone would be a lie, in fact she figured she would be alone for a majority of the night. After all, exploring was an independent sport in her mind. She liked to find things on her own and she liked her freedom. So while she looked at this boy before she couldn't help but feel that her freedom had been stripped from her and replaced with a quick shag. While it was interesting and amusing, she wasn't really in the mood. Now don't get her wrong, while Blaze had seemed to capture her attention without every having to talk to her, she couldn't help but seem like another notch on his senseless bedpost, even if it was pretty hypocritical of her.
Clarice was much more of a tease than innocent in the first place. The girl had an innocent look and while most times she was naive, she felt that she could easily take care of herself in situations that were carelessly thrown at her. She bit her tongue as the boy pulled her close so their body's came in contact. What's the worse that he could do to her? Have a little too much fun? But even as she bit back her words she couldn't help but feel like she was giving into the orders to watch her mouth. A sly little smile seemed to creep into place and he was making it very hard for her to resist. He was downright very sexy and although he had a reputation for his devious ways she couldn't help but be allured by him, after all they ran in the same lines. Slytherins were bound to have a little fun with each other once in a while.
"Ah so you're the boy my mother's been cooing about?" She said as she batted her eyes lightly toward the older boy, a flush of colors on her cheek from the brushed whisper at her ears. "So how's Scorpius been? I haven't talked to him in a while," she spoke as she looked up to match the gaze set by the equally demanding Blaze. If Blaze was allowed to comment and tease then Clarice could only return the favor. Obviously if Blaze was here now he didn't mind having a small taste of seconds set by one of his best friends. It was funny how the Slytherin's ran in packs. She would have to be clueless if she hadn't heard the stories of Scorpius, Demetri and Blaze, and Clarice was anything but clueless. While she had been longtime friends with Scorpius, even since childhood, she couldn't help but later be attracted to the poor lad, and even landed herself in his bed more times she could count. It's not to say she never had a drink to land herself there, but hey sometimes friendly rivalries and bets went a long way. But as she pressed the boys buttons she couldn't help but wonder if maybe Blaze had known, and for that reason alone she watched his face.
Mmm, he was a cocky little thing wasn't he. That as the simple thought that sat in her mind as she let her own emerald gaze swim into his. Her sly smile twitched into a small smirk when his hand reached its intended target. It took everything in her not to give a small girlish giggle, "Ah, we're covering the bases quickly, it seems." Clarice stood with her body still tightly attached to his. Even if she wanted to run away there would be no way for her to escape the grasp set by him. "So my darling, what's it going to take to get that pretty little hand off my rear end?" She asked her voice a bit softer then it had been before. She placed her own hand on his before trailing it up his arm and then down the small space she created from between their bodies. Stopping slightly short of an intended area, her eyes watched him, and waited for some sign of weakness.
talking to blaze in 701 words,
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Post by blaze on Mar 8, 2010 18:50:00 GMT -5
The burning emerald eyes scanned over her, admiring every inch of her body. Why hadn’t he crossed her before? Because she looked strikingly familiar to Helena Greyback, even more so than possible. However, as soon as the thought entered his mind, it slipped straight back out. He had much more important things to worry about than Helena, the little hufflepuff who a small group of Slytherins had raped brutally. Even if word got out, who was going to stop them? They had already violated half the girls in Hogwarts anyway. The three boys ruled the school, he’d like to see anyone try and stop their ruling. Blaze already knew no one would, or could for that matter. Other people that roamed never had the courage to look at the Slytherins, let alone stand up to them and put and end to their ways of fun.
Blaze hadn’t known it was possible to want something so much in a matter of minutes. The fact that he hadn’t had her before lured him in, to know that she was completely new, nothing like his usual. Although who else has had her before him? Has anyone ever had her before? Of course, she was far to tempting to be a virgin, he was surprised that the little trio hadn’t forced her into their clutches. She was too pretty for those pack of wolves, they wouldn’t treat her right anyway. The more he thought about it, the more Blaze questioned himself. Would he treat Claire right, the way she deserved to be treated? Maybe not all the time, but he would try. Wasn’t trying enough? Having him think like this so early, was surely showing how much he wanted the pretty blond.
“Not boy. Man.” Blaze pointed out, the smirk growing on his lips, “but yes, that would be me. Apparently your father isn’t all that satisfying, old age has been effecting his stamina, the old tank can’t go the miles it used to. So your mother wanted something newer, something better.” Oh his cockiness always seemed to get the best of him in worst possible situations. However the smug expression quickly dropped, forming into a darkened one. “Scorpius is…fine, probably screwing someone as we speak. The reason you haven’t talked to him in awhile is because he’s screwed you over. He’s obviously just using you. Every hole’s a goal, every whore’s a score, right?” Blaze said, looking at her with false amusement. He was sick of his own friends moving in on his territory. They needed to make a list of the girls they where screwing or the ones they planned to, just so they don’t cross paths and happen to get STDS on the way there. That was the last thing Blaze needed. A quick wave of jealousy had washed over Blaze at her nipping comment, she knew just how to set him off.
Now they seemed to be getting somewhere. The closeness of their bodies meant Blaze could feel her chest raise and fall against his, his breath skimming over her neck, her smell tempted him. Bringing his lips to her milky cheeks, he smiled against them before speaking, “I’ll make you an offer. It’s a once in a lifetime thing, and it isn’t something I go around offering girls left and right, so consider yourself special. I’ll move my hand away if you agree to come out with me this Friday, on a date of sorts. Then we can cover the bases without getting physical. It’s up to you love, but I can keep my hand here all day long.” Moving away, Blaze looked at her with the same playful smile, “Either way really works for me. I like the toned ass, I have a thing for them, so whatever you choose, I’m a happy camper.” He really was the devil, him and his silly plans.
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Post by claire on Mar 8, 2010 22:01:53 GMT -5
____________________ i've got the gift of one linersAND SHE'S GOT THE CURSE OF CURVES____________________ [/center]
Clarice Belby was one who got what she wanted whenever she asked for it. While it was a strange wash of confidence when it came to her family, it was a trait that Claire had since she was a child. She was the one who made her brother eat bugs after he found them in the mud and the girl who made her sister practically do her homework when she was a first year. Clarie was a girl with a streak of ambition that fit nicely within the Slytherin traits. A grin fell upon her charming little lips as she let her eyes wander from his hand to his face. There weren't many people that sparked her interest in this school, except the boy in front of her. He didn't need to stay once he caught her, hell he didn't even have to catch her at all. At the thought of someone helping her she would normally scoff, so why did her skin grow warm?
She gave a soft roll of the eyes as her thoughts swam across her mind. What the heck was she thinking? He was simply looking at her like she was a piece of meat and while he was charming and sophisticated he was still a man and all men in this school, or at least in the Slytherin house, had a known knack for following what was in their and not their equally egotistical mind. Then she gave a small laugh at his words. Oh what a witty one she'd caught here. "Well that's yet to be proven," she said a sly grin on her lips as he made mention of himself being a man. "Oh, so you're like the new updated version?" She couldn't help but play a long, it was only in her nature, "It's a shame I never got a chance to run into you while you were there." Then she slowly the the conversation slide as she captured the look on his face at the sound of Scorpius Malfoy's name. So he hadn't known, whoops on her part for letting it slide. Then again it was better he found out that she'd had a couple run ins with Scorpius now than later. "Mmm, you may be right. But I don't pride myself on the number of times I can talk to Scorpius," a small smile of amusement fell to her lips, loving the fact that she found a pushing point in him. "So while you may be right, Scorpius has still been a childhood friend, and I don't think that'll change." Though she was sure Blaze would see it to his best interest that she didn't run to Scorpius again.
"But enough about him, I suppose," she let her eyes wander the corridor just so see if anyone had been around. She didn't mind, truly she didn't, but still any girl might be paranoid when in a quiet corridor. Then his face was so close to her's that a semi-sweet smile swept her lips. The brush of his lips on her cheek was enough to make her squirm just a bit, and then she heard his proposal. It had thrown her off guard. A date? That wasn't a term she associated with Blaze Dolohov. From all the stories that she had heard a date had never been incorporated. So to say that Blaze had thrown her for a loop would be an understatement. "A date you say? Now that surprises me Mr. Dolohov, really it does," she told him honestly as she let her voice drop in its volume, "and thisFriday, you say? That's a little short notice." The girl pretended to think it over, as if she had other plans. While the girl had planned on going out with Scarlette, she could surely change it to the night after, or even before. "What exactly does a one-of-a-kind date with you entail?" She couldn't help but ask, it was a much needed question in the blonde's mind. As she waited for the answer she let him ponder what she might actually do before she let her gaze of green meet his. "Alright, I guess I can manage one night with you, if it means that you remove that pretty little hand off my ass," she said, her voice sure of the decision, even if inside she was a bit hesitant. After all, two seconds ago she was nothing more then a score and a whore to Scorpius, so what in the world would she be to him?
talking to blaze in 746 words,
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Post by blaze on Mar 10, 2010 19:44:26 GMT -5
There was more than meets the eye. Something many people never considered in today’s society. Looking at Blaze, people instantly jumped to the conclusion that he was a man-whore, who slept with anything that had a nice rack and an ass, which was partly true. But people’s thoughts where never that complex, they never thought about a situation more than they should. If they did, people would realize that Mr. Dolohov grew up into an abusive family, surrounded by very little love, only given his mother. Antonin Dolohov wasn’t someone Blaze was particularly on good terms with. Whenever Blaze stood up for Carina or his mother, who was abused since the early ages of her marriage and by her father during her childhood, Blaze was the one who was put under the cruciatus curse. And he was willing to sacrifice himself a million times over just to protect his family from the bastard he called father. That was the reason why Blaze Dolohov is the way he is today.
Damn right Blaze was a man! He was more of a man than his father was anyway. Not to mention, he’d be graduating in another two months, and he was already considered an adult due to the fact he was already eighteen. However the gorgeous blond who stood before him seemed to have her doubts. The trademark smirk crawled onto his lips at her words, and he offered a small nod, “Proven it shall,” If she would give him the chance, he was positive he’d be more of a man than Scorpius Malfoy or Demetri Greyback, both like brothers to him. Blaze had always been the more mature out of the trio, he was not the one to go around and rape girls like Demetri, he wasn’t the type to constantly argue with girls and then sleep with them. He was the sophisticated type, who just so happened to master the art of manipulation and seduction. “A much newer version, you’re free to try me out?” Blaze suggested while chuckling under his breath, amused by the little game they where playing. It was evident, completely obvious that Ms. Belby had stuck a nerve, triggered the wave of jealousy. “Talk all you want, no one’s stopping you,” He grumbled, now behaving like an immature child as he emphasized the ‘talk’ making it clear that he was obvious to the fact that it was a lot more than talking that went on between Claire and Scorpius. No one stopping them? Yes, that was before she crossed paths with Blaze, now she’d be seeing Scorpius less than she’d expect, he’d make sure of that.
“Yes, I couldn’t agree more. Enough about Scorpius.” Blaze made it quite clear that the sooner Scorpius was out of the conversation, the lighter the mood would be. His emerald eyes scanned her face closely, silently debating on whether she’d accept his proposal or decline him. If it was the latter, she’s have to suffer the consequences of a very pissed Blaze who could probably turn half the school on her. Rejection never went down well with Blaze Dolohov, it was a known fact. Coming to think of it, he’s never actually been rejected, as of yet. That’s only because he’s never asked anyone of a date. He dated Scarlette Riddle for a while, but he didn’t exactly ask her, people just assumed it and they went along with it. It was a shame they where so alike, if they weren’t if could’ve been serious. Looking at Claire expectedly, he listened to her words, “And why does that surprise you Ms. Belby? Have you never been asked out before?” His cockiness biting at his words once again, and he forced a charming smile upon his lips. “Well it’s a one-of-a-kind, because you’d be the first girl I’ll be taking out. I haven’t thought about it yet, but give me until Friday to think of something.” Satisfaction shot through him as she agreed, she was continuously stroking his ego, but playing the game so well that he didn’t know if he actually had a chance or not. Moving his hand from her ass, he moved it to under her chin, “You’ll enjoy yourself.” Bringing his lips to meet hers, he placed a small kiss on her lips before pulling away and winking, “So I’ll see you on Friday.” Turning to leave, Blaze groped her ass one last time before leaving, a smile printed onto his lips.
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