So do you guys use White text on Black or Black text on White for reading?

I use White text on Black otherwise I look like this:

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Recap:

As soon as we step in a man in velvet purple suit pulls Alex into a hug and says something about introducing him to 'The Man'. He literally drags him upstairs while Alex turned to me and said "Don't get too comfortable" still reluctant to leave me on my own.

I grabbed a flute from the waiter passing by and raised my glass to him with a roll of my eyes.

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I get to the bar ordering the most classiest drink this bar has and sip it while scanning the hall. Many Billionaires that got their power and position by the blessings from the Underworld are present here, but I can't seem to find someone interesting enough.

At times like these I make a check list for myself to determine the closest probably. Like if you are surrounded by too many hot men, you can use this method. Can't figure with subject to take as a major? Use this method.

The contents of the check list depends on the purpose, so for me right now it's

🔳 Has affected many people's life negatively.

🔳 Can harm more lives in the future.

🔳 Has a massive following.

🔳 Can fight back.

🔳 Will make the CIA cranky.

The last two factors are important for entertainment purposes.

And this guy must really have a death wish because he walked to me offering a proposal. Dressed in all black with nasty gashes scarring his open skin he eyed me from head to toe before keeping his drink next to me, caging me with one arm.

"This night seems a bit dull, will you help me brighten it up?" First of all bad pick up line, secondly yes it seemed dull until you offered me yourself in a silver plate with a cherry on top.

I put on my best sexual face that I could manage without cringing from his vibes and answered "well my boyfriend's busy so I won't mind a quicky somewhere alone where no one can interfere" in other words I'll let you choose your final destination.

He smirks showing his fake teeth and grills while he drags me towards the huge corridor and into the bathroom located at the very end of it where the camera seemed to be broken.

He ordered his bodyguards to stay back with he pushed me in the bathroom and dropped sloppy kisses on my face. I think he was trying to turn me on. I think.

( Slight violence ahead skip to *(...)* if you hate scarring images that haunt you)

I grabbed his hair and lifted his head and banged it next to mine into the mirror that broke into peices. "What the hell Bítch!" He screamed but I muffled his voice with the towel before any of his bodygaurds heard. I pulled the curtains of the bath tub and wrapped them on his hand to tie them but he was quick with his feet and started kicking my stomach and my ribs.

We struggled with domination and feel into the bath tub wrapped around each other trying to choke almost every limb. I eyed the broken peice of mirror and calculated the speed and time required to get it before I get choked to death. I opened my one arm to reach it and he took that opening to fúck up my throat but I quickly grabbed the glass and jabbed it into his arm making him loosen his hold. The glass also dug into my own fingers as I tugged it out and jabbed it again into his chest right where his bloody heart beated.

I got up after taking a breather and pushing his lifeless body into the tub and reached for the first aid kid, again and wiped the extra blood. I did my hair and made the gown look like it was fashionably torn that way with the help of another peice of glass and got out of there to find a woman's washroom.

*(Violent scene end )*

One would think I won't be able to sleep after such a kill or it would hurt like hell, but my heart was calmly beating in it's cage and I didn't feel much pain. I guess normal emotions are not my cup of tea.

I found the washroom and hear a woman, possibly in her 40s gasp as she saw the marks on my neck. "Oh Honey what happened? Are you alone here? Do you want me to call a cab?" He asked worried.

"Oh no uh-" I fake stuttered bringing a blush to my cheeks "actually my boyfriend and I are kind of - um- adventurous and uh- we kinda-" I hid my face in my hands smiling sweetly.

"Oh Young Love! So beautiful and Precious!" She squealed. Works every damn time.

"Actually I was wondering if you have any makeup, I didn't bring my purse here and I'm a little shy to walk out like this..." I trailed off.

"Oh of course! And we are a close shade too! You know what here keep this concealer as a gift from me so that your love stays alive forever concealed from the evil eye!" She said dreamily.

"Thankyou so much for your uh- blessing" I giggled. This lady would faint if I told her the truth.

She kissed my check and walked out with a cheeky smile.

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I went back to the bar as if I did not kill a guy and used a kind lady's concealer to hid the red prints on my neck and took a sip of my unmoved drink.

My phone vibrated in my inner thigh almost choking my on my drink as I almost forgot I put it there because these damn dresses never have any pockets. I took out the phone under the extended bar to check if the call was really necessary because picking up a call in such a place was dangerous.

The caller ID showed 'Mattwho does Tattoo' my brother from another mother who was a professional tattoo artist for people of the world but an inside man for our organisation. I picked it up and put the phone under my wavy hair after pressing the answer button.

"Who is that poor soul hanging on your arm at the red carpet of the biggest party ever!" He asked with a pretended sigh.

"My supposed boyfriend and before you ask, no I cannot give you any details about him or the person I just sent to hell, you'll see it on the news anyways" I smirked.

"Hey! I took care of your photo they uploaded to the internet and Photoshopped you into a person that doesn't exist the least you can do is give me the gorry details" he said smuggly.

"Fine be ready with Oreo and Whiskey I'll visit in a few days" I smiled.

"Yes!" He screamed excited. He's 3 years older than me but still behaves like a child on a sugar rush. "Oh and babe" he turned serious "Please let me turn those scars into a masterpiece" he said softly.

"You know I can't do that" I mumbled.

"Baby just one!"

"You know when I applied for this job my boss said just one line, he said 'You can't work for me if you love your body too much' and then recruited me."

"But he didn't tell you to make it a freaking war museum!" He screamed again. "Just one tattoo babe, it hurts me to see those scars on you" he sighed again.

He is too sweet for his own good. I rolled my eyes "Fine one tattoo but I have conditions!"

"I'LL DO ANYTHING" he squealed like a little boy getting his Pokémon cards.

"You'll not mention this to me or anyone until I visit, you'll stop texting me pictures of cute tattoos and piercings forever and not tell a soul that you made my heart melt." I quickly added.

"Of course" he dragged the words, I could just hear the mirth in his voice.

"Okay BRB!" I whispered. It was our thing which we said because no one knew when the other would die and disappear from this world and held a promise of connecting again even if it's through ghostly activities.

"Brb baby" he made a kissing noise making me chuckle.

"I've been looking all over for you" warm hands wrapped around me and his breath fanned my neck.

"I've been here the whole time, you can ask" I stop to check the bartender's name 'Martin' on his tag and slide the phone back "Martin over here" he relaxed into his arms.

"You look so edible tonight" he mumbled biting my earlobe.

Images of him consuming me flickered in my mind. Is it getting hot in here or what! And why the sudden need?

"Did something happen with 'The man' upstairs?" I mocked.

He stiffened a little before rubbing his hands up and down on my arms, "I don't feel like talking tonight" he whispered trying to seduce me, well guess what it worked!

Alex came around and looked deep into my eyes with an intensity that could turn my heart and my brain into mush at the same time, making me numb to any rational thoughts.

"Let's get out of here" he whispered but I still heard him, even over the crowd chattering.

I nodded my head completely captured into his eyes while placing my now gloved hand into his warm ones.

We knew we had to control ourselves with such a paparazzi guarding the gate so Alex settled for his arm on my back, still holding me close enough to cover his- ahem- excitement as we waved the valet to bring the car up front.

The ride was going to be a long one but I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I craved the warmth that radiated from his body. I turned the radio on and one of the night shows started playing all the sexy songs.

'This is going to be a one hard drive' I thought to myself.

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