Chapter 9 The duo

Clark thrust with all his might until Amber pulled out and went a few inches away from him.

Breathing heavily, she went on to say, "spare me, I'm so tired!"

Sweat dripped down her face as she found it very difficult to cool down. The continuous flipping and turning were driving her crazy, leaving her so hot as though he was applying red pepper to her cookie.

Clark smirked and thought inwardly, "if only she knew."

Too tired to think straight or look at Clark's face, Amber sluggishly walked to the bathroom, had a cool shower, dressed up, and booked a ride home.

While doing all these, Clark sat by the bed like a predator staring at its prey. He sat with his erected thick man with his eyes fixated on Amber.

"Keys please"

Amber politely requested the keys to the door. Clark stood up to give her the keys. Suddenly, a surge of strength filled him up.

He had a strong urge to drag her, pin her down, tear her clothes, and go deeper into her.

Taking full control of himself, he opened the door for her and went back to the bed.

A broad smile crept up on Amber's face as she majestically walked out of the room.

*Hot tub, West Hollywood USA*

Lucia sat in the bar of the famous club in town, Hot tub. Lucia was slowly drowning in tears while taking different shots of whiskey.

The Bartender occasionally glanced at her and felt conflicted within him. Maybe a "hello, are you okay?" From him would go a long way, hence, he dropped the handtowel and proceeded to talk to Lucia.

"Hi ma'am, do you need another shot?"

Richard carefully asked while closely observing her.

Lucia raised her head and glared at the bartender who was innocently looking at her. She gave him a hard glare and looked away, thereby making him feel snubbed.

"Uhm, it was just a greeting. It's alright if you don't want to reply." Richard looked disappointed as he spoke.

Lucia looked up once more and took a closer look at his face. He was dark and average in height, beardless with tiny pimples all over, full lips, and small eyes.

He had long fingers and veins were visible in his hands too.

Richard was at a spot, wondering why she was staring at him in that manner.

She raised her middle finger, pressed other fingers down, and brought it close to his face, indicating a "fûck you" sign.

That was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Keep your nosy attitude to yourself, get your ass up, and get me another glass!!"

Lucia spoke loudly, drawing so much attention and different bulgy eyes her way.

Looking embarrassed, Richard ran out at once with his head lowered in shame.

In a matter of minutes, another bartender came to the bar and attended to the new customers.

*A hidden warehouse downtown*

"Where's it?"

"Here Dr, I got it faster than I expected."

Amber smiled sheepishly as she handed a substance in a black bottle, to a woman in a black cloak, covered with a black hood, and hand-glove face mask.

No one could see her face, no matter how they tried.

"The duo, were you able to see them?"

The woman in the black cloak, questioned her while staring at the mirror in front of her.

"No, I didn't, I bet things turned out differently Dr" Amber politely replied.

*Detroit, USA. Saturday, 7:30 am*

Joanne woke up in her cozy room, feeling all sore and tired as she stretched out her hands, wriggling her body to different sides as a smile crept up on her face.

She sat up on the bed and stared around her room. Her tiny bed was just wide enough to accommodate her.

A big Avatar towel hung lazily on the open door of her wardrobe, alongside the wall mirror which was now adorned with flimsy lingerie and waist beads.

Her red bulb and red curtain gave the room a different vibe, something abstract from the normal room decor and lightning.

Joanne's dark hair was packed up in a messy bun as she sluggishly walked to the kitchen and made a quick breakfast of sausages, paired with sunny-side eggs, a few slices of bread, baked beans, and a cup of coffee.

While eating on the bed, something popped up in her head as she quickly made for the side drawer, and took her jotter and pen.

"Aldelmyhide, Adrolocide, Niphtamine, and Solod extra." A different expression became visible on Joanne's face as she mumbled these names and wrote them down.

She was lost in thoughts when a voice pierced her ears, "Annie!"

*Upper Apartment, Hot tub*

Lucia woke up with a heavy hangover and rushed to the bathroom to puke. While walking back to the room, she felt her head bulging and her legs becoming numb.

She became lightheaded and found it difficult to process things at the moment. Giving in to her weakness, Lucia had no idea when her legs failed her as she was just a few inches away from the floor.

Instantly, she felt secure and was already on the bed before she could comprehend what happened.

Looking up, expecting to see a familiar face, Lucia was shocked beyond her understanding to see a different but not-so-familiar physique of a male body backing her.

Goosebumps instantly appeared on her skin as she looked around and realized that she wasn't with Jeremy and neither was she at her own house.

Lucia scratched her blonde hair rapidly while trying to recall things. After fully becoming aware of her surroundings, Lucia looked up and confronted the average man who refused to show his face.

"Hello, who are you? and why are you here with me?" Lucia furrowed her brows while questioning him.

She looked down and discovered that she was dressed in different regalia while her jacket and leather pants were neatly arranged not so far from her.

Her mind raced and darted from place to place as she imagined scenarios that might have happened. The possibilities were high and not in her favor but thinking about that would only worsen things or so she thought.

"Hey! Who TF are you?"

Lucia was piqued and annoyingly questioned him. She got snubbed once more and raged with fury.

"Who the hell are you?"

She increased the tone of her voice, walked up to him, and hit him hard in the back, suddenly.....