we lost ourselves in the bright lights

[hannah2]

everybody is someone else's secret

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Ace leaned back against the plush pillows of the suite, his arm around a curvy blonde, and not the same curvy blonde he was married to. That's right, and it wasn't the first time either. Ace was perfectly comfortable with his affair, as long as the girl was in his arms. As soon as she left, he was left to deal with the immense guilt he felt, then to return to his wife, sleep next to her without even so much as a word. If there were any words spoken they were harsh or uncaring toward the other. Usually, if any of them said anything, it was him complaining about her outrageous shopping habits and the damn closet, full of so much shit he found it surprising either of them could still fit in there. But here in his room at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel, he was uninhibited by such things as holy matrimony. Sure he was brought up with things like morals and standards, but those didn't seem to help him. They only made his conscience weigh more heavily on him when he already knew the depth of the sins he was committing. He slowly ran his fingers through her messy blond hair, just as mindlessly as one might pet a cat. He didn't view her as a cat, but their uses were much the same. Around when he wanted them, and aside from that.. well, to be honest, he couldn't care a whole lot less.

It wasn't that Chace was a bad guy; he didn't beat either of his women and he sure as hell treated them well. His wife had a giant closet full of designer clothes, handbags, shoes, and god knows what else. She had a four car garage with four cars in it, all imported and expensive. She had a three-story house that was probably worth somewhere near a million or so, yet still, they were both unhappy. And it wasn't like he treated Nicolette like a whore either. He took her out for dinner occasionally. Most of their relationship was based upon sex, he couldn't help it. That was what drew him to her in the first place, the lack of sex he was getting and the way her body was screaming for him to touch it. He couldn't deny a pretty girl a sexual favor. Wait, who was he kidding, he'd been doing it for years. He married Lindsay when he was still pretty young, so he'd been resisting for quite a considerable amount of time. What was different about Nicolette? He could never quite put his finger on it, but she'd definitely won him over. Or else he wouldn't be going home every night and not sleeping because he felt too damn guilty to lay beside his wife every night. It was truly rough for him, but he felt like there was nothing he could do about it.

He leaned down, kissing the side of her head as he continued stroking his fingers through her hair. Ace pulled the comforter of the bed over the both of him, her silky legs brushing against his underneath the warmth of the blanket. He'd always been a woman-pleaser. Every girl he'd ever met wanted to be with him, and a lot of them succeeded. While they were with him, they'd be treated like a damn princess, like they were the only girl in the world who ever mattered to him. And of course, too many of them fell for it. Just as soon as he picked them up he would drop them off and move on. He grew out of that lifestyle, though not enough, obviously. He sighed to himself, satisfied. "I don't want to go," he confided in her. He didn't want to go home and see the disgusted, angry look on his beautiful wife's face. He didn't want to see the agony he created, embodied in the woman he once hated, grew to love, and now longed for again. In his eyes, he couldn't fix it though. There wouldn't be a point. Lindsay would immediately ask for a divorce the moment she figured out he was being unfaithful. But he didn't want to think about that at all. He pulled her closer against his side as he laid there quietly, thinking, repenting.

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hey there, nic / jen here's 720 words for you. ace was rockin' it out in this but looks mighty fine in his birthday suit too. the lyrics up there are by the audition and the temp/graphics are mine. in other news, sorry it's terrible. /:

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[nicolette]

Nicolette looked up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She could feel the soft material of the sheets under the bare skin of her body. She was not alone, no. She was next to a significantly older man, but not just any man, a married man. This should not be happening. This should not have been happening for the past year and some months. This was nothing new. She was only barely twenty one when this started, and now she’s twenty two and he is thirty five. There was more than one thing wrong with this. She tried not to think about it, though. This was something that she tried not to think of when she was not with him. She felt awful when she did. There were times where she would be at home and she would start thinking about this and she would just feel terrible, and with good reason. She was terrible person for doing all of this and she knew she was. She did not even know why it was that she was doing this. She could honestly say that she was not in love with him. She knew that their affair was based solely on sex and she was not the kind of girl who needed sex all of the time. At times she thought that she was only doing this for him, because it seemed to be something that he needed. She did not know why he really was doing this, but that was because she did not want to know.

She did not think she needed to know about what was going on between him and his wife. It was not any of her business. She did not want to but in on his life, that was not fair to his wife. That was almost hypocritical to say seeing as the fact that she was sleeping with her husband was something that was not fair to her at all. Nicolette had an idea as to why she was doing this, but she did not like to admit that it would be the reason that she was doing it. Her idea was that she was doing it because she liked the attention that she was getting from it. It was an awful awful reason, but it was probably right. Nicolette was someone who really enjoyed attention, but she did not like to think that. She did not want to be that girl that ached for attention and slept with everyone and threw herself at people because of it. She did like think that she was the girl that did that, but she knew that whenever she got attention from someone she was significantly happier. She felt wanted when she was around him and it was a nice feeling to have. She wished that she did not feel like she needed that feeling, but it was something that she just could not change about herself, as much as she wished that she could. She wanted to be able to tell him no, to be able to tell him that she was done sleeping with him, about how wrong it really was that they were doing this and that she did not want to be a part of it any longer. She could not do that now because she knew that it would be a lie.

She felt the blanket being pulled over her and she turned on her side, one leg hooking over one of his, feeling his body heat. She smiled and watched him. When he spoke she bit her lip. She did not particularly like talking about him leaving or going back to his wife, but she knew that it would come up quite often. She whispered, “I’m sorry, boo.” She kissed his shoulder softly, “You don’t have to go quite yet, now do you?” She cuddled into him. Maybe she could keep him with her for just a little bit longer and he could keep that happy face on while he was with her, even though she knew damn well that he was unhappy at home and she liked the fact that she was someone who could help keep him at least a little happy.


words. 708
tagged. ace
outfit. click
notes. :)
credit. me