To find you again

Charles ran his hand through his amber hair. Today was his 25th birthday, 3 years since he had left Chicago, had left USA, and had left the girl of his dreams. He glanced at the pile of letters that was kept in a box underneath his desk. Letters from Seline lay hidden from sight. Time after time, he wanted so badly to reply those letters, but he was forbidden. His father forbidden him, no, he was to run the family company, he was to pass on the legacy, to keep it running. Then his phone rang.

“Hello dear little cousin.”

Charles growled, great, is Erik.

“Great, what do I owe to this pleasure?” He bit out sarcastically.

“Ouch, the best you can do is at least pretend to be happy to hear me.” Erik replied back, knowing fully well that Charles was currently wishing nothing but a painful death for him.

“I’m happy. Why did you call?” Charles said back in a dull tone, as if wary of his voice.

“Fine, well dear cousin, I thought, since as my dear little cousin’s birthday is today, would you like to go to a little party with me?” Erik asked. Charles shrugged,

“And what made you think I would go?”

“Because I got tickets to go to Chicago,” Erik said smartly. Charles’s ears perked up. Chicago.

“Be at my house by 8 Erik.”

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Seline Seline tried to shut her eyes, praying her best friend was not doing her famous puppy dog pout, the pout she taught her.

“Seline  , please, Erik is coming over with a friend for his birthday, and I promised him I would lend him my club for the party.” Helena begged, her amethyst eyes begging and pleading.

“No Helena  . For all I know Erik’s friend could be some demented wacko that wants to get into some other girl’s pants.” Seline said defiantly.

“He isn’t! He owns a big company in Britain, and besides, he’s already got his eyes on someone.” Helena said the last word with a hidden meaning. Seline took a peep at her,

“Helena you’re asking me to get dressed in an outfit for a playboy party.” Seline confirmed once again. Britain? That was where Charles was. Helena could tell by Seline’s far away expression she had caught onto her Britain speech.

“Yes, but don’t worry, that stranger guy won’t try to get down your pants.” Helena assured her definitely not, at least, not until you see him again.

Seline took the risk, and opened her eyes; they met with Helena’s well rehearsed puppy dog pout. Seline groaned loudly.

“Ok fine I’ll do it!” Helena squealed hugging her best friend,

You can thank me later Seline.

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“Son, are you sure it is ok for you to leave?” Helen asked as she watched Charles pack a few of his t shirt and jeans. Charles nodded curtly,

“Yes mother. Erik’s just taking me to some party.” Charles assured her. Helen frowned,

“Some party?”

“Relax mother, I’m sure he just wants to find his mysterious girlfriend.” Charles told her. Helen sighed, knowing nothing would make him change his mind.

“Be careful my son.” She said, before leaving. Charles nodded, closing his suitcase. He hoped Seline would be at the same address.

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Seline’s eyes widened at the outfit she was being forced to wear. It was 8:00 and according to Helena, their “guests” arrived at 8:25. But currently, all Seline was worrying about was her outfit, or lack of.

She wore a hot pink halter top that shouldn’t even be considered clothing. It landed just a little bit below her breast, and above her navel. She wore a tight leather black skirt that reached her mid thighs, hell she would’ve been lucky if it reached her thighs at all. She wore a knee high black leather boot. She placed soft pink lip gloss, making it shimmer under the lights; she curled her auburn hair slightly, leaving it wavy by her waist. Light green eye shadow brought out her emerald eyes.

“Helena   you have better repay me for wearing this, this THING.” Seline growled softly from the kitchen. She glanced around at the other waitress; to find their uniforms different from hers, one major different were their lengths.

“Helena what in hell are you planning.” She whispered as 8:25 approached. Soon she head voices and shaking her head, she took a few steps in her tight boots before walking out into the flashy club.

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Charles and Erik entered the club. Charles was in a black muscle shirt, the first few buttons were not buttoned and in a pair of dark blue jeans. His eyes narrowed as a few girls’ eyes flew towards his direction. Oh Erik was going to pay.

“Where the hell is this?” Charles growled. Erik shrugged innocently,

“It’s a club Helena owned, I asked her to lend it to us for tonight. Besides, I’m sure you’ll have a great time.” Erik hinted mischievously. Charles rewarded him with an extra growl.

“Erik!” a shriek came from in front of him. Helena came flying towards them; her raven hair grew longer, wearing a tight purple t shirt and black jeans with purple flames.

“Helena,” Erik hugged her tightly, “is she here?” he whispered. Helena nodded,

“Yea, she’s wearing something I made for tonight, she’s not hard to notice.” Helena whispered back. Erik nodded,

“Beautiful.” He whispered, before capturing her lips in his. Helena flushed, but none the less enjoyed it.

“I’ll show you around.” Helena offered, “Have fun Charles.” She said, holding Erik’s hand. Charles groaned, what had possessed him to agree to him to come to Chicago in the first place? A flash of auburn curls caught his sight at the far corner by the bar.

Seline,

His heart pounded as he made his way towards the bar.

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Seline placed her platter down and heaved a sigh. What had possessed her to agree with Helena and come here? Oh yeah, Charles. She sighed, she was being stupid. God only knows how many big companies there are in Britain. But she couldn’t give up hope that Erik’s mysterious friend could be Charles. Today was Charles’s birthday. She gave a sad smile, it was already 3 years since he had left… though she still remembered the way his amber eyes would follow her body…

Charles’s heart stopped. His amber eyes trailed along all her assets. He couldn’t help but feel heated, and he knew it had nothing to do with the club.

“Seline…” he breathed.

Seline stiffened, feeling warm breath on her neck. She swore she heard…

“Charles…” she turned around, and she met the pair of ambers. Her heart skipped a beat. Oh god it was Charles! She felt his eyes trail down her body and began to blush. Charles, was here, right now, and she was dressed like, like a, a… something that wasn’t good!

“Seline, is that, you?” Charles croaked. He had to admit, he had never imagined her to be dressed like this, but under the lights in the dark room, she looked nothing less than heavenly.

“Charles, I…” she stuttered. She was lost for words, partly because her eyes couldn’t help by trail down his muscle shirt. Charles closed his distance with her and Seline stopped breathing. The next thing she knew Seline was drawn into his hug. She couldn’t help but hug him back, the warmth of his body was alluring, and the fact that he had grown so much didn’t help.

“Oh my god Seline, oh god I never thought I’d see you again.” He mumbled into her hair filled with the scent of cherry blossom. Seline nodded,

“I missed you.” She breathed into his chest, feeling his hand caress her back. She pulled back, looking up at his handsome face; she wanted to kiss him so badly.

Charles look down at her beautiful face, god she was just so, so, Seline, so beautiful, so perfect so amazing. He noticed her pink lips, and the way they glittered until the lights, god if only he could…

Seline felt as though she could do anything now that Charles, her Charles was back. Anything, absolutely anything… grabbing his face, she pulled it down towards her, and their lips met. For a moment, it was absolute bliss.

Charles fell into a shocking state as soon as his lips fell on hers. God they were so perfect, it was better than he had imagined, they were so soft and so firm, and so aggressive at the same time. When he felt Seline starting to pull back, he couldn’t allow that, could he? Wrapping his arms around her bare waist, he pulled him towards him, not allowing her to leave and started to kiss her back. Seline felt as if she was in heaven, died and gone to heaven. Her hands automatically snaked its way around his neck, pressing his head closer to hers. His tongue licked her bottom lip and his teeth gently bit it, asking for her permission, she granted it.

Charles slid his tongue into her mouth, their tongues clashed, and together danced gracefully. Seline moaned gently, feeling his tongue slide against hers, she felt his hand gently snake in underneath the halter top, and she pulled away. Charles looked confusingly, before realizing where his hand had unconsciously gone to.

“Seline, oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Charles immediately apologized. Seline shook her head, placing a finger on his mouth.

“No, you don’t have to apologize.” She told him. She took his hand in hers, “let’s not do this, not here.” She said with an evil glint in her eyes. Charles looked at her, allowing her to lead him away and towards the limo Erik had hired to drive him and Charles here. Together they got onto the car. Charles started to lean towards her again, but Seline placed her hand on his chest, she smiled sweetly at him,

“Not here Cher,” She used his pet name, “Where are you staying?” she asked innocently. Charles knew better.
 
“Chicago Suite,” He answered. Seline smiled,

“Fancy.”