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"Morning Brad!" Zenia said as she skipped into the small diner. Walking through the maze of chairs and tables to the back room placing her purse down in the office.

"Morning Zen!" Brad called to her from the dish room. Zenia opened up her purse looking for her hair tie. Searching until she came up with nothing.

"Hey Brad?!" Zenia shouted at him from the doorway of the office.

"Yes?" He called back.

"Do you have a pony tail?" She asked hopeful. The sound of water stopped and foot steps sounded through the empty diner. Brad emerging from the dish room stared at her.

"You joke too much." He said with a look so priceless she couldn't help but laugh. Brad head shinned so bright in the light.

"Stacey will be here soon I am sure she has one." Brad responded to her laugh and walked back to the dishes. "Open the door you can make do with no hair tie, by the way I love your new tattoo!" He yelled walking away. Tattoo? What tattoo?

"Brad what are you talking about?" She followed him to the dish room. He stood over the sink and chuckled.

"Your tattoo? On your neck?" He said smiling. Zenia grabbed a silver pan from the sink and moved it to see what the hell he was talking about. Sure enough on her right side near the lower back of her neck she could see black swirls but she couldn't see all of it.

"What the fuck.." She moved her hand up to feel it. Slowly glazing over it feeling no bumps like she has had it forever or someone drew on her with marker. Marker! Maybe Stacey snuck in her house like an ass and drew on her. Why who knows.

Zenia grabbed a rag and placed it in the dirty dish water, scrubbing at her neck like her life depended on it. She moved to see the rag seeing if anything came off.

"Did you get plastered last night?" Brad asked looking at her like she just lost her damn mind. Had she?

"Even if I did Brad this would be red and painful but it doesn't hurt it isn't raised and I did not fucking do this." She whispered walking away. Just in time the bell chimed letting her know Stacey just arrived.

The day past people came and went and the only thing on her mind was the tattoo. The tattoo she didn't do. What does it mean? Who or what did it? Maybe she did do it a long time ago and forgot. No that makes no since Brad said it was new. She was surly losing her mind. The bell chimed again around 2:55pm almost time for her to get off. Energy filled the room. Air buzzed all around her. Her hair on her arms standing at attention. She looked up over at the door.

A man she has never seen before entered. Handsome was an understatement of him. So handsome she knew she never stood a chance with him. Brown hair and bright blue eyes that looked out of this world. Tanning skin and muscles that made the shirt he wore look invisiable.

Stacey walked past her as Zenia gawked at the man.

"Dibs." She whispered as she passed Zenia ear. Zenia didn't care she didn't want a man. Her last man left a sour taste in her mouth.

"You worthless piece of shit! You are nothing nothing! You're no good in bed and when I try to please myself you ruin that too!"

Her ex Jacob a handsome man no way in comparison to the man in front of her, she walked in to him sleeping with her best friend in their bed. Yet she let him stay because she thought she loved him. She let those feelings those memories go back to the back of her mind where they belong. Shaking her head she walked to the back of the diner to the office slipping off her apron and grabbing her coat and purse she shrugged it on and headed to the front door. Walking near that man made it hard for her to breath or to think. Opening the door to the outside world walking forward she tripped over air. Stumbling to the sidewalk hands flying down first to catch herself. A presence made itself known. She looked up to see the handsome man holding his hand out for her to grab. Smiling slightly she grabbed it. Sending shocks and tingles zooming through her arm. Like he didn't feel it, he helped her up like she didn't weigh anything.

"Thank you." She mumbled out repositioning her purse over her shoulder.

"Not a problem." He responded his voice sounded like silk. How does a voice sound like silk? Finally having the courage to look up she met his eyes. Just those eyes alone made her wet in places she should never get wet looking in someone's eyes. As if she was staring for a long time. He cleared his throat. Moving her eyes else where. Until she realized what the hell she was doing and moved around him. Smiling as she passed him. If she stayed in his presence any longer she was going to start masturbating right in front of him. What this man did to her just by looking at her was sick. What the fuck is wrong with her.

"Are you hungry?" He yelled making her stop in her tracks. Turning around she looked at him. Contemplating her options.

"No, I am not but thank you." She smiled then turned around and headed back home.

Xavior POV

"Where you going?" Clive asked. As I grabbed the suit.

"Back down to her." I responded.

"Why not just bring her back her?" He asked. I stopped. Why don't I just bring her back here. I can't I thought.

"Can't. Drop me." I said as I finished putting my suit on. Falling to the world all over again. The darkness consuming me. The night sky brought beauty even I couldn't fathom. Slowing down as I neared the ground until I reached the street of my destination. Once my feet hit the ground. I hit a button on my suit making it transform into casual wear. Walking up to her door. Waving my hand and walking in. I slam the door shut and look over to the clock that stood next to her entrance way. 9pm. I took one step at a time contemplating what I am doing. She is human is she even fit to be queen? Is she even worth the time and effort when I can have any woman I want? I would have to stop all the sex to please her make her happy but can she make me happy in bed the way 5 women can? Probably not. As I reached the last step. I knew right then and there she is not worth it. So I beeped control.

"Zip me back."