Rain Davis

Faris likes to be in control of everything that happens in his life and has always been the one with a plan. Everything was in control in Faris's life until a girl from his past reappears.

She is no other than Sierra Jane, the one whom Faris had a huge crush on in high school. She takes away his breath with her beauty and shuts him up with her brains. She is sassy and witty and is everything that he can't control and handle.

They are the two opposite and like they said opposites attract and when they come in contact with each other they not only attract each other but consume each other. Join in to read their unconventional love story.

Rising Dawn

I was thinking real hard, what is up with him. He was behaving real different or I am the one who don't know him better. Once a time ago he used to good and shy and minding his own damn business but now I don't have a clue 


“Let’s play,” he says, making me go on guard. 


What the hell did I put myself into. He is not backing down and the way he is going on I am sure to give into him “I knew you were going to...” 


“Pool,” he says while setting his glass down on the rim of the pool table, interrupting my would-be rant. 


My mouth opens and closes a few times as he starts chalking one of the pool cues. What is going on? 


“I’d rather not,” I say, backing up. I don't want to play games with him even if it is pool. He doesn't understand the affect that he has on me and I don't want him to go any further. Everything about him is alluring and like they the more alluring the more dangerous. I can't let myself fall into trouble again after I have worked so hard to be where I am right now. 


He smiles a little as his eyes meet mine. 


“It’s not a trick, Sierra. It’s just a game of pool.” 


He has to be shit-face drunk right now “I’ll even let you go first,” he adds, making it sound so much dirtier than necessary as his breath coats my ear with a teasing touch. 


“Fine.” I take the stick away from him, and ignore his hard as hell length against my back before stepping away. “One game. After that you are not going to follow me or let it be," I said. 


Why am I doing this? Any sane girl who knows Faris as well as I do would run away before he can have his way with me. 


“Got it,” he says, grinning like he has already won. 


I warily step to the other side of the table, and I do my best to focus on breaking the balls. I strike the white ball hard, but it slowly rolls right instead of into the triangle. 


“Here,” he says, walking around the table to come stand behind me again. Damn. Why is he so hard? “You’re doing it wrong. Let me show you.” 


His body rests over mine as he leans against my back and wraps his arms around me to adjust my hold on the stick. “Like this,” he says against my ear, pressing harder against me. “And then one easy stroke with just the right amount of force will be perfect.” 


I swallow hard. I really don’t like this game. 


The waitress returns with a glass of vodka for me, and I almost run out of the intimate position we’re in before I guzzle it down. I should leave. But I can’t. My twisted mind keeps wanting him to play with me a little more. 


I really need to get laid if I’m fantasizing what it would be like to be bent over a pool table by him. It would be damn... 


Long are the days gone when I used to think about him.


Chapter 11