In Misty Hollow, the rain is not merely a weather pattern; it is a tapestry woven with history, magic, and the whispers of the past, creating a magical and eerie atmosphere. The town’s paradox of joy and melancholy continues to draw in those who seek to understand the delicate balance between the mundane and the mystical. A perfect scenery for the people who are obsessed with those vampire movies and fae books.
I park my car quickly, apply some mascara and my red lip-stain, and take my long hair down from my claw clip.
That will do.
I silently smile to myself, grab my purse, and head inside.
“You didn’t text me, you bitch!” Jules laughs as she pulls me into her arms. Nodding in my direction, she says, “She’ll have a whiskey ginger!”
“Sorry! It slipped my mind, babe.” I smile at her.
Carter hands me my drink from the bar. “Here ya go, Dani! You look nice tonight.” He flashes his straight teeth with his perfect smile. He stands confidently in his police uniform, the fabric tailored to showcase his muscular physique perfectly. The crisp lines of the material accentuate his broad shoulders and defined arms, embodying authority. If he wasn't like a brother to me, I'd for sure sleep with him. Carter is the type of man you take home to mama.
“Thanks, Carter.” I immediately catch Destiny’s gaze and see her disappointment that he complimented me. It is painfully obvious she has a thing for him.
“Hey, Carter, up for me whooping your ass in a game of darts?!” Destiny gleefully asks as she pulls her long braids over her shoulder. Her perfect brown skin is flawless and her light brown eyes sparkle with lust as she looks at Carter.
Destiny is a few years older than us. She is Jules’ and my boss and we get along with her quite well. Probably because she is madly in love with Carter and she knows he is our best friend.
Carter shifts his gaze to me, and I whisper, “Go on. Have some fun. You deserve it.”
“Alright, you’re on!” He grabs his beer from the bar and follows Destiny.
“Bummer you changed. I liked the other shirt.” Spencer leans on the bar, sitting beside Jules. She looks at me with a questioning look, and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I bet you enjoyed the show. You little perv.”
“What now?” Jules asks, confused.
“Let’s just say the shirt Danika was wearing earlier left little to the imagination…” Spencer licks his lips. “You know, Danika, I love the color black.”
“Fuck off, Spencer. Don’t you have anything better to do? Like sticking your tiny cock in some whore’s mouth?” Jules spits, and I laugh. I love my best friend.
“That is no way to speak to your superior!” Spencer quickly stands. Anger rises on his face.
Placing my hand on his chest, I say, “Relax, Spencer. She is just teasing. We all know you prefer men,” I pat his chest and smile, “and there is nothing wrong with that. As for your tiny cock…” I take a long sip from my drink, letting the alcohol warm my body.
“Oh fuck you both!”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jules cackles and throws back her shot.
Jules orders me another drink. We sit and gossip about everyone in the bar like always.
My second drink goes down much faster than the first one. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick! Watch my bag?” I ask Jules, and she gives me a thumbs-up as she flirts with Cali, the bartender.
I carefully navigate the shadowy, musty hall, the faint scent of dampness lingering in the air. I push open the door to the bathroom and take a moment to attend to my needs. As I turn to leave, I pause in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection. The fitted shirt I chose clings perfectly to my curves, accentuating my assets in all the right ways. With a practiced flick, I toss my long, auburn hair over my shoulder, letting it cascade down my back. I don’t have a ton, but I have enough freckles on my face that I never really needfoundation since you can never really see any blemishes. That’s the one thing I can thank my mother for.
Tonight, the storm outside intensifies the colors of my green eyes. Usually a vibrant emerald, they now take on a softer, sage hue, reflecting the moody weather. I see the spark of confidence in my gaze and smile at the woman before me.
Feeling empowered and beautiful in my skin, I take a deep breath and leave the bathroom, ready to enjoy the evening ahead.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll have sex with Spencer after all.
Thump.
“Ouch!” I mumble as I practically get knocked over by a tall, muscular body. His strong hands grasp my shoulders, and I catch my balance. I slowly look up his tall frame… He is easily over 6 feet tall.
“Careful there, love, or you might find yourself in the embrace of someone you ought to avoid.” His deep, resonant voice sends a thrill through me, and sends ripples of chills cascading down my spine as I look up at him.
His jet-black hair falls effortlessly around his strikingly blue eyes, which seem to hold a world of secrets. His olive skin shimmered under the warm flow of the bar lights. As my gaze travels downward, I take in the sharp lines of his chiseled jawline, accentuated by the charming dimple nestled in the center of his chin. His muscular biceps show off his tattooed arms and hand nicely. He exudes an aura of danger and allure that I find utterly captivating.
