life is too short for regrets ,

[GENEVIVE ARIANNA MCCARTHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Life was cruel. At least that was what genevive thought at that very moment. She had been crying for the past hour. No one had died, and she hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend (she’d have to have one in order to do that}. No. her ego had been bruised. She had been at a photo shoot, just like any other day that she was working. But the model she was with had been the three that had been at the bar that night that she had met Dakota. They had interrupted them as the couple talked, asking him why he hadn’t bedded them, basically, in quite a while. That was when she knew what kody really was. A player. She had walked away to let the girls talk with him, but he had followed, obviously upsetting the other three. At that moment, genevive had made three new enemies. Maybe they were thinking that she wasn’t good enough for Dakota to leave them for. She didn’t know what they’re problem was, but they sure let it know today. Every outfit she wore, while looked fabulous on her, they sneered at, calling her pudgy, or too skinny, depending on the outfit. They made jokes about her face, hair, arms, and legs. When she was doing the lingerie modeling, one said something about her doing drugs to keep her weight under 90 pounds, which a horrific lie. It went on like this for eight hours straight, when finally they breaked for the day. Genevive had cried all the way home and hermitted into her bed for the rest of the afternoon. It had been absurd and ridiculous. And now, she felt ugly and useless. Something that no model should feel like. What she needed was a pick me up, something or someone that would make her feel pretty or useful again. Someone that made her happy. She could call Roman, but she figured he’d go all big-brother on her and she didn’t need that. She needed someone else. Then it hit her. The one person that would make her feel better, though she didn’t like to admit it. And maybe she could vent to someone that knew about the situation at the bar. She quickly got up from her bed, looking at her vanity mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were red from crying so much. She has to do something about that. Genevive quickly went to her bathroom, taking a shower, then getting out, drying off and walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest and one around her long brunette hair. She went to her large, overly stuffed, closet and searched for something to wear. After she found something she felt was appropriate she threw it on her bed and headed back to the bathroom to do something with her hair. After she dried it and styled it she smiled. She was looking better already. The puffiness had gone and her eyes were returning to their natural state but she still didn’t feel pretty. Shrugging slightly, she walked back to her bed. Genevive got dressed, slide on some heels and then clicked her way back to her bathroom to apply some makeup. Now she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and walked downstairs. Calling the car around, she set the alarm, shut the door, and locked it. By the time she had walked down the pathway to the circle, the black car was waiting for her. The brunette slid in the car when the driver got her door. She briefly told the driver where she was going as he shut her door and she bit on lip. Genevive had no idea why the hell she was doing this, but it had made much more sense to her when she was lying in bed. Now that she was parked in front of the condo, she wasn’t sure she should even go through with it. But if she didn’t, she would have gotten ready for nothing. So she took a deep breath, stepping out of the car and looking up at the building. She had been here only once. It had been the night that she had promised Dakota a private showing of her modeling. That was another situation she shouldn’t have gotten herself into. She ended up having to leave because things got a little too physical for her taste. But she couldn’t blame Dakota for that. It had been her fault for thinking she was ready for something she clearly wasn’t. There was something about Kody that Genevive liked. It wasn’t his player ways, but maybe his personality. And he definitely stuck around enough. Maybe she intrigued him too. Or he just wanted to get her in bed. Either way, she had a feeling that their relationship was more complicated then just strictly friendship. She sighed as she walked to the elevator and pressed the button for up. The doors quickly opened and it was empty. She stepped inside and pressing the number to the floor he was on. The elevator doors shut and she felt it jerk up, sending her up meet the person whom she thought would make her feel better. Watch him act like a total dick to her and she’d have to cry to Roman later. But she was going to give him a shot. Maybe there was more to him then just wanting sex with girls. Or her. When the elevator stopped and the doors flew up, she stepped up, walked to the door and knocked. She wasn’t sure there was a doorbell, or she would have rung that. She couldn’t find one, and she didn’t really want to bother looking for it. It probably was right there in front of her eyes but she could barely concentrate right now. She heard some footsteps and she placed a smile on her face. As the door open, she had a full smile firmly in place. Surprise! notes, here we go. word count, 998 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[DAKOTA TROY WALLACE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; height: 425px; padding: 6 6 6 6px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/63w037.jpg);] words.714 tagged.genevive notes.... He actually didn’t have much planned for the day. Most of the morning Dakota fell down on his couch and just lounged as he flipped through a few channels. The usual for the mornings. Talk shows, news, more talk shows, a few kid shows, the cooking channel and more news. All in all what he learned was that the tv was reporting weather was good, hot and sunny (like it could be anything different in Hawaii), children all across the state would be happy to know that the letter of the day was J, and that salad should be hand tossed for a more lively and fresh taste. Mornings couldn’t get more educational could they? Sighing, Kody pressed his thumb to the power button and stared at the large flat screen as it faded to black and stayed that way. He should really write some, he knew that he shouldn’t put it off, but when he pushed himself off the couch, he mentally came up with the excuse o hunger so that he avoided sitting down at his desk. But he was hungry; it was more afternoon now then before so he wandered into the open kitchen and cook. Yeah, Dakota knew how to cook; he just didn’t show any of his….house guests. Pushing his plate aside after eating some pancakes, sausage, and eggs, the author leaned forward on the counter and rested his chin in his hands. Sometimes being a writer and having deadlines from his publisher was not a well liked part of his bachelor life. He gave in and moved over to his desk and sat down, snatching up a pencil and turning it over in his hand a few times. It took a moment before his mind somehow got on the topic of the wonderful night when Genevive gave him a private show. Granted it hadn’t been like the other private shows that he had been privileged to see, but hey, as long as he was getting some alone time with the model, he was more then happy. But not too happy because he still had to do so much work to get what he was really after from the girl. Though he would admit that he was having fun. His blue eyes looked down at his paper, his pencil in hand and scribing some words down. Reading over the lines that he had mindlessly written out, Kody winced. He couldn’t be taking her advice and just writing what he felt, because by the looks of it, he felt quite a few things that he hadn’t really thought he would think of again. Tensing his jaw, he crumpled the paper in his hands and flicked it to a corner of his desk; he didn’t want to go back to looking at that. His mind refocused and he began to jot down a few things for his book. The knocking interrupted his train of thought. Glancing at a clock he noted that it had been awhile from when he first sat down. Turns out that he had gotten through a lot more then he thought he would have. Dakota ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the door. It occurred to him that he was still in his sleep wear; which turned out to be just low riding black sweat pants. He grabbed a grey tank that hung over a chair. He at least wanted to look decent; he wasn’t sure who exactly was visiting him. He just pulled the shirt on over his head as he reached for the knob and turned it, and swung it open. The lower part of his torso was still uncovered when his eyes met her smile. Genevive? That was honestly surprising. “Hello there, beautiful.” A smirk planted it’s self on his expression, it was a natural reaction to when ever seeing her. But how the hell was he suppose to act right now? He had really been on his best behavior when she had come over for her modeling. “Ya can come in, if ya want.” The door opened more and he stood aside just looking at her, his gaze taking her in but more curiously then usual. She was stunning as always, but something was off, he could feel it.

[GENEVIVE ARIANNA MCCARTHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Genevive was wondering why she had been drawn to come over to Dakota’s after the mishap today. Why did she feel like he would be the one to cheer her up compared to the rest of her friends? Why did she think of him when she wanted to feel wanted and pretty? Was it because of misguided reasons? Because she knew that all Dakota really wanted from her was to sleep with her. To use her and spit her out like she was nothing but a bad taste. She would probably end up worse off afterwards than she felt about herself now. But somehow, that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Genevive had been drawn to him for a reason, whether they are misguided or not. Did she secret like him more than she thought she did? Because she thought she despised how annoying he was to her. He was into himself – always looking out for himself. He didn’t care if he treated girls like crap, as long as he got sex out of it and could leave whenever he wanted. But with her, he seemed to be different. He couldn’t leave her alone, even after many times of being denied. She repeatedly would tell him no, and he would keep coming back. Maybe he found something in her more then he was willing to believe too. But she would never know. They even had a date of sorts. He had picked her up, took her out to eat and everything. With anyone else, it would have been considered a date. Afterwards, they went back to his place and that was when the show started, her modeling a show at least – a private one just for Dakota. He seemed to really enjoy it, too much in fact. Genevive had begun to realize that she actually enjoyed hanging out with the arrogant writer – much to her surprise. When she had to force herself to smile for him, she knew that she wasn’t over what had happened earlier, and probably wouldn’t be for awhile. She usually smiled all the time because she was naturally a happy person, but today –it was different. When Dakota opened the door, he was wearing some sweat pants a grey tank top. He looked damn sexy, but he knew that and she wasn’t going to let him know that – ever. A jolt went through her as he called her beautiful and gave him her smirk. She had seen him with other girls, but they never seemed to get the same smirk she got from him. So she had nicknamed it hers. Because, she was the only one who received it – why couldn’t it be hers? Thanks. She said, walking in slowly, looking around his place, before stopping inside, not stepping any further into the place then she had to. Genevive wasn’t a snoop and she had only been in here once before, so she wasn’t sure exactly how far he had invited her in. some people were picky about that. Wanting the guest to wait until they could escort them to where they wanted them to go. Once she turned, her eyes landing on him once again. Sorry if I am interrupting. I just... needed to get away. She paused, unsure what she really wanted to say in that sentence. And you’re the first person I thought that could help me forget. She gave him another forced smile, though she hid the forcefulness rather well. I can leave if it’s a bad time. She hadn’t realized while she had showed up, unannounced that he might be entertaining other guests or expecting someone else. Or wanting to get some writing done. But by the looked of him he really didn’t seem to be expecting anyone important at least. She looked at him apologetically. She hated when people showed up out of the blue, and now she was mentally kicking herself for being so rude. She should have thought to call him before she just came over. She was about to just walk out when she stopped herself. She was over thinking things. If he didn’t want her to be here, Dakota wouldn’t of invited her in, let alone answered the door. She was being stupid and second guessing herself. But with all that happened today, Genevive was apt to doubt herself. She had came her to get away from everything, from reality and hopefully to hear from the person that knew all four of them, that she was better than them, even if she hadn’t given up her body to him like they had. But maybe that was also wishful thinking. Genevive really didn’t want to get into her day right off the bat, so he hoped her didn’t pick up on her discomfort or oddness. Though it would be hard not to notice when she had told him she had came here to forget and get away. But hopefully he would push it. She couldn’t lie to him if he asked, because, well, it wouldn’t do any good to –she’d spill it sometime. And maybe with him knowing what was wrong, he would know what to do to make things better. Maybe even make her feel better about herself. How is the writing for your book going? Done any of that free writing that I suggested? She asked, more to get the air clear of the awkwardness that seemed to be radiating more from her then anything. I’m still waiting to read about myself, because I have a feeling, I am most of your inspiration. She giggled at this, replaying every event that they had been doing together since they met that night in the club. She couldn’t say that any of their times they were together had been boring. And that was probably another reason why she was so drawn to him, that and his delicious abs she seemed like she couldn’t get enough of. notes, here we go. word count, 990 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[DAKOTA TROY WALLACE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; height: 425px; padding: 6 6 6 6px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/63w037.jpg);] words.826 tagged.genevive notes.he is a nice host... It was surprising, honestly. Of all people to randomly show up at his door he wouldn’t think that Genevive would do that. He was expecting one of his past one night stands to be there wanted to have a second go round or whining about want a relationship with him. Though Dakota was glad that it hadn’t turned out to be one of them, he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with them right now; he probably would have ended up closing the door in their faces. But Genevive was different because he still had yet to entice her back to his bed. It was a rather comfy bed. He pushed tapped the door with his fingered lightly and then pushed it closed when she step inside. Kody maybe a jerk to the girls he used or will use, but when he had a real house guest he had more manners then normally, you could dare say that he was partly a southern gentleman. The smirk still rested on his lips and he kept his eyes on her as she spoke. He raised a curious eyebrow at her. Get away, from what? And what did she need to forget? Opening his mouth to ask, he quickly bit his tongue to stop himself. No, he wasn’t going to get too involved with her personal life, all he wanted to get involved with was her love life, the author didn’t need her drama. When she spoke up about leaving he grinned again and chuckled. “No ya can stay darlin’. This is actually the most interesting thing to my day so far, if ya don’t count learning what the letter of the day is as interesting. Don’t ask…I was just bored.” Kody flashed a white toothed grin and turned to walk into the open kitchen that started right off of the living room. The syrupy plate was still resting on the counter and he picked it up and flipped on the water on the sink. “Make yarself comfortable.” If he knew that some was coming over, he would have cleaned up better then just shoving the dirty stuff aside, but that was the point of a surprise visit, you got no warning. Though he was left wonder what exactly ad drove her to him to help her. Didn’t she had Roman for that, he was like her big brother, but of all of her friends she choose him. He wasn’t sure if he should be happy or not, but he was going to use this as an opportunity to get…further with her. Placing the semi clean plate in the sink, he decided that he would come back to it later and he switched off the water. Leaning over the counter, he watched her, his eyes trailing over her to assess her how her outfit made her best features look. Delicious, as always. He rolled off the counter and back toward her when her question made him falter a half of a step, his gaze cutting over to his desk, narrowing in on the crumpled piece of paper in the corner. The risk of her taking that and reading it were slim, but there was still a chance. He didn’t even what to think about the words he had written about her there, they still scared him. “Um, the books good, I got a good ole stack of papers written.” He curved his path to wander over to it and he swiftly snatched the crumpled piece and squeezed it tight in his hand, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her. It wasn’t anything bad that he had written down, but if anyone read than, he defiantly wouldn’t seem like the heartless jerk he was. “Free writing? No, I’ve done none of that yet.” Unlike some people, Dakota had no problem with lying, he was a natural at it too. A smirk tugged at his lips as he dropped the piece of paper in the trash and then walked over to her. He laughed and stood over right in front of her. They had had enough close moment together to where he could just walk over to her with only a few inches of space between them. Looking down at her, he licked his bottom lips and smiled, sticking his thumbs in his pockets to hold back his hands. “Ya would like that wouldn’t ya? Reading about all the sexy adventures I put ya through." Yeah, she didn’t know what exactly he wrote about her, though she had been right, she was most of his inspiration so she did have a character with strong likeness to her. But what plots she held in his book were secret and he wasn’t going to give her a hint. That and usually he didn’t like people reading something that he was still currently writing. If they really wanted to read it they could wait till it was finished and published.

[GENEVIVE ARIANNA MCCARTHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Honestly, Genevive was still trying to figure out why the hell she had picked Dakota to take her mind off things. But then again, she was to the point where she had stopped wondering about the enigma in her life that was Dakota Wallace. She had decided that she wasn’t going to try to figure out why he wanted to stick around her and she wasn’t going to try to figure out why she wanted to keep him around. Of course, he wouldn’t want to know what happened with her today, and maybe that was the reason why she had come here. Because she knew that he wouldn’t want to get into her personal life, at least like that. He didn’t pry and she didn’t care. Eventually, of course, it would come out, but she had to be willing and right now, she just wanted to forget the horrid experience, and she remembered, Kody was one of those guys who liked to keep things light, exactly what she needed at this time. Genevive was relieved to hear that she wasn’t interrupting something. But she wondered really what he had been doing before she had stopped by. Apparently, not much. She wasn’t even going to ask about the let of the day. He must be watching children’s television shows. She laughed at the mention or it. She hadn’t watched that since she was little, she hadn’t had the time. Watching tv was a privilege to her because she really never had time to relax. She was always traveling to different places for work and what people could do every day, she wasn’t able to do unless she had a day off and that was hardly ever these days. Her body was in hot demand. Following him, she stopped when he went into the kitchen. She looked over the living room. It looked almost like it did when she had been here last and she smiled when her eyes fell onto his desk. So he had been writing, she could see some papers, but they were too far away to see what was written on them. She imagined that they were full of thoughts that were swimming around in that pretty little head of his. She was unaware that he was watching her, until she looked over at him with a small smile. Apparently he didn’t need her suggestion to get his creativity going. She was painfully aware now how close he was to her. She had to fight the urge to pull him to her into a hug. Nothing more and nothing less. She needed to be held, much like the way a lover would. But she couldn’t trust Kody with that without him taking it further. But then again, at this point she didn’t care if things went further. Sure, Roman would have hugged her, but then he’d ask all these sorts of questions and lectured her and stuff she really didn’t want to hear at the moment. Kody seemed the perfect distraction. And that was what she was going to call this mission. Just a distraction. No feelings for him, no need for her heart to get damaged in the process because that was what would end up happening. She repeated the words in her mind, Just a distraction, several times before she could work up the courage to look up at him. She laughed at his words. Sexy? What was he thinking about her? He probably was writing much more scandalous things then she could imagine. Though, her dreams about him were pretty x-rated too. They had started after they had come back from the beach and got progressively worse and more detailed each time she saw him. She would wake up with hot, sticky skin and the need to run cold water over her. She had thought they were disgusting at first, but she had grown to like them, secretly. Mister, I think you need to stop putting your fantasies about me on paper. She giggled at this. You know they won’t ever come true. She said matter-of-factly. Though, she knew that at this moment, she probably wouldn’t be able to resist him. Not only because she was in a vulnerable spot, but because she was thinking about what he would actually do with her when she did get her in bed with him. What was he like? Because she knew what he was like in her dreams and if he was anything like that in real life, then well, she probably wouldn’t mind being used at all as long as it was every night like in her dreams.She sighed inwardly as the thoughts, trying to push them away. This was something she shouldn’t be thinking about at this point, especially when he was so close to her. Genevive moved, not exactly away from him but shifted in her position, maybe even a little more towards Dakota. Maybe you could write about my real life, it probably would sell a ton of books. The unofficial, official biography of Genevive Arianna McCarthy. She bit her bottom lip while she thought about it. It was now or never. I have enough going on without you putting me through ‘sexy adventures’ as you put it. She looked over at him. So I had a photo shoot today. And guess who I had to work with? She paused, wondering if he could guess who it was, and after a dramatic pause, she continued. Those three girls at the at the bar and apparently, they haven’t forgotten about me or the fact that you chose to go after me instead of stay with them. Of course she wasn’t going to tell him what all they said to her, because he was a writer, he could use his imagination. And now that Genevive had shared with someone a little bit about what had been going on with her, she felt a little better. So, she looked back up at him, not realizing when she had been telling him about her meeting with the girl that she had not been looking at his face. Educate me about that letter of the day. She gave him a mischevious smile, that one that she rarely gave. notes, here we go. word count, 1,041 thanks brooklyn from caution

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