Kinkington, Take 2

Kinkington, Take 2

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Formerly Maids Inc. Thought it over and decided to redo it. Two broken hearts come together, more of bratty Eliza, an adorable dog. What else do you expect from me?

Summary

Formerly Maids Inc. Thought it over and decided to redo it. Two broken hearts come together, more of bratty Eliza, an adorable dog. What else do you expect from me?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Taking it back

Author Chapter Note

Both Eliza and Emmaline hulk out.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 13, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 13, 2016

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"Where are they!" Emmaline stormed past the secretary. "They were not for sale; she had no right to sell them!"
 
"Ma'am!" The petite, blonde secretary gasped. Her platinum blonde hair was straightened and perfectly folded back in a tight bun, the picture perfect image of professional. Her skirt, while professional in material and simple design, was too short, but this was Kinkington. 
 
Emmaline was tall, with long waves of sunkissed blonde hair. It fell over both shoulders, pinned down by her hat, which protected her from the fall weather. She wore a comfy knit sweater made of yarn that was blending colors of different purples and blues, and some greens, pinned shut with large, over-sized buttons. Her jeans were loose with age, and splattered with paint from years before. Her boots made her unfairly taller than the poor secretary. It's okay Mrs. Larwence. I know the feeling. Of course, I wouldn't have jumped with fright, but laughed my ass off when Emmaline started grabbing the canvasses off the wall, snapping, "These are mine."
 
Currently, I was on the opposite side of Kinkington. Emmaline was storming the a West District office of the Cohen Brothers Corp, a floor of which that was oversaw by my ex, Jeffrey Lynwood Prescott. I, on the otherhand, was in the East District, at the free art museum, currently being detained in some manager's office by another ex of mine. I only have the two, so don't judge me. My hands were cuffed behind my back, a wise move on Elijah's part, because I tried to punch George in the nose. 
 
Who is George? I'm glad you asked. That's Emmaline's ex, the one she still thinks is in France, after he betrayed her in a terrible way. 
 
But forget about me. My current lover would show up soon, and I'd be released without charges to suffer the sweet torture of the wonderful, amazing and sexy Adrian Ward. Emmaline, unfortunately, was about to be doomed for life. 
 
Storming into a meeting room with a glass wall separating it from the hallway and a long table before a projection screen, Emmaline grabbed a large canvass off the wall. The thing is, that room was full. "So as we all can see, the new software- excuse me," Prescott said as Emmaline yanked her painting off the wall. 
 
"I don't know if I can. Did you choose this frame? I didn't choose this frame. Who chose this frame?" Emmaline demanded, her other paintings under one arm. 
 
One of the Cohen Brothers raised his arm. "You have terrible taste, and design asthetic. This whole office space is evidence of that," Emmaline snapped, before marching towards the door. 
 
Breathing heavily, the secretary blocked her way. "I'm sorry, Miss, but those paintings are the property of-."
 
"Me! They're mine. I painted them, and I paid Margo for storage space to hold them. Her selling them was stealing. So unless you want the police down here for buying stolen artwork, I suggest you-."
 
"Miss Lawrence, please let her through," Prescott said. "I am sorry, we didn't realize this artwork was not for sale. Margo told me what was available, and I chose the most impressive off of what she told me was for sale. You have our deepest apologies."
 
Emmaline stared at Prescott, half-surprised, half still angry at the whole predictament. As I'm sure you understand, stolen work was a sore spot for Emmaline. 
 
You think she got away scott-free but I'm telling you, she didn't. 
 
I, however, was being held by Elijah. George had crossed my view again, and I attacked without care of being restrained with my hands behind my back. Elijah grabbed me around the middle, which only served to allow my legs to kick out at the air. George was woefully out of range. Elijah shoved me back into the manager's office and slammed the door shut. "God damn it, Eliza. At least, I get my exercise with you."
 
I shrugged. "You could get it chasing down actual bad guys."
 
"If Emmaline doesn't press charges, there's nothing I can do," Elijah said. "There's no proof of a crime."
 
I glared at the managers desk. It was neat, with impressive  oragami figures lining the desk. I blew really hard, like the big bad wolf, until at least one fell. It fell with slowness and grace of delicate paper, and Elijah raised his eyebrows at me. "Feel better?"
 
I shrugged. 
 
I was detained maybe twenty-five minutes before I was moved to the back of Elijah's cop car. My feet were on the curb while I sat on the seat. Elijah leaned against what had to be the last existing city street mailbox, you know, the big blue ones that used to be everywhere, with his arms crossed until Arie showed up. "Really, baby girl?"
 
"I was a hero, and am being unfairly prosecuted," I insisted. 
 
"I hear you dropped kicked a hole through one of his paintings," Arie disagreed. "You know we have to pay for it now, right?"
 
"Don't you dare," I growled. Glaring down at Emma, who had been declared an emotional support animal, since my therapist thought I would benefit from having my german shepherd with me everywhere, I accused, "And you were no help, just sitting there, getting pets from the officers while someone handcuffed me unfairly."
 
"You tried to punch him," Elijah said. Emma was curled around his feet, and he dropped one of his crossed arms to pet her pointed ear. "I had to."
 
"It was self-defense," I claimed. 
 
"It wasn't."
 
"It was on behalf of the art world and human decency," I declared. 
 
"I'm sure," Arie answered, not bothering to hide his grin. "You're in trouble anyway."
 
Elijah beckoned me to stand, and against his better judgment, uncuffed me. No charges were pressed, since what was George going to say when asked I felt the need to tug his paintings off the wall. That they weren't even his paintings? I jumped onto Arie's back, and he carried me down to where he had parked his car. Right now, we were staying in a house of some older friends of ours, Ben and Linda, who were taking another year long vacation around the world. The last one had just been so much fun. It gave Arie and I a place to stay why we looked for a place together, and a backyard for Emma to run around in while I sunbathed nude by the pool, and ignored my publicist and editor. It had been a tough year, and I wanted some time for myself. Okay, I was just really busy causing mahem and fucking my boyfriend. Legitimate excuses in Kinkington, let me tell you. 
 
I wiggled in the sheets, naked, as Arie pressed me onto the bed. As soon as we entered the house, he had started stripping me naked as we ran up the stairs to our bedroom. He straddled my waist, keeping me pinned while he cuffed my hands to the headboard. 
 
"You're in for it, baby girl," he insisted as he began the sweet torture, kissing across my chest, from my sternum to my chest. I sighed happily. I'd have to endure a lot of sweet torture first, but I was gonna cum so much. 


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