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His Secret: Chapter Zero
So I finally had time to do some artwork to fit chapter zero of my DC series. I’m not going to say too much. So please, enjoy 😊
Chapter Zero
“You weren’t lying, Mr. Wayne,” a slurred woman’s voice said. “You really are amazing in bed.”
Bruce felt fingers trace up his bare chest and it sent warm shivers racing up his spine. But not the kind of warm shivers he was expecting.
He was expecting his body to react in a sexual way when he felt her touch. He was expecting his lips to press passionately against hers; he was expecting to pull her close so he could feel the warmth of her skin; he was expecting his body to make love to hers like he had just done moments before.
But Bruce didn’t feel any of that. He only felt disgust. Bitter disgust toward himself and the woman lying beside him.
Bruce looked at her, watching her gaze at his exposed body. She bit her lip, probably thinking about many more things she wanted him to do to her. But also thinking about the many things she would like to do to him. Either way the only thing racing through her mind was sex.
But then again, wasn’t that the only thing racing through his mind when he first saw her? Wasn’t that the only thing he was thinking when she kept watching him with her bright green eyes? Wasn’t that all he wanted when then were in his back seat?
Yes. That was all he wanted. He didn’t want the woman. He just wanted the sex. And lucky for him, there are many women in Gotham City who would do anything to share his bed for one night.
Bruce moaned as her fingers traced down his ribs. Why was he even moaning? He wasn’t interested in this woman anymore. Not that he ever was.
“Something wrong, Bruce?” The woman asked.
“No. I just need a minute,” he responded.
The woman smiled and rolled over. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
Bruce felt his stomach turn.
Why was she even here? Why did he invite her? They didn’t love each other, that was obvious. They didn’t even really like each other. Honestly all they wanted was a night of pleasure. Didn’t matter who it was with, as long as they got that out of their heads so they could move on with their lives.
Bruce looked over at the woman who was snoring softly beside him. She was a slender woman with pale blonde hair that fell over cream colored skin; her lipstick was a bright cherry red shade that was mostly eaten off; she had a small nose and those green eyes that drew him in.
A truly stunning woman.
But also a heartless snake.
Bruce sighed and pulled the covers over the woman’s naked body. She nauseated him being here, and the feeling struck him as inappropriate. He didn’t understand why he felt that way, but whenever he thought about touching her again, his stomach turned.
Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he be like those other 26 year old rich men that were already married to an amazing woman, had children who looked up to him as if he were the moon and stars and came home to a happy home every night?
He played it cool in front of his business partners and staff, but truthfully he craved that. He didn’t like the playboy inside him that was always looking for a good time, but ran away from anything that even hinted at a serious relationship.
He wanted something new in his life. Something real. Something worth living for. But he knew better than anyone that that was a ridiculous dream that he couldn’t have. He knew that until he fought his biggest enemy, he wasn’t going to be able to be truly happy.
But how do you fight an enemy that knows your every move? How do you fight an enemy that always has a hand on your heart? How do you fight an enemy that is slowly consuming you?
Answer: You can’t.
You can’t fight. You can only run and hope that it will leave you for one more night. You can only hold your breath and pray that for one more night, its claws don’t dig deeper into your soul.
All you can do is hope that one day you will find the strength to cut that enemy off like a leach, once and for all.
A cool breeze drifted through the bedroom and Bruce shuddered. He hadn’t realized that he left the window. Odd. It being October in Gotham City, it would have been too cold to leave the window open.
Bruce sighed and pulled the covers off him. Instantly he felt a shivering wave wash over him, like someone had taken a bucket of icy water and dumped it over his head.
He shuddered and fought the desire to just stay in bed and leave the window alone. His mind went back to a few hours ago. He didn’t remember that window being open when he got here, and he didn’t think Alfred would have opened it.
Bruce shrugged and stood, letting his body shiver as he made his way to the window. He peered through the glass and watched his city come to life. The tall buildings glistened from the earlier rain. Street lamps splashed their golden hues onto gray sidewalks and lit the way for those who were going home. The trees swayed in the cold breeze, naked now, and clawed at the darkness.
Bruce reached to close the window, but stopped. He suddenly felt a sick feeling in his stomach. At first he thought he was going to throw up from all the wine he had earlier, but that wasn't it. He couldn’t place it, but something didn’t feel right.
He ignored the feeling and closed the window. His mind was just fuzzy from all the wine. Nothing more.
Bruce Wayen got back into bed, pulled the sleeping woman close to his chest, and let sleep finally take over his mind.
His Secret: Chapter Zero
So I finally had time to do some artwork to fit chapter zero of my DC series. I’m not going to say too much. So please, enjoy 😊
Chapter Zero
“You weren’t lying, Mr. Wayne,” a slurred woman’s voice said. “You really are amazing in bed.”
Bruce felt fingers trace up his bare chest and it sent warm shivers racing up his spine. But not the kind of warm shivers he was expecting.
He was expecting his body to react in a sexual way when he felt her touch. He was expecting his lips to press passionately against hers; he was expecting to pull her close so he could feel the warmth of her skin; he was expecting his body to make love to hers like he had just done moments before.
But Bruce didn’t feel any of that. He only felt disgust. Bitter disgust toward himself and the woman lying beside him.
Bruce looked at her, watching her gaze at his exposed body. She bit her lip, probably thinking about many more things she wanted him to do to her. But also thinking about the many things she would like to do to him. Either way the only thing racing through her mind was sex.
But then again, wasn’t that the only thing racing through his mind when he first saw her? Wasn’t that the only thing he was thinking when she kept watching him with her bright green eyes? Wasn’t that all he wanted when then were in his back seat?
Yes. That was all he wanted. He didn’t want the woman. He just wanted the sex. And lucky for him, there are many women in Gotham City who would do anything to share his bed for one night.
Bruce moaned as her fingers traced down his ribs. Why was he even moaning? He wasn’t interested in this woman anymore. Not that he ever was.
“Something wrong, Bruce?” The woman asked.
“No. I just need a minute,” he responded.
The woman smiled and rolled over. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
Bruce felt his stomach turn.
Why was she even here? Why did he invite her? They didn’t love each other, that was obvious. They didn’t even really like each other. Honestly all they wanted was a night of pleasure. Didn’t matter who it was with, as long as they got that out of their heads so they could move on with their lives.
Bruce looked over at the woman who was snoring softly beside him. She was a slender woman with pale blonde hair that fell over cream colored skin; her lipstick was a bright cherry red shade that was mostly eaten off; she had a small nose and those green eyes that drew him in.
A truly stunning woman.
But also a heartless snake.
Bruce sighed and pulled the covers over the woman’s naked body. She nauseated him being here, and the feeling struck him as inappropriate. He didn’t understand why he felt that way, but whenever he thought about touching her again, his stomach turned.
Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he be like those other 26 year old rich men that were already married to an amazing woman, had children who looked up to him as if he were the moon and stars and came home to a happy home every night?
He played it cool in front of his business partners and staff, but truthfully he craved that. He didn’t like the playboy inside him that was always looking for a good time, but ran away from anything that even hinted at a serious relationship.
He wanted something new in his life. Something real. Something worth living for. But he knew better than anyone that that was a ridiculous dream that he couldn’t have. He knew that until he fought his biggest enemy, he wasn’t going to be able to be truly happy.
But how do you fight an enemy that knows your every move? How do you fight an enemy that always has a hand on your heart? How do you fight an enemy that is slowly consuming you?
Answer: You can’t.
You can’t fight. You can only run and hope that it will leave you for one more night. You can only hold your breath and pray that for one more night, its claws don’t dig deeper into your soul.
All you can do is hope that one day you will find the strength to cut that enemy off like a leach, once and for all.
A cool breeze drifted through the bedroom and Bruce shuddered. He hadn’t realized that he left the window. Odd. It being October in Gotham City, it would have been too cold to leave the window open.
Bruce sighed and pulled the covers off him. Instantly he felt a shivering wave wash over him, like someone had taken a bucket of icy water and dumped it over his head.
He shuddered and fought the desire to just stay in bed and leave the window alone. His mind went back to a few hours ago. He didn’t remember that window being open when he got here, and he didn’t think Alfred would have opened it.
Bruce shrugged and stood, letting his body shiver as he made his way to the window. He peered through the glass and watched his city come to life. The tall buildings glistened from the earlier rain. Street lamps splashed their golden hues onto gray sidewalks and lit the way for those who were going home. The trees swayed in the cold breeze, naked now, and clawed at the darkness.
Bruce reached to close the window, but stopped. He suddenly felt a sick feeling in his stomach. At first he thought he was going to throw up from all the wine he had earlier, but that wasn't it. He couldn’t place it, but something didn’t feel right.
He ignored the feeling and closed the window. His mind was just fuzzy from all the wine. Nothing more.
Bruce Wayen got back into bed, pulled the sleeping woman close to his chest, and let sleep finally take over his mind.