Free Positive/Negativity by D.D. Lorenzo Page B

this little bitch, and why would Declan Sinclair be attracted to her? The inner conflict that Marisol felt caused her to adopt a vindictiveness directed toward this unknown female. Marisol didn’t know who this chubby girl was, but at that moment, a vendetta had been conceived.
    As Marisol stared at the look on Declan’s face in the photo, the fury grew. He had never looked at her that way. Never! They had been photographed together for years, by some of the world’s top photographers, and some of those photos had been in the scantiest attire. Marisol had rubbed up against Declan in some of the most provocatively posed positions. She had flaunted herself at him. She had made certain he saw her half naked when preparing for a photo shoot. She had suggested sex to him after parties where they had both been present—Hell, she had all but tied him down and tried to screw him senseless! He brushed her off because he said they were friends. This picture showed her exactly what she didn’t want to know— Declan Sinclair didn't want her! With that, she picked up the Murano glass on the table, and with a loud scream, she hurled it against the wall where it shattered into tiny shards upon impact.
    After several moments, Marisol took a deep breath and composed herself; then she quietly raised the photograph. Marisol looked at the woman and contemptuously dismissed her as insignificant. This woman wasn’t even a worthy opponent for a world renowned beauty such as Marisol and she would be dealt with accordingly. She couldn’t compete with Marisol in any way. She could be—and would be—easily dismissed. Marisol justified that the affectionate gaze Declan directed toward this piddly, inferior woman in the photograph was only because she, herself, hadn’t really put forth her best effort to try to get Declan Sinclair. She just needed a little time to form a plan. She smiled, thinking that she would most definitely get what she wanted. She was, after all, Marisol Franzi.
     

     
    …and as she snuggled securely into the strong arm that was holding her close, Aria Cole felt that Declan Sinclair was everything in a man that she had ever wanted…

 
     
    T I Got Lucky – Susannah Blinkoff
    TT Start of Something Good – Toni Price
    TTT In a Sentimental Mood – Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

 
     
     
    I love waking to the sound of the Ocean. It’s one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to me. No matter the difficulty I faced, I have always been lulled into peace and contentment by the sounds of waves crashing on the seashore, seagulls singing, and a faint ocean breeze. A brand new favorite for me would be listening to the beating of Declan’s heart as my head rests on his chest. Lying here, in Declan’s arms, seems like the most natural thing in the world. His arm is draped over my body, lovingly and protectively. T
    Before last night, I had never seen Declan naked. Now, as he lays sleeping, I knew I’d have an unobstructed view of him if I just moved a little bit. I wiggled from under his arm and turned on my stomach, carrying the sheet with me as I turned, leaving him uncovered. It was as I suspected. Declan had the body of Adonis. His muscles were firm and hard—everywhere. His bone structure was fierce, severe, and chiseled. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully. His upper body, chest, and arms were covered in a very unique pattern of tattoos. My eyes followed my fingertips as they traced the lines and curves of the tattoos in mindless, unconscious exploration. I sighed as my imagination wandered along with my fingers, down the deep “V” of his abdominal muscles, and further and deeper still…
    “You could get into trouble like that, beautiful girl,” came the deep, rough voice of the glorious man lying beside me.
    His unexpected voice startled me and made me jump slightly. I went to pull back my hand, but he grabbed it and lifted it to his lips for a kiss.
    “Good morning,” he said as he pulled me on top