Put On Your Doll Face

If Duchess was a different type of woman, she could have claimed that she had already given him enough. But she wasn't like that. Without really knowing it, she craved the attention and admiration just as the brute did, she just made it a lot more obvious. A one night stand, a fling, it was really just filling some kind of void even it it meant something different for each of them.

She didn't go to stand, instead resting back into the bedded grasses below her. "Maybe you'll stay and find out?" She challenged him, flaunting like she had more to offer which, maybe she did. Though he'd probably need some time to recharge himself. In real honesty, his name wasn't all that important to her. But maybe if she had got his attention again... He wouldn't leave so soon.

"Duchess"