Temptation

Five.

((Derrick's POV))

Holy midgets.

A small head of neon orange and white-blond hair collides with my chest and I look down warily.

The girl reaches up and rubs her forehead with a small hand that I kind of want to hold. Then she looks up and startles me with a pair of cerulean blue eyes, almost neon with how bright they are. She scrunches up her cute nose and looks at me, a pair of plump, red lips open in a small sigh. She tries to shove past me.

"That's not nice," I comment, blocking her way. I can't help but notice the size of her chest in the tight blue tank she's wearing and her long, skinny yet curvy legs. I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around me. A hand connects to my face and I snap back, gasping. "Don't say your thoughts out loud, asshole." The girl says before roughly pushing past me. Feisty. I like it. I turn and follow her downstairs like a lost puppy, not because I am one, but because this girl is intriguing. She looks back and raises a skeptical eyebrow and when I just stare at her she rolls her eyes and keeps moving. I can't say I don't like the back view of her; it's fantastic.

Although I'd have to bend to pick her up, since she's maybe 5'5", and I'm about 6'2". Stupid growth spurts. With my height, I always play with tall girls, since they're closer to my height. But for some reason this girl has got me in her hands after five minutes of knowing her. When we reach the bottom of the spiral staircase she goes and stands beside her mother, who is nowhere near as beautiful as her daughter. She is decent looking, with dark brown hair pulled back in a tight bun and a curvy body in a tight work suit, with full lips and brown eyes.

Her daughters eyes are much prettier. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? "Hello!" Her mother chimes at me, and I nod at her.

Her smile falters for a minute but then it goes right back to being perfect. "You must be Derrick! Where might your brother be?"

She seems nice enough, so I decide to answer her. "At the store grabbing condoms. He ran out."

Her daughters face twists up in a huge grin and its so cute that I just want to kiss those lips.

Wait, no! I'm a player. And she is a toy. Nothing more. I don't do relationships. I am cool and calm, quiet and intimidating Derrick Ozera. "Oh. Okay. Um. This is my daughter, Dorian." The girl looks at me and her eyes are utterly emotionless. I get the feeling she doesn't like her mother very much and I'm guessing this isn't how she normally acts. I look at the mother, whose name I think is Liz, and study her. She must have done something wrong to make Dorian look like that. Nobody just has no emotions like she does. I nod my head at both of them before going into the living room. I sit down on one of four leather couches and turn the tv on, keeping it on low so I can hear their conversation.

"Dorian, why can't you be happy?"

"Why can't you be real?"

Oh, shit. Good comeback. Go Dorian. I smile to myself.

"Dorian Labelle! You will be a part of this family!"

"Yeah. Until you cheat on this guy like you did with dad."

I get up and peek around the corner just in time to see Liz's hand connect with Dorian's face.

I sink back into the couch and clench my fists as Dorian races out the front door.

I didn't see anything.