Lighted by the evening-star [a Riverdale fan...
"What are you doing here all alone, sweetheart?" I heard a deep voice from somewhere, talking to me, his words felt so soft, like they have been covered with honey.
"Don't sweetheart me," I said, furrowing my brows as I looked up just to find FP Jones looking down at me. "Maybe I changed my mind," I murmured under my breath as I surveyed him, undoubtedly enjoying the view, finding it unable to control myself.
"Did you, huh?" he laughed, then got to his knees before me so that he can face me properly. "Are you drunk?"
"What do you think?" I asked smirking, not caring about the little space between our faces. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to touch me.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with thirst and lust, and I almost couldn't resist the temptation. I felt his large hands on my thighs, pulling me gently towards him.
"Jones, you better not..." I whispered, my eyes fixed on his. As he gripped my thighs, I bit my lips.
"Fuck," he repeated quietly, his eyes on my lips, and for a brief moment, I thought that he was really going to kiss me. But then he stood up. "I'll call your boyfriend up, sweetheart, don't worry. He'll take you home, where you can rest."
"I do not have a..." I started, but he was already talking on the phone.
Venus Lodge seems to hate Riverdale from the first second she sets foot on their new home's marbled floor with her sister and mother whom she loved with all her heart and would have done anything for their safety. While struggling between the space that New York's bright lights had left inside her and the attempt to find her spot in the hierarchy of her new high school, she meets with several people and tries her best to keep up with the actions which are seems to be happening way too fast inside that town.