Warning: This chapter has lots of bad language and lots of bad behavior. Read at your own risk!
"F*ck" The trip to China was long and boring as h*ll, and now this sh*t.
Really? They couldn't have found him a f*cking hotel that didn't have a thousand f*cking stairs? "Sh*t." By the time he reached the top, it would be time to f*cking go home again.
He was hung over, jet lagged, dying for a f*cking cigarette, and all he wanted to see was a f*cking bed and the back of his f*cking eyelids. He grumpily stomped towards the stairs.
Twenty four hours later, and his mood was a little more improved. He had laughed at the hotel clerk, Mr.Chan, when he had told Colin everyone rode bicycles here. Bicycles. F*ck that, he wasn't riding any stupid f*cking bicycle. It had taken a few hours to locate a motorcycle similar to the one he had home, but with Colin prodding him, Mr. Chan had managed to do so. Colin had sleep, wheels, and a pack of smokes, now he just needed to find something to do. He had a whole day to kill.
Imperial City. A place for Emperors. Colin parked his motorcycle and jumped off. It seemed as a good as a place as any to look around.
He was disappointed to realize it was a tourist trap, and the shops were filled with stupid sh*t that only a f*cking sentimentalist would want to buy. Really? A f*cking Chinese vase? He could easily find half a dozen of the f*cking things back home, all stamped with Made in China.
A pair of curved swords caught his eye though, until he realized they too were fake, made in China sh*t.
Even the clerks were f*cking stupid, and just stared at him with their tongues hanging out like some kind of f*cking retard.
He was about to write the whole f*cking day off as a big f*cking waste of his time, when he walked into the last store, a bookstore. The clerk was even female. Even if she ended up being stupid as sh*t it wouldn't matter to him, females he could work with, and maybe his f*cking day wouldn't be so f*cking wasted after all.
Colin had never really understood why he held such appeal to the opposite sex, but he didn't really care about the whys either. He only knew that he was irresistible to females.
He didn't care if they were married, engaged, or single. He didn't care if they had kids, lived in a hovel, or even what their names were. He only cared about one thing. How quickly he could f*ck them, and then forget them.
He was almost bored with how easy it all was.
At least a quick f*ck in the water closet relieved some of his frustrations.
He was done with the sight seeing, and ready to move on. It was too early to go back to his hotel room, he wasn't in the mood for any more Chinese, but he was hungry. He had seen some cherry trees outside of the town limits, so he stopped to pick some.
The next morning he got his a*s handed to him on a platter, and by a female who had the temerity to grin at him afterwards. It p*ssed him off, and he tried again, and again, and again, but she somehow used his strength against him each time. "F*ck!" he snarled, as he picked himself up again.
"You slow learner." she observed.
"How the f*ck do you do that? I never lost a fight before today, it's f*cking humiliating."
She shook her head slightly. "We no fight, we spar, see? You have too much emotion, not enough discipline."
"That's your f*cking professional opinion, is it?"
She nodded, then she spoke softly, "You very angry man, you must push anger away. The fire of anger, only burns the angry. My name is Wu, I teach Wu Ying Tao, the formless way. We bend, we move, we use others' energy, redirect it, make it our own."
Colin stared at her. "You can teach me to kick your a*s?"
She laughed and her eyes sparkled with glee. "Maybe, that is up to you. Will you be able to handle my class?" She shrugged. "Only time will tell."
Colin stiffened. Be able to? What the f*ck? Like there was some doubt? Of course he could. He could f*cking handle what the h*ll ever she sent his f*cking way. He narrowed his eyes. "You're on." He could f*cking do this, with his eyes f*cking shut and both hands f*cking tied behind his back.
She grinned at him again. "You too predictable. We work on that."
And work on it he did, for weeks and weeks, he used the training dummy, and sometimes he wondered which one was the dummy. It was only sheer stubbornness that kept him from walking. No f*cking female was going to get the best of him.
Until one day, it just clicked. All the words and teachings that Wu had taught him day after day, week after week, finally sunk in. D*mn. He was a f*cking slow learner.
He found Wu in the outdoors garden. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard.
When he pulled back slightly, both of them were breathing hard, and her eyes were wide. "F*ck. I figured it out, Wu. I can f*cking kick your a*s tomorrow, but tonight, I'll settle for f*cking your a*s." He hadn't f*cked anyone in weeks, it was a new record for him, and not one that he had set out to accomplish either.
He had spent countless f*cking hours, hacking and chopping at a hunk of wood that clobbered him back instead, determined that he would not be beat, and he hadn't been. He had won! With euphoria racing through his blood, he felt like f*cking superman, which only made him feel edgier, in need of the release that only f*cking gave him.
Wu didn't question, but just followed him to the showers, where he f*cking showed her who was actually in charge.
Before he left China, Wu gifted him with his own training dummy, so that he could practice at home she said. Not lose his discipline or concentration. He kissed her one last time, before boarding his flight home. Home. He sighed. He both missed it, and dreaded it.
As soon as he stepped in the door, he was accosted by a bigger version of his daughter, Jada. "Daddy! You're home!" She hugged him quickly, then pulled away before he could push her away. "You're home just in time!" she said excitedly.
"In time for what?" he asked cautiously.
"To take us to the City Park of course!" His boys came crashing down the stairs, and skidded to a stop in front of him. Jada grabbed Colin's arm before he could form a protest, and the boys pushed him from behind as they half dragged, half pushed him down to the City Park. He must still be jet lagged, that had to be the only f*cking reason why he had allowed himself to be dragged to a stupid f*cking park.
But he wasn't f*cking happy about it.
Then he spotted a woman, and suddenly his mood improved. "Okay, you little sh...maggots, here's some money, go buy yourselves a lollipop or something, what the h*ll ever, just f*cking scram."
"But Daddy!" Jada said, uncertainly, "Don't you want to spend time with us? You just got home!"
"I ain't no f*cking baby." Jacob yelled. "I don't eat lollipops."
Nick just silently watched.
"F*ck no, I'd pick f*cking a woman over you little sh...maggots any day. Eat lollipops or eat dirt, f*ck, I don't care. Just stay the h*ll away from me, you little sh...maggots really cramp my style. F*ck." he muttered as he walked away.
He approached the woman in question, and whispered a few words in her ear. She giggled, and allowed him to lead her back behind some bushes, where he showed off his life saving techniques.
"What did I do?" Jada asked her brothers.
Jacob hugged her. "Nothing Jada, Dad is just a big fat jerk."
"He's not fat." Nick interjected.
"What's he doing in those bushes?" She got on her tippy toes, trying to look over the bushes. "They sure are making a lot of noise back there."
Jacob pulled her back. "He's gross too. Let's go see if we can get some cotton candy or something, okay?"
She shrugged. "Okay."
"I really think you should consider remarrying. While you and Natalie weren't the best match, I believe there is someone out there that will fit you perfectly. You won't know unless you try, and look, and your kids could really use the stability." Alder could barely believe those words were coming out of his mouth. It must be the end of the world! Wouldn't his mother be proud to hear those words though, and his Dad would.... Alder sighed sadly. His Dad would just grin at him, and wink. He missed his parents. While his mother was alive and well, he rarely ever saw her. At one time he would have considered that a blessing. "Colin? Are you listening?"
In response, Colin laughed, hysterically. "Grandpa, you have some funny notions. The last f*cking thing I need is a f*cking wife. What a pain in the a*s they are, almost as bad as f*cking maggots. At least the maggots will f*cking grow up and move away someday. A wife? F*ck no."
Alder smiled at him, not taking any offense to his words. He remembered how he used to think, and how things might have been different if he hadn't been so adamant about thwarting his mother, instead of just focusing on what he actually wanted. All those wasted years, he would not wish that on anyone, let alone his grandson. Alder would learn from his mother's mistake though, and he wouldn't push it. "Well, I still think it would be a good idea. Just keep it in mind, okay?"
Colin rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say Grandpa."
Later that night, Jacob walked outside by himself. He stared moodily at the surrounding water, he wanted to be alone on his birthday, and outside was the only place he could find. He didn't want to deal with the pitying looks from his grandparents, or great grandparent, and he really didn't want to deal with his Dad's sh*t.
He picked up a rock, and threw it into the water. He stared into it's murky depths. Why him? Why did he have to have the world's most f*cked up father?
She was the first thing he saw when he walked into the bar.
It was a seedy little dive on the northern tip of Dragon Valley, and Colin had just bought it out a few weeks ago. He spent a lot of time in places like this, he didn't see why he couldn't hang out and make money at it at the same time. He sure as f*ck spent enough money in them.
He let his eyes follow the curve of her spine, down the short skirt that barely covered her firm a*s, to her sexy long legs. F*ck yeah. He wanted some of that. She was talking to the mixologist, Pete, her voice was husky, but smooth as silk. He was instantly enchanted. Who the f*ck was this angel? And how did she end up in his bar when it didn't open yet for another two hours?
He came up behind her, she instantly stiffened, but he ignored that, and wrapped one arm around her, pulling her in closer to his warmth. He loved the way she smelled, of sea and sunshine, and sand, and danger. F*ck yeah, he loved the aroma of danger. He whispered in her ear. "If you're looking for a job Angel, then you're hired."
She turned in his arms, fire in her eyes, and he got his first look at her. Whatever she was going to say to him though, died on her lips, as she stared back at him.
F*ck. She was magnificent. The air crackled around them. She slowly licked her lips, and boldly let her eyes wander down his body, taking him in as he had done to her earlier. He casually pushed away from her, and gave her his cocky smile, trying to mask the mass confusion that ran through his brain. Why the h*ll did he react so strongly to her? F*ck. Beyond wanting a piece of a*s, he never reacted to a woman like this, she f*cking overloaded his senses, the only thing that made him feel a little better, was that she was obviously affected too, and trying her best not to f*cking show it either.
He sat down on a nearby chair, and affected an aura of calmness he did not feel. "F*cking mute, huh? You just may be the most f*cking perfect woman I have ever seen in that case."
That kicked the fire up in her eyes. She walked towards him, and Colin couldn't look away even if he had wanted to, when she got within a foot of him, she crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. "Is that so? I would think a guy such as you would get off hearing his woman scream his name while she's being f*cked by him, instead of laying there mute."
"Is that an invitation Angel? Shall we prove your point? I'm f*cking ready whenever you are."
"Does that line usually work for you?" Her words were scornful, but he could see the desire she tried to hide behind the scorn. She was as f*cking hot for him as he was for her.
He shrugged. "Usually."
"So, what, they just drop their panties," Ivory gracefully shimmied out of hers, giving him hints of her body but not letting him fully see, "and then they straddle you," she climbed onto his lap, "and then what?" She rocked her hips, rubbing her body against his, drawing a moan from herself and him.
"Sh*t." He grabbed her a*s, needing to feel more of her as she threaded her hands in his hair and tugged on him.
"Then what Stud?" she huskily whispered in his ear. "Do you just f*ck, like an animal?" She rubbed against him again, and nipped at his neck. He let one hand slip up her skirt, and skim her thighs, stroking higher and higher, her breathing hitched. Colin was afraid that if he didn't get his pants off f*cking now, he was going to f*cking disgrace himself.
To his shock, she abruptly stood up, and fluffed her hair. "Well, as amusing as all of this has been, I've got an appointment to go to." She waved her fingers at him, and blew him a kiss. "F*ck you a*shole." she said as she sashayed away.
Colin watched her leave, bemused. His body was still rock hard and aching, and demanding release. He knew he could finish the job himself, or find another girl within minutes, but neither idea appealed to him. He wanted the one that had just jacked him up, but had then walked away from him, and he had stupidly watched her go like a f*cking moron. If he'd had his sh*t together, he would have followed her.
For the first time in longer than he cared to remember, he was p*ssed that he didn't even get her name. How the f*ck could he find her? Or should he let her find him? He was rather well known, while he had never seen her before.
What the f*ck was she doing in his bar anyway? She wasn't looking for a job, since she didn't exactly jump at his offer. And how the h*ll had she gotten in? Pete must have let her in, did that mean Pete knew who she was? He turned to look at his mixologist, who was staring at him with a sort of horrified fascination.
Notes: Dun Dun Dun! So enters my mysterious character. Who is she? What's her name? What does she want? What is she up to? Haha, all of that you'll find out later. I promise she is a big part of the story, and Colin is about to meet his match! =D I cannot tell you how excited I am about this storyline, I only hope I write it well enough, lol :P I have been steadily taking pictures for it, for weeks now, so that when I was ready to write it, most of the pictures would already be done. Now I just need the words, lol
I also want to say a big thank you to Jenn, for letting me use her sim, I really appreciate it! She's perfect for this role.
I laughed when I saw Alder go up to Colin and start talking about marriage, that was too funny, and of course I had to write that in. Elly really would have loved it, she's off in fairy land though, still grieving the loss of her Reilly.
Colin has advanced pretty quickly with the Martial Arts skill (Mostly because Wu seemed to imply he couldn't, and that is like waving a red flag at a bull for Colin.), which is good, he's gonna need it later. =)
And----sorry all, I couldn't help myself, I had to write all those bad puns! lol :P Resistance was futile...
Next chapter you will all learn a lot more about my mystery girl. I'm almost done with writing it, I'm still trying to nail down one particular scene...
Thanks for reading!!