-- city of rust

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It was hard to contain herself, to contain the childish excitement that she was brimming with. before today she'd never been on a plane before, let alone a private jet. she'd never have dreamed of staying at a hotel like this before, let alone in the penthouse suite. she'd never seen anything or anywhere this luxurious. the concierge didn't turn his nose up at the sight of her, he fell over himself instead. levi took it all in like a typical rich boy, accustomed to such luxury, while stassi fought to keep her jaw from hitting the ground. nothing phased him, he barely looked up from his blackberry on the plane, while stassi sipped fancy wine from fancy glasses, he didn't even look at the stewardesses that doted over him, merely ordering them about in bored tones. he disregarded the concierge, waving at him for someone to collect their luggage while he took the room keys. stassi smiled sweetly behind him, all bravado and false airs of confidence.      The room took her breath away, the views were spectacular, the room spacious and open, a chilled bottle of wine waiting for them and a sea breeze wafting through the open balcony doors. levi barely blinked, answering a phone call and disappearing further into the suite, while stassi dealt with the luggage and tipped the staff as she thanked them and ushered them out. she couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement once she was alone. she knew that while promises had been made, there was a 98% chance that this weekend would be mostly work. if anyone where going to relax, it would be levi, while she attended to his emails. but she much rather attend to his emails in paradise then stuck at her desk in new york.      She had fought all day to act like she wasn't completely in awe of everything she had been experiencing but for that moment it all caught up to her and she giggled as she dashed through the suite, as quickly as a body con dress and heels would allow, and threw herself onto the plush king sized bed. the main bedroom and the adjoining ensuite were probably bigger then her whole apartment in new york, and she couldn't help but marvel at how soft the bed was. "this is definitely my room" she called out to levi, as he soon reappeared from another room, most likely a smaller room that would actually be hers for the weekend. "I think I've earnt it" she teased, her faux confidence easily mistaken for arrogance and she propped herself up by her elbows and watched him across the expansive room.      notes this is garbage, don't hate me      music clint snoring lol

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Helena. Dear, Helena. As Levi took a break from packing and glanced down at the silver wedding band on his finger, he thought of his pregnant wife downstairs, discussing, or most likely, rudely telling the painter the difference between oxblood and the fiasco of a color he probably created that was nothing of the sort. They were redecorating the living room, and Helena as usual, had an entire design planned out. After living with her for almost five years, he had learned to pick his battles, and telling her anything other than what she wanted to hear when it came to decorating, was out of the question. So he let her do her thing. It wasn't like she gave him the same courtesy though. The raven haired beauty was diabolical and paranoid, and Levi blamed her for driving him to the place that he was in now. He hated her by the end of their second year together but hadn't started sleeping around until the end of their third year of marriage, three days after she threatened to castrate him with a steak knife from the kitchen, if he ever spoke to their sweet twenty-five year old neighbor again. He knew if she found out about any of his affairs it would easily set her on kill missions, but knowing what he had planned in Mexico with his secretary, Stassi, would set her on an even bigger mission, divorcing him and trying to bleed him dry. And the last thing Levi wanted was for her to get a cent of his money.      Thinking of Stassi now pulled Levi from his thoughts, and reality reminded him that he was already running behind. If he wanted to really go through with this trip, he needed to escape before his wife could try to interrogate him more. After throwing a pair of socks and his shaving gel into his suitcase, he heard a creak in the floorboards and looked up and over to the entrance of the bedroom, where Helena stood, staring. She swept her raven hair over her right shoulder and narrowed those hazel eyes, dark brows knitted together so tightly, it almost looked as though they had become one. She said his name, but he ignored her, turning back to his case and finishing up with the last bit of essentials. She soon said his name again, this time with a higher volume, and Levi's jaw clenched before his own brows mirrored hers, and the annoyance in his voice was apparent as he spoke. "What?" he snapped. "Can't you see I'm packing, Lena? I've got to fly to Miami in an hour." He shouldn't have been so snappy, but it was too late. He had awoken the beast, poked the bear in the eye, and now the anger spread to her cheeks, a flushed reddish pink, which he got a better view of when she moved closer to him, one hand on her small bump, and bluntly asked him if he was running off with his mistress. Yes. "No, Lena. For fuck sake, I told you it was a business trip. Now calm down, stop being so fucking paranoid and get some rest. I'll be back in a few days." And with that, he slammed his suitcase shut and was off.      Watching Stassi try to contain her excitement was one of the more amusing things Levi had seen this past week. She was absolutely horrible at it. From the moment they had stepped on to the Mikaelson jet, she was in awe, and through out the flight there, despite mostly being consumed by answering emails on his blackberry, Levi had noticed her taking snaps of the interior and out the window, probably for Instagram or other social media platforms. When they arrived at their suite, she took off immediately around the living room and kitchen, fascinated by the luxury she clearly had never been surrounded by. After she was done with those areas, she then went to take in the beautiful scenery from the bedroom, with its large balcony overlooking the private beach. He had to take a call the moment she dashed off, but by the time he was finished and had found her, with her golden locks spread out around her head as she rested contently on the king sized bed, she was smiling and teasing. "Earned it, huh? Do you snore?" he asked, a small grin on his face and arms folded across his chest as he watched her from the doorway. "Because if you snore, you're going to have to go sleep in the smaller room with no view, because I really can't stand snorers." Notes // hahaha, so bad. i told you, don't laugh Music // open by rhye

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Levi wasn't your average boss. oddly enough he had fallen into a jumble of categories ranging from father figure, to best friend, to suitor. it was a difficult and confusing range to encompass but the strangest part was it never felt difficult or confusing. he could easily be her father one minute, warning her of the dangers of traipsing around new york in a skirt that short, giving her extra cash to ensure she had a way to get home at the end of the night, but while those same words left his lips his eyes would watch her in a very unfatherlike manner, taking her in her legs and skin lavishly enough to make her blush. she spent more time in his company then anyone else, and although she knew he hated it, there were long nights at work where she would rant about the asshole that took her on a date and never called her back, or complaints about the friend that spoken about her behind her back. she often caught him rolling his eyes, but more often then not he would give his famously blunt take on the situation, dutifully solving her problems as a friend or even a father might.      That was probably why it was increasingly hard for stassi to draw a line in the sand when it came to levi. he was handsome, in fact, handsome may have been an understatement. he was charming, he was rich, he threw money at her like it didn't phase him and that only lured stassi in further. flirting with levi came naturally and watching him sigh and remind her of her manners, while he was obviously staring at her ass as she left his office was just enough fun to keep her days light and make her giggle. he had a wife after all, and although he complained bitterly about her, he was yet to even consider ending things. he probably never would, she often mused to herself, those waspish types were notorious for loving their misery, living within a declining marriage for appearances and nothing more.      Levi watched her from the doorway as she lounged on the plush bed like a languid cat, she could have happily spent the whole weekend in this bed and never stepped foot on the beach, lost in the luxurious egyptian cotton and mass of fluffy pillows, but that seemed like a waste of a flight at the very least. stassi cocked at eyebrow at his question, "of course i don't snore!" she replied, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him. "ladies don't snore, plus if you were a gentleman you would offer little ol' me the biggest bed and take the viewless one for yourself. it's the chivalrous thing to do" she insisted, deepening her southern twang and batting her eyelashes at him playfully. "i just belong in a bed like this, don't you think?" she purred, kicking off her heels, one at a time and tossing them off the bed. "i'm officially in vacation mode, i refuse to do any work. sorry!" she teased. "i will only eat, sleep, and lounge on the beach from this moment on." she pulled herself up the bed and flopped against the swathe of pillows, feeling almost regal in such lavish surrounds. "oh and we're definitely getting room service" she added with a cheeky smile.      notes better but still bad      music arctic monkeys

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Calling Stassi just his secretary wasn't exactly fitting anymore. But Levi wasn't even quite sure what else to consider her. The first time he had met her he had been in a mood and threw a nasty fit. Vulgar things were said, heavy items were thrown and at the end of it, he had a cigar smoking up in his office. It wasn't the best first meeting, but they gradually moved past that when she started to win over his trust, his friendship and he noticed that she was far more competent than he originally gave her credit for. It wasn't hard to see that she was also incredibly gorgeous, and as time passed, he realized she was also highly aware of her looks. As were most of the other men in the company. And every time Levi noticed one craning their neck to watch her behind as she passed, his knuckles went white from the clutching of his fists. He was protective of her in almost the same way he was of his sister, except his sister never made his heart rate dangerously high and left him to practically salivate at the very sight of her when she purposely sat on his desk in a low cut silk cami and a tight skirt. From the office flirting to the occasional long dinners, Stassi was becoming an addiction he wasn't sure he could quit. And the moment he had invited her on this weekend trip, the moment they had stepped into the hotel, he knew he had crossed a line where there was really no turning back from.      A pillow came flying towards Levi's head, but he kept calm and moved to the left slightly, letting the plush white cushion tag his shoulder instead, before it dropped to the ground. The smile on his face only got bigger as she spoke more in between elegantly stretching and rolling around on the bed. It was hard to take his eyes off her as she moved, and he soon found himself becoming slightly mesmerized. First her tanned arms as they stretched up over her head elegantly like a ballerina, then to her chest, pushed so tightly together in that low cut dress.. down to her curvy hips practically swaying against the sea of white, to her long toned legs twisting over one another as if beckoning him to come closer. When she batted her lashes at him and smiled, waiting for him to respond, he swallowed hard before making his way towards the bed.      When he reached the foot of the bed, he smirked a little and began to crawl on top of it, his built body sinking the mattress a little. When he rested over her legs, his dark eyes watched her curiously. “You know i’m not that chivalrous. But I don’t mind sharing, that's as nice as i'll get,” he said with another teasing smirk pulling at his lips. When she mentioned being in full on vacation mode, he cocked his head to the side and smiled. “And I promised you no work, not for me or for you." With eyes still locked on to hers, he pulled himself forward a little more, now over her hips, his heart beat picking up as the side of his left hand briefly brushed against her thigh as he tried to steady himself. “You can do and have whatever you want this weekend, beautiful. This is about me making it up to you, remember? So don't be shy." Notes // when your first post is x10 better.. sorry! Music // do i wanna know by arctic monkeys

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It was only a matter of time before stassi got herself in over her head. her confidence always had a habit of leading her down the rabbit hole. she acted like she had everything handled and before she knew it, she was in too deep with no escape route. surely she had to know that this was a very real possibility when he had suggested this weekend. surely she knew that after a while of allowing her free range with his amex he was going to ask for something in return. surely she knew that her flirting would warrant a physical response one of these days. but now she was here, alone with levi in a beautiful penthouse hotel room, a world away from new york and she was floundering for what to do or how to react.      Levi's attention wasn't exactly unwelcome. it was with him in mind that she made sure her skirts were form fitting, that her heels were impractically high just because they made her legs look better, she leant over him purposefully to watch how hard he avoided contact, and sat on his desk instead of the chair so she could let her skirt hitch that little bit higher. who wouldn't want the attention of an incredibly handsome, extremely rich man? especially one 10 years her senior. there was definitely something sexy about an older man, a married man, there was something thrilling about the idea of sneaking around the office with the secret of knowing how he kissed or what he looked like with his shirt off. but now that she was presented with the opportunity, could she take it? or would she chicken out?      Maybe it was the champagne she'd had on the flight, or just her nerves bubbling up, but she couldn't help but giggle at his advances, there was no second guessing, or misunderstanding his advances now. he was hovering over her, teasing smirk on his lips, implying they share the master bed, calling her beautiful, telling her not to be shy about having him 'make it up to her'. honestly, she couldn't even remember why he did have to make it up to her, she could barely make out her own thoughts over her heart pounding in her chest. she wanted to say something sexy, something charming and caviller... instead she giggled like a school girl. his fingertips brushed her bare thigh and her skin pebbled, she bit down on her lip to try and quell her nervous laughter and tried to smile up at him instead. her bravado faltered, her former hubris wilting slightly, as she stopped making demands and seemed to question even her own feelings. "i'm not shy... ?" she tried to make it sound like a statement but her nervous inflection made it come out more like a question. "how about some room service?" she followed with hastily. part of her didn't want him to move, part of her wanted him to act and take the decision out of her hands, another part of her needed space, needed to distract him so she could gather herself. "order something fancy and expensive," she teased, gaining some more of her confidence back "we need some drinks, like some wine. oh and some caviar!"      notes idek know what i'm talking about anymore      music nothing