LUCA Take her. Then let her go. "Why are you smiling at me like that?" "How can I look at you and not smile." I tilt my head and stare at her black channel dress that is bare at the shoulder and her blonde hair that falls at perfect curls around her shoulders and the golden lightening of the hall for making her glow the more. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress." She place her elbows on the table and press her face against her folded palms. "Yes, but I'd love to hear it again." I lean my back against my seat. "You look very..." I pause and stare at all the exposed skin. Fuckable. "... beautiful in that dress." "I never knew somewhere this magnificent exists in this city." Lily eyes flies across the hall to the large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold table covering and black china, to the gold trimming dangling on the walls to the thousands personalities and dozens of maids serving tables. The dinner is indeed luxurious, it is not what Smith
LILYLast night, I did the most unbelievable thing, making out with Luca in a parking lot, and I absolutely loved it. I didn't cry myself to sleep last night; instead, I relived the entire experience over and over again in my head. It was amazing. This weekend, I'm home alone. My parents traveled for a conference and took Isabella with them because, well, they didn't know I was staying home. The plan was to travel with Tiffany to London for the music and dance festival, but we couldn't get any tickets, and at the very last minute, which was this morning, West bought two tickets and Tiffany chose to go with him over me, so now I'm stuck home watching a scary horror movie, which I hate.I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with my feet on the couch, my knee pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapping around it. My body is shaking, the haunting music from the movie filling the whole house, and to make matters worse, all the bulbs are off, so I'm sitting in the dark living room
LILYIt didn't take Luca up to an hour before returning. "Pack your bags." He orders as he storms into the living room. "We. Are. Going. To. London.""No way!" I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and blowing tiny kisses across his face. I stop and stare at him. "But wait. We don't have a flight ticket."Luca groans. "What do I own a private jet for?""You're so sweet." He frowns. "Only for you."It didn't take long for us to head into the jet. It was until the plane took off and we were half way across the coast before my panic mode was activated. Why was Luca being so nice to me after I just witnessed him murdering four men? How did he manage to get tickets for the event on such short notice? Wait, he never even told me he got tickets. I didn't call Tiffany or my mom to tell them who I'm with or where I am. Luca has been on his laptop since the start of this flight, making communications with unknown persons. What if we're not going to London but somewhere else?...Can
LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed. I lift my elbow from the ground and raise my body, but I'm kneeling before him like a peasant while he is seated on his royal throne. He took me by the wall like a common slut. I slowly undo his buckle under his watchful eagle eyes. I unzip the pants and pull it down, leaving it to fall in a puddle at his feet. His boxer falls next, and I'm out of breath. This man is a boner. I'm a little scared too. How did I expect him to fit in with me? He is perfect. His thick, long, veiny cock stands at attention, already dripping
LILY Luca is rushing down the stairs, his head bent as his fingers hurrily do his zipper. A woman comes running after him; her hair is messy, her dress is crumpled, her skin is flushed, and her makeup is ruined. His lips are swollen; I can't tell if it's from the kiss we shared or from the kiss he shared with the woman clinging to his side. His hair is tousled—he even let her touch his hair. The moment he notices me, he stops dead in his tracks, and I can see the guilt clearly written in his eyes. They had sex. But Why? My first instinct is to run away, but knowing Luca, he will never run after me to seek me out. It's too beneath him. There's a familiar ache growing in my throat. I push it back. I won't cry. Not here, not now. Not over him again. I won't cry. The woman pushes at him, willing him to continue moving, but he doesn't bulge; his eyes are still on me. The woman looks between us, and I recognize her—the same girl that shamelessly threw herself at him at the beach. So
LILY"No.""Did your girlfriend cheat on you?""No.""Did your girlfriend..."No. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm gay.""Oh. Oh. Oh." He is still staring at me. Really, that's all. I have nothing else to say. He looks away from me, and a frown turns down his lip. I think I may have hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."He looks back at me, and a wide, beautiful smile curves his lips. He squeezes my hands. "I know." He picks up his glass and continues sipping."Can I have a taste?""Are you old enough to drink?""Yes. I bet we're the same age. I'm 19." I stare him down."I like you; you're also a liar." He laughs. "I'm nineteen, but you're not nineteen." He empties the content of his glass and sets it down."Oh, I didn't get your name.""That's because you don't care." There's a hint of amusement in his voice, so I know he is not mad. "Andy." He stretches out his hands, and I take it."Lily."He glances at the watch wrapped around his wrist, stretching his hands and standin
LILYThe mall is crowded with people, mostly young girls shopping. I start walking to the clothes rack when Luca pulls my arm, causing me to bounce on his chest. He drags me to the escalator; we take it to the second floor. We make a branch to the left, then pass a few series of sections until we stop in front of an opened door leading to a room. Luca enters in, and I follow him. My eyes grow wide with the sight of penises and vaginas of different sizes and openings, vibrators and all other sex objects, and many many x-rated posters. An adult shop in the mall. How did Luca know of it? No doubt he's been here more times than a priest embarks on pilgrimage. Luca is watching me. My eyes are fixed on a really large male organ hanging on the wall in a transparent pack. I immediately dart my eyes eastwards, but everything I see is penis. Dick. Cock. I bend my head in embarrassment, my entire body blazing bed."You didn't seem shy when you were sucking my cock like an ice cream last night."
LILYAfter a round of attempting ten very indecent questions, I failed. I'm sure my failure is enough to prove to Luca that I didn't have sex with Andy, or, as he likes to put it, fuck Andy. I'm as vaginal as a nun, but not for long because this coming weekend is my 18th birthday and I'm entering age 18 as a woman.I have proven the whole point to Luca. Why do I still have to buy and, most importantly, wear the vibrators?Tiffany and West left us a long time ago; ever since they hit it last night, they have sneaking around and stealing little moments together. I won't be surprised if I find them making out under the escalator. It really takes just one time to unleash the beast. We still haven't talked about her experience, my mom hasn't called to check on me, and most especially Luca is still acting suspiciously and not offering any information about the men I watched him murder in my living room.But right now Luca is pushing me to the counter so that I can complete my bet. I stamp m
LILY"Your grades are so poor and your attendance is slacking behind; if you keep this up, Lily, you won't graduate...blah blah blah." Mrs. Patricia's lips move up and down in a funny way.That is all the counselor has been saying since she called me into her office this morning. I raise my hands up to say something, but she signals me to remain quiet. I bit my lips in, while my fingers drum unconsciously on my thighs, and my eyes dart across the small office."Lily!" Mrs. Patricia snaps her fingers in my face."Oh." I jolt back to reality.What was she saying now?"Now, what are you waiting for?""What? Oh, is it time for me to go?" I carry my bag and start standing."Oh, it's not time for you to go everywhere. Sign the papers before you."Taking my seat, I look down on the desk, flipping the pages of the documents. "What are these?"The counselor adjusts her glasses. "An undertaking of good behavior. You will not miss your classes or any test henceforth."Is this school thing by for
LILY"Go, I'm coming behind you.""No, we were going together.""Oh. No." I shake my head and try to push Luca to move out of my room."Your mom already knows that I slept over." Luca sticks his hands into his pocket and gives me the bored look."What? How does she know?" He shrugs. "I bumped into her last night when I went to drink water.""Ohhh, so she thinks we're..." I am unable to complete my statement."She thinks that we're?..." He prompts me to say more."Oh, forget it.""Say it." He moves away from the door and closer to me."That we're seeing each other." I blurt out.He strokes my jaw slowly. "Is that why you're so tensed?" He pulls me closer and rests his hands on my ass. "If it makes you any better, I told her that I slept in the guest room. And that I came around because, with Smith's arrest and everything that is going on, you two deserve to feel safe and not vulnerable."I gulp. "Thank you." I try to pull away. "Now, you can go."He tilts his head to the side, studyin
LILY"It's all my fault I'm so stupid.""Nothing is your fault, Lily." Tiffany wraps her arms around me. "Should I get you water?" She stands up and starts heading for the kitchen. "You're stressing too much." "No, I don't want water." I snap. "This is all my fault; if I had not posted that picture on social media, none of this would have happened."Tiffany folds her wrist on her waist and stares at me. "You don't know that for sure.""Of course I do; that is what the officers said at the station; that document that I posted was given to my father in confidence to be kept private. Guilt was eating me alive in that station; that is the reason I had to run out of there and back to my home. Will my father be sentenced to prison?"Tiffany doesn't answer. I know her silence means yes. I rub my puffy eyes. "He can't be punished; it's all my fault."Tiffany sits in front of me. "You know no one knows you posted that photo online besides the two of us.""I used one of my fake profiles; they
LILY"What is the meaning of this?" My mom yells at me, mirroring my shocked expression."Eh... I was just...""Is this what you do when I'm out?" My dad barks angrily.I look down on my body to discover that the sheet is properly covering my body and my hands are still in my pajamas top, so it doesn't look suspicious. I almost thought they had walked in on me doing something stupid. So what are they talking about now?"You took my car that was neat and clean to school without my permission, and you brought it back looking like an accident victim."Oh, that's what he's talking about. I breathe a sigh of relief and look around. "Dad you make my car impossible to drive without my permission; you also froze my account.""You needed a little punishment and a reminder that you can't always get what you want. If you try to pull another crazy stunt, I will ground you." My dad paces around; he's shoulder looks so heavy as if he is carrying the problems of the whole world on it. "A lot of thin
LILY I don't know why I sneaked into the house through the backdoor; it's not like my dad didn't hear me drive in and couldn't see his meeting to scold me for my bad behavior, but somehow I feel good for doing it. Instead of taking the turn to my room, something snaps in me, and I take the turn to my dad's study. I'm dying of curiosity to know what's going on. I rest my ears against the door, trying to listen. But all I hear are incoherent muffled noises that make no sense. I can tell they are having an argument or some kind of confusion; everybody is talking at the same time. Maybe something has gone horribly wrong at the firm. I recognize my dad's voice, Luca's voice. Even my mom is in there? What's going on? I lean further into the door, and I don't know when the door is opened, but next thing I know, I'm falling forward into the room, but instead of falling into the room, I land on a heavy rock; its large form blocks my view of the room and shields me from being seen by those
LILY"Mom, what happened to my car?" I yell while entering the house and walking towards the dining room. "Why is my car suspended in the air with no wheels?"My mom turns around from the sink to face me. "Honey, your dad says that's your punishment; no car for you." There's no emotion on her face; she turns around to continue cleaning the plates with a towel."Punishment, what did I do, telling him I wanted to become a dancer?" I'm so pissed right now. Last night I caught Luca making out Mira. I kissed her to spite him. Both of them have been calling me nonstop since then, but I have refused to answer, and now my dad is punishing me for wanting to follow my passion. "Mom, you're not saying anything; you're in on this too, right?"She sighs deeply before untying the apron across her waist and hanging it on a pole. She leans her back against the sink. "Sweetheart, we just want the best for you; no parent wants their child to become a street dancer; there's no dignity in that."I chuckl
LILY My today is too dull. I have been aimlessly creating campaigns, editing content, and formulating sales speeches just to increase our company's social media reach. I yawn and run my palm across my face; I'm exhausted. My eyes scan the little cozy office where I work alone. I stop typing and take a deep breath, resting my head backwards into the chair. Cold air blows my hair from the open window behind me. I remain in the position for a while, enjoying the feel of a cold breeze on my back. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn widely. I sluggishly stand from my seat, dragging my feet across the ground in the direction of the small coffee maker. I turn it on and prepare a dark, bitter, and very hot coffee. Returning to my seat, I sip it slowly. I place the mug on the desk and pick up my phone. I swipe over to notifications and messages, but there's nothing new, especially not from who I'm anticipating, Luca. I sigh in frustration before throwing the phone back on the desk. I mis
Luca Lily is never this late. I glance at my wristwatch impatiently. "It's 4:00pm already." I mutter under my breath. Sitting on the bed, I stamp my feet on the floor to prevent me from pacing. I slide to the texting app on my phone and view the last message I sent to her. There's no reply, but she never replies. She just shows up. I click on her number and dial it again; it doesn't ring. The network provider says it's not reachable. Fuck!! Maybe she's at Tiffany's. I dial Tiffany's number. She answers on the first ring. "Hey Tiffany, is Lily with you?" There's a long pause on the other line. I think I may have lost her. I stand to my feet and start pacing. "Tiffany, are you still with me?" "Yes. Yes. Lily is not with me." Another long pause. "She's not with you?" I rake my fingers through my hair. "No, she's not." I stop pacing and lean against the wall, drumming my fingers on the wall. "Do you know if she's still at her workplace?" "It's already two hours past her closing tim
LILY I'm sitting on the grass in the park watching children play games with their parents cheering them on. Some children are dancing and running around and taking pictures, and every moment looks like a dance move. The parents rallying around their kids are a mocking reminder to me that I lack love and support. "Hey, can I join you?" I look up to find a young girl standing in front of me. She's wearing a very short skirt and cropped top; she looks older than me, maybe 21 or so. She smiles and shifts her brown hair from her face. I ignore her and look away. To my surprise, she takes the spot beside me, brushing her bare thighs against mine and sending signals to my body. I shift away. We sit down quiet together for a while, neither of us speaking. I'm looking at the kids playing faraway, but I'm not seeing them. From my peripheral, I can see this girl still staring at me. I absently check my phone to find out if anyone at home has called to check on me. My phone is buzzing; I powe