Daria
When Wilder and his butler have left with their coffee, Brooklyn comes walking back to me with her jaw slacking. Disbelief is inscribed in her appearance. She probably didn't expect me to know Wilder, the guy who she has been talking non-stop about this entire morning. Unlike me, Brooklyn watches The Dragon Throne. I suspect she has this slight crush on Wilder.
"You should have told me!" Her lips are twitching into this giddy smile, and I roll my eyes as she stalks closer. A hand lands on my shoulder, and her lips brush near my ears. She whispers saucily at me, hungry for answers. "So, are you like friends or ex-lovers? You can tell me, Daria, I know how to keep a secret."
I giggle. "We are nothing like that!"
There have been plenty of times I've caught myself playing sweet reveries of Wilder kissing me again, but I know those are only daydreams. Nothing will happen between the two of us. He is this unattainable flower at the peak of the highest mou
DariaMy first night working at The Parlor is busy. People are swarming the restaurant, ordering drinks, food, and dessert to the left and right. It's hectic and loud, with plates clattering and laughter echoing against the walls, but I've found out I'm good at waitressing.I'm excellent at remembering people's orders, and I smile every time I meet someone new. A family already complimented me for taking my sweet time with their shy daughter. She ordered her food in this quiet voice from behind her menu. I showed her great patience without uttering a word, which her parents found astounding.They immediately spoke to my boss, telling her I'm worth keeping around.Besides that achievement, I've also learned most tricks in the book on the fly, like asking people if they want dessert or recommending a unique wine that suits their meat. Brooklyn is a natural at what she does, and I'm trying to be her golden star student.After serving yet another table
Daria The night is passing slowly. I'm sitting by the bar, enjoying my break, while glancing at Wilder's table. The blonde girl is hugging his bicep with both her arms tightly knit around it—who is she? I heard someone in their company call her Evelyn. Gosh, even her name sounds like a daydream. She is way prettier than me and probably an actress. The woman has that slim body that says I-count-every-single-calorie-that-I-eat, and I realize it's none of my business who Wilder flirts with, but come on, he gave me a phone! How fast do these actors move on? Irritated, I keep slurping on my coca-cola with a straw until finally, a door opens and reveals the dancefloor. Jessica, the woman who pushed me the salver earlier, smiles at me from behind the counter. I wouldn't say I liked Jessica at first, but the woman is growing on me. She takes the job seriously, and after having seen me in action, she decided I was worthy of her respect. "You've
DariaAfter I've drenched the blonde girl's hair in vodka, I take a step back to observe the damage I've done. She is fuming, glaring at me with those painstakingly beautiful eyes.Funny how her hair is blonde and angelic, yet she resembles something fallen, like a demon, more than she does an angel. Her eyelashes are glued together, not framing her eyes any longer, and her hair is sticking to her makeup-smeared cheeks. Black lines are running down the sides of her face, bringing life to the bitter blue in her irises.She is beautiful on the outside, but the same can't be said for her soul."Do you know what you've just done?!" She is yelling at me in this cruel voice with her eyes sparkling flames of war. "You've given me a perfect reason to have you fired! You're such a useless and ugly waitress! And the irony of you calling me a bitch is uncanny! You're shit in my eyes, do you hear me?! Absolute dog shit!"Tears are prickling behind my eyelids,
DariaKissing Wilder must be how experiencing drugs must feel. No matter how much I steal under his shirt and lean into his warm lips, I can't get enough of this man. His skin is boiling, and my palm glides along with his rippling muscles, squeezing his carved cobblestone abs.Gosh, he is so sexy I think I'm going to die.His dark suit is tight, trying to keep me from reaching up to his chest, but I'm stubborn. My hand travels higher, poking the hardened nipple on his juicy pectoral muscle, and Wilder holds deathly still, shivering when I touch him with more demand.Playing with the little nub of his nipple with my thumb turns me on, and I'm forced to swallow down a moan. Cautiously, I lift my eyes to Wilder's face, realizing he enjoys this.Wilder is panting into my face as if I'm delivering him equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and I press down hard until Wilder stumbles forward with a choked cry. Those eyes are on mine, and I hold my breath, w
WilderI'm in complete shambles when I get home, shaking as I'm thoughtlessly removing my clothes in the shower. I forgot to take them off before entering the stream, and now hot water is pouring over me, raining over my shoulders yet doing nothing to remove the tingles, the remembrance of Daria's lips on my skin.My heart is beating like I've spent the entire day at the gym when, in reality, all it took to set my body on fire was a woman.I change the temperature to cold, hissing with my eyes closed as the streams hit my flushed cheeks."Daria Withers..." Her mere name on my tongue wrecks me and sends me down memory lane.I'm assaulted by flashing images of Daria's emerald eyes, creamy skin, and perfect, pink nipples standing on full mast against my tongue. My knees buckle, and I'm forced to stretch out an arm and lean against the tiles not to tipple over. I'm already wrapped around that woman's finger, and she probably doesn't even realize it yet
Daria I feel like a complete failure when I sink my head into the pillow to rest. I've lost my job, and I don't know who else will hire me. Money is needed if I wish to survive, and I hardly think any other place has a salary as high as the one The Parlor promised me. I close my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance when Wilder's gorgeous face pops up into my head. He took my virginity, and now my heart won't stop pounding when I think of his name. My emotions are pathetic because Wilder won't chase me now that I've given him what he wanted. Sex he had to fight for was probably the only carrot why he flirted with me. I'm probably the only woman who didn't lie down in a ready-to-be-fucked position when he looked my way. Suddenly, there are voices on the other side of the paper-thin wall, two men fighting with each other as the sirens of a police car sound in the background. Loud footsteps shake the floor, and I glare at the wall. Elisabeth s
DariaLoud banging sounds from my door, waking me up from my slumber with drool still slipping down my chin. My dark hair is a bird's nest on top of my head, and one eyelid is stuck close as I make it to the door like a zombie, only wearing an oversized t-shirt."Daria?" Wilder's voice cuts through my morning confusion after I've unlocked the door. "I'm coming in!"I step back, and by the time the door opens, I'm so nervous and unsure of how to behave that I freeze. The epitome of male beauty steps inside my humble home, glancing around until landing on me.Wilder tilts his head back to see me better and comes inside without withdrawing from our interlocked gaze. Despite his otherwise gym-rat appearance, he is wearing a business suit this morning and looks rather formal and collected in it."Good morning," A half-smile, one that isn't sure how to greet me, takes the toll on his lips."Morning," I fold my arms underneath my chest, hoping it w
DariaI'm not even watching The Dragon Throne. My sole attention is on the veiny, delicious chords running up Wilder's bronzed arm. His sleeves are crawling up further up his arm every time he chuckles at the TV screen, and I try to steady my breathing, steal a glimpse of his face.He isn't watching me.Then maybe I can get in a more comfortable position without him giving me shit for it?My hand press against the swelling of his right pec, and I inhale, too aware of his left arm pinned against my back. I melt into him, let the scent of his skin linger in my nose. It feels so intimate, resting my cheek against his chest and listening to his flickering heartbeat.I can see this as something couples would do every night before going to bed together. And I briefly play a sweet reverie of telling Wilder the truth, that I'm possibly dying. The words are at the tip of my tongue.But I remind myself this isn't a fairy tale, and neither do I want to
Daria I gap at Killian with blinking eyes, whispering. "You were my first crush! The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth!" Killian snorts and then throws a fit of laughter. He seems massively amused by my statement. "The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth? And wait, I was your first crush? Really? You weren't into someone famous like the rest of us?" Snorting, I shake my head. "No, you were my first crush! I'm not lying!" "I don't believe you!" Killian's lips are tightly knit in a smile. "You're only saying that to make me happy, and it's working, but I rather not have you lie to me, Daria!" "Killian, I'm not lying to you!" I slap his shoulder in excitement, smiling until I swear my face is about to break from nostalgia. "I used to lie down on my back late at night when the other nuns were sleeping, and then I would remember that sexy voice and touch myself—I came hard every goddamn time!" My words ar
DariaThe first time Killian open his eyes is on a Tuesday. His eyes flit through the room, and I drop a flower vase, staring at him until those familiar eyes once more close.At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the next time Killian opens his eyes, there are doctors there. He can barely talk and open his mouth without a sound coming out.But there is intelligence in Killian's eyes, a type of remembrance, and the doctors tell me he will need to learn how to walk, talk and eat again after so many weeks in a coma.Those words fill me with even more hope because I had it even when he wasn't awake. Now I'm always giddy, and when I'm left alone with Killian, I'm almost bursting from the seams.I take a seat next to his bed, and a small smile curls his lips. His blue eyes scan my face, and I giggle—I'm so bubbly."Good morning," I say, barely able to contain myself. I want to jump the man, plant kisses all over his face. "How are you?
DariaI'm holding Killian's hand. It's been days, and he still hasn't opened up his eyes, but the flowers in his vase are exchanged. I thought yellow daisies would suit him and plucked some from outside."The yellow color makes me happy," I'm speaking, hoping Killian can hear my voice even with his severe head trauma. His room is filled with flowers from various fans, but mine are the ones on the table. "And even though you've received more expensive flowers from your fans and Wilder, I think you would prefer the ones directly taken from the street."I glance down at his long, dark eyelashes, fanned out over his cheeks as he breathes. Without meaning to, I shed a tear but immediately tell myself to brighten up. I squeeze his hand and peer out through the window behind his hospital bed.For days, I've cuddled up to his lifeless body when no one has been watching. My soul misses him, so I talk with him as if he can hear me, not caring if I'm mad. I brush hi
DariaWhen I wake up from surgery, I can tell something is wrong. There is a knot inside my chest that won't go away. No matter how hard I try to tackle my worries away, it's gnawing me alive.Now isn't the first time I open my eyes—I've done it twice already but fallen straight asleep after a few breaths. My limbs are tired and heavy, feeling like they belong to someone above the age of eighty and not a woman still in her early twenties.I glance to my left and right, tilting my head when I'm faced with the hesitant smile of Brooklyn. She doesn't look happy to see me, more like she is sheltering a secret, and now it's evident that something is wrong.My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I suck in a deep breath, asking myself twice if I'm ready to hear the answer to my question. I don't know why, but I think Brooklyn's response will break me from within."What has happened?" I ask her, entirely serious. I'm not wearing a smile or even cele
KillianThe day I've feared for has come, and every minute seems like an entire year.Daria is getting prepared for surgery. There is a heavy cloud hanging low over my head, raining and making the scene seem grey. If anyone can survive this operation, then it's Daria. Yet, I'm still worried and barely slept tonight.I held on to Daria for dear life, holding her close until she eventually fell asleep to the beating of my heart. It was sweet, but I regret not telling her how much I love her.I'm a weakling for not being able to say it. My brain seems to believe losing her won't be as painful if I haven't spoken the words burning at the tip of my tongue.I love her so much.I need her.I want a future with her.Why are those things so hard to put into words?I stare down at the floor, inhaling deeply at my phone acting up again. Ava hasn't left me alone all day. She sold the story about me dating Daria to the media without
DariaMy current state can only be described as pain. It's as if the blood in my veins has been replaced with lead, and every movement leaves me feeling exhausted. My head is a fuzzy cloud of migraine, and every breath that I take seems forced.I'm so tired.My eyelids are extremely heavy, barely open when Killian storms into the hospital. His hair is a pure mess, and his disguise has been thrown out the window. There isn't a fake beard, only his gorgeous face and widened eyes I'm met with—gosh, I want to kiss that face.The first thought that enters my head is "beautiful" because there is no better word to describe the man before me. Inside and out. The man has a heart of gold, and when his arms wrap around me, it gets a little easier to breathe.I love this man so much. Please, god, make him stay by my side. I need him right now, his humor, laughter, and incredible light pouring out from his soul with every octave spoken from his mouth.
Killian When I wake up the following day, the loss of Daria's warm body by my side is the most obvious. Part of why I went to bed with a smile is the fact that I knew I could cuddle her in the morning. Did she change her mind about us and leave me? Why? Everything was so perfect with her yesterday, and the sex was amazing. Dread circles around my chest, making it harder to breathe, until the bedroom door opens and Daria walks in. She carries a tray with orange juice stacked on top. There is also fruit, toast, yogurt, and bacon, and I stare at her smiling, rosy face. "I made us breakfast!" She announces, beaming at me. Beyond surprised, I sit up in bed, taking the tray from her hands as she climbs back into bed. "Gosh, it's cold in here!" She shudders vocally and pulls the thick blanket over her thin, milky legs, digging her frail shoulders into the large pillow behind her that seems to swallow her. Beautiful, emerald ey
Daria I can already tell that having sex with Killian tonight will be much different from our first time. His lips are more demanding, while his eyes are kinder, more receptive to what I want. It's like we are dancing, moving in rhythm while making out with each other. Killian is above me, pinning me to the bed with his sheer weight. His biceps, each one far thicker than any of my body parts, are on full display, bulging as he moves to nibble at my neck. "Your scent is so delicious, sweet like nectar." I tip my head back, inhaling in surprise when he presses his warm tongue against my skyrocketing pulse, kissing a rugged trail down to my naked, full breasts. He adds more pressure once he is there, licking my nipple until I'm squirming underneath his tongue. I'm desperately trying to put one leg over the other to fight the pulsating going on between my legs. I'm so turned on. A moan slips out through my lips, and I heat to a mil
DariaKillian's apartment is downright luxurious, with a new white couch that makes me worry I'm dirtying it by simply sitting in its corner. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling above us, and his loud TV takes up the entire wall. The big man has spoiled me too—his antique coffee table is filled with bowls: popcorn, dip, and chips are all there, tempting me.Yet I'm perfectly happy with the hot chocolate in my hands. I'm blowing on it while trying to focus on the documentary about sharks we are watching rather than pay notice to my fluttering nerves.Killian is munching on popcorn. He fills his entire paw with buttery treats, and my cheeks redden at the crunching sound that I'm paying way too much attention to—I'm super conscious around him, probably because I like him so much.Will he notice if I steal a glance?I cautiously glance to my left, then quickly sip on my chocolate with my heart turning savage. One look at that gorgeous face,