*Alexis*The moment when I thought history was to repeat herself. The moment where all the walls I had built and all the memories I had tried to block, became one hell of a train wreck. The moment I felt his hands rubbing my inner thighs moving to my ladyhood, I heard a gunshot. Elijah fell on the floor, blood running from his head. That's when I felt the drops of blood that stained my face. Some of them running down my cheeks like tears. I just stood there in complete shock. My head was a bit dizzy and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, so I stood there looking the life draining off the body before me. "Princess" I heard him. He was standing at the door with a gun in his hand. Dropping my eyes to it, I felt a shiver down my spine. He noticed my attention on his gun and he threw it away knowing that it scared me. "Princess, are you okay?" He approached me, he was worried I wouldn't talk. He hadn't got used to me not talking back. I just stood ther
*Alexis*The sweat running down my face, the heat spreading across my body with every punch. I punched hard the bag in front of me causing to move quickly. Before it could recover from the punch I gave, I was going for another. I was absorbed by my thoughts and my feelings. Well, one feeling, anger. I was angry. I was furious. How could I let this happen to me again? How could I have cried in front of him? Why did I show weakness? He must think I'm some pathetic little girl who can't defend herself and awaits for her prince in shinning armor. Damn it, Alexis! I thought you were strong but the minute your guards lowered you run into his hug. Maybe he doesn't think you're pathetic for sure, but I do. I hit the punching hardest than ever before as this thoughts clouded my head. It fell on the ground making an echoing noise which everyone noticed. I stood there, everybody looking at me. My dad approached me. He came in for a hug but I stopped him and exited the gym. I started running dow
*Alexis*The ride was silent. I had questions about the where and why but I didn't bother asking him. Looking out the window I distracted myself. The tall skyscrapers dancing with the orange and red colours of the sunset. Sunset in New York was breathtaking. Even though that took away some of my frustration, I was still nervous for some bizarre reason and that caused to let out sigh. The moment the breath left my mouth, I felt those blue orbes on me again. They were trying to trace any kind of unpleasant emotion so that they would pose the right question. Examining me for a while, the car got slower. He placed a hand on my thigh which dropped immediately my glare on him and let me know that we had arrived. Before standing imposingly it was a massive building. It must had like over 60 floors as my eyes never made out the top of it. I turned to him with a questioning glare. He was waiting this kind of reaction. "Welcome, to my home" He pointed at the top of the building. A penthouse,
*Zayn*Seeing walking to the elevator, I knew I had fucked this whole meeting up. Even though, the best thing I could have done was to let her leave, I was too selfish. I wanted her to open up to me, I wanted her to trust me, I wanted her to see me differently. Pushing the button of the elevator, she waited for the doors to open. As she boarded, I realized she wouldn't think it twice and change her mind so I went after her. Her eyes were close and she was facing the elevator mirror, knowing she couldn't deal with me now. After she took some deep breaths she proceeded to see why the elevator wasn't moving. Turning around, her eyes wide open this time, she starred at me and took a step back. Her eyes were starting to tear up. I could see the pain behind those beautiful eyes. Taking a step back, she rested her head on the mirror leaning back. Her neck exposed, I felt the urge to come closer. "Please, Zayn...." She muttered her voice nearly escaping her mouth. We didn't exchange much w
Where the fuck...? What happened? Oh shit!We fucked. Well far better than talking about my mental problems which I have no intentions explaining. Opening my eyes, I observed the room around me. My clothes were on the floor. Bra on the nightstand and panties..... Where the fuck are my panties? I gently looked under the covers only to find nothing. Turning to his side I saw him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, calm and harmless. Nothing like him. That's when I saw it. My panties were hanging off the light. Entangled in those crystals. How the fuck? Did this become a fucking circus? My memories were still blur but I could sense that what had happened here was extremely inappropriate but so lustful. I stood up reaching for it quietly. The best thing right now was to get the hell out of here and to arrive at court in time. Right! I had court today in one hour. Splendid! Grabbing my belongings I exited the bedroom and locked the door. He has a phone let him call someone to open the doo
I unlocked the door before he could reach me and entered the house. My house was a representative of who I was. Chic, classy, elegant and sophisticated yet mysterious and spicy in all the right spots. I didn't need someone let along a man to tell what I already knew. I threw my keys on the kitchen's counter and went for my living room. Ignoring him completely, I took off my heels and placed them carefully beside the couch. Once I reached the couch, I reached for my whiskey bottle and two glasses. I turned to him and he nodded affirmatively. Pouring the liquid into the glass with my one hand, I let my hair down with the other. When I looked him over my shoulder, he was already smirking at me. Drinking in all my features.Taking his hands out of his pockets, he sat closely to me. With a slight smile, I moved away a bit and before he could say anything nasty, perverted or sexual, I shoved his drink on his hand. He chuckled, taking a sip. "I almost missed a trial today" I said, gettin l
Sleeping in his hands, cuddling with him on the floor with nothing but a blanket was something I haven't done in a longtime since my last relationship. It didn't end well and I promised myself I wouldn't do that shit anymore. But Zayn resurrected a part of myself that I had long thought it was dead. My romantic hopelessness side which was the least to say annoying. I couldn't let him know though. Not yet. Not when I didn't know if he wasn't going to leave....His hand caressing gently my arm and his fingers drawing sketches on my skin, I left out a sigh. His hand stopped and wrapped around my waist. I knew he had heard me when his other hand touched my chin. He raised it so that his eyes can meet mine. Those beautiful blue ocean eyes that had me speechless every time. He placed a kiss on my forehead and leaned back, trying to fall asleep. I curled onto his chest and hugged himtightly. Again resulting in being intoxicated by his perfume. This smell was mysterious and calming like the
And I was back to that shithole that I used to call home before we moved to New York with my dad. The memories flooded my mind and roaming through them I didn't find one just one memory that wasn't filled with pain. Good or bad, my heart ached remembering the pathetic little girl I was. Hanging on everyone's but mine. That's how my mother molded me. I loved her unconditionally for trying to protect me from the world and hated her whole-heartedly for the same reason. And there I was... Crying on the couch of our living in my black dress. I was only a kid and I had no mother. My mother was now laying six feet under the ground. And I cried my eyes out. I cried until the pain from my heart was replaced with an unbearable lack of sleep and a headache which caused me to faint in the middle of the living room. Seeing my childish body lying on the floor, I knew this wasn't real. But how did I get here...I can't remember... I tried opening my eyes to shut those memories away, I tried to h
Hello my beautiful darlings! Thank you all for showing that much love on my first book EVER! It has been quite the ride writing it and reading your comments and I must say you guys made my boring school nights much more interesting. I felt obligated to explain my choice to end the story in such a way. Through personal experience I have learned that love is one of the most heartbreaking and painful feelings a human can ever experience because it leaves you powerless and vulnerable to a possible destruction. And that's the beauty of it of course, the beauty of living the journey no matter the destination, a journey that consumes you and scars you forever. It is difficult to find the right person with which you will click and feel as if at home. The person who you will not feel ashamed being yourself. The person who will encourage you to own who you are, all your dark parts. Your soulmate. Most of the times people don't get to find this person while they are alive and end up searchi
*Alexis*"I know, baby. But what can I say? I will see you soon though. Take care of Ryan and yourself. Love you. Bye!" I have just arrived in Italy. No suitcase, no baggages, just my purse and that smile that is plastered on my face. I was talking with Jonathan and I know it was horrible lying to him but I couldn't tell him the truth. Maybe it was selfish but... Walking out of the airport to the lobby room where people were expecting their beloveds ones, I saw a man holding a card with my name on it. I approached him and he escorted me to the black SUV which was parked outside. Two other cars following us packed with men."Your protection miss Alessandro." He confirmed while I was putting my seatbelt on. I hadn't changed my last name, didn't want to and fortunately Jonathan was okay with that. Only if he knew the reason... The reason that to this day is that only one man would have the luxury of doing that. And I would adore the way it would sounded. Alexis Valentine. "You have a s
*10 years later* *Alexis and Zayn have broken up and they haven't spoken since then* *Alexis*"Jonathan!" I called from where I stood in the kitchen. He rushed into the room, approaching me. It was currently 8AM in the morning and we were all preparing for work and school. Me and Jonathan are now married and we have a beautiful six year old son named Ryan. Those two boys saved me from waiting that promise to be fulfilled and do nothing else with my life. Now they are my life. "Can you pick Ryan up from school today? I have a conference meeting and I will be late." I said putting some coffee in my mouth. "Sure, my love." He wrapped a hand around my waist, stealing a kiss from me. "You're beautiful." He kissed me once again, before the little devil stepped into the kitchen. "Ewww don't." Ryan screamed and we laughed backing away from each other. "You know you're lucky you're not old enough to teach you how babies are made." Jonathan took himinto his arms, lifting him up. I chuckl
*Zayn*"The Italian mafia is grateful for your help, Ivan." I patted his shoulder and he chuckled taking a sip of his scotch. It had been a while since I had last seen Alexis and my eyes trailed off to the room searching for her. When I had gone over it twice and didn't find her... my heart started racing. I excused myself fromthe conversation and eased my nervousness with optimistic thoughts such as the possibility of her being in the ladies room or sleeping upstairs in our room. I hoped but hopes never truly match the raw character of reality. I saw my step mother entering the ball room, the colour on her face to was drained away. Her eyes going over the people in the room, searching for someone when they eventually landed on me. Swallowing, her eyes were deprived of the light that dominated them earlier. Something was wrong. I walked rapidly towards while she remained immobile, not having the power to move. "Mama..." I called her. Once I had reached her, she dragged me away fr
*Zayn*"Zayn!" Luciana squealed throwing her arms around me. She took me into a tight hug and I felt Alexis tensing at our proximity from behind. My Princess cleared her throat and remained silent, having trust in me. She trusted me. And I-I didn't know how to trust her with this. I didn't know how to trust that she wouldn't leave me after finding out. "Hey Luciana." I coughed, breaking the hug and taking a step back so that there was some distance between us. Luciana furrowed her eyebrows at my slight nervousness looking behind me to the goddess sitting by the bar next to my dad. "Who is she?" Her voice softened and her smile faded away replaced with an expression of confusion. "She is..." I let out a breath, rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers. "My girlfriend." Luciana's eyes widened in surprise. I wasn't the one to date. I didn't at least before I met my princess. "Zayn, I thought we had agreed not to-" She was about to finish her sentence and I shook my head interr
*Alexis*The next thing I know... I'm drowned in an ocean of fabrics, jewelry, shoes, lipsticks and different haircuts. All offered to me by the stylist team that Zayn had assigned for my preparing for the ball the following week. The days passed in the most exciting way, I must admit. And the dress who was exclusively made for me and only me was breathtaking and one of a kind. Zayn hadn't seen me in it and he wasn't about to until the ball night. The castle boomed with life. People from all the walks of life occupying the corridors. All of them doing their duty and making sure the ball room would look out of this world. And when I visited it the morning before the ball, my jaw was on the floor. The work that had been done was perfect. Simple perfection. The theme of the ball was 'the touch of darkness', mysterious and luxurious the ball awaited for its guests.The evening before the ball was a beautiful mess. I was on chair for more than three hours. Makeup and hair, it was a war of
*Alexis*He was right when he said he knew exactly the place for this occasion. A beautiful restaurant, famous for its delicious pasta all over the city of Rome. Its ambiance was leaking with romance and I could see the place being only occupied by couples. Arriving to the restaurant, the waiter led us to the table. Zayn had asked for aVIP one who had great view over the city. Rome unfolding before our eyes was a breathtaking sight. After some time that we had sat down, a waitress approached our table. A smile on her as she welcomed us to the restaurant. Her gaze though as she handed us the menus was glued on Zayn and he politely smiled back at her thanking her. "I'm Alisha." Her eyes never leaving Zayn, even though I coughed trying to get her attention. "And I will be your waitress for tonight." She continued, her eyes examining him, tracing his face then lowering to his neck. "Do you want some time to decide? I can make some suggestions if you'd like?" She reached to Zayn's menu,
*Alexis*Once the plane landed, Zayn guided me to the Ferrari waiting outside. No chauffer, just the two of us. And after the mess that we made on that plane, the feathers of the pillows still lingering over my hair, I preferred it that way. Having never been in Italy, I was completely in the hands of Zayn which excited me and terrified me at the same time. He scared me in the car when he joked about us being followed and having to drive through the forest right in the sea to survive. I elbowed him in the ribs, shutting that wicked laugh of his down, even though seeing his Adam's apple moving up and down was eternally enjoyable. He didn't tell me the exact location of where we were going and honestly even if he did I wouldn't understand much.Driving past old beautiful buildings, graphic passages and traditional restaurants, I realized that we were in Rome. One of the most beautiful cities in the world, hiding secrets and mysteries behind its ancient history. Taking in the beauty unfo
*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was. I was driving to her office. The sun had almost set and the sky was dressed in colors of orange and pink. The cigarette rolling on my lips offered me some mere relaxation and took slightly my mind off things. Parking before her building, I searched for any sign of Jonathan's presence but fortunately I came across nothing. Getting out of the car, I walked towards the entrance. The two security guards questioning every passenger with their glares seemed to have been informed about my arrival as their expression softened at my presence. They opened the doors