FIORA
“A month earlier”
I'm not drunk
Yes,I'm a little dizzy and lightheaded but that only because of how suffocating this club is, because if I was really drunk,I won't be able to feel this pain that is eating me from the inside out
Maybe if I drink some more i would be able to quench the fire that is threatening to burn me alive and I would be able to forget about “him”
The idiot that had just stab my heart with a dozen splinters and broken it into a million pieces
My boyfriend or rather my stupid ex, Jonathan had the audacity to cheat on me,look me in the face and tell me I meant nothing to him and that we were just a fling.i caught him in bed with the supposed “love of his life”,a blonde who snarled at me and encouraged Jonathan to kick me out of his house
“How dare they?” Moisture gathers in my eyes and I wipe it away with the back of my hand. As soon as I am able to gather myself,I'll get dad to make them both pay
Tonight is to clear my head,to forget
I sway my hips to the loud music as I lift the double shot of tequila to my mouth and slurp half of it.
I check my phone to see 10 missed calls–six from Rose and four from dad and a handful of text messages from Rose
“So??how are you and Jonathan?”
“Did he like the red dress I picked out for you?”
“Is everything okay or are you too busy to give me the deets?**winky face emoji**”
“Come on girl the suspense is killing me **begging emoji**”
“Where are you?you never ignore my calls”
“Pick up your damn phone!! I'm worried”
I reply with “i'm not okay”and “I'll explain everything when I get home” then turned off my phone to avoid further questions
I sense a presence behind me as a familiar masculine cedarwood scent hits my nostrils but when I look back,I see no one I know.
“Ugh,maybe I really am drunk”
I feel that darn loneliness again,the one that has settled so deep inside of me that I'm unable to fill it or push it out and it hurts more than anything
I’m may be in the midst of writhing bodies, upbeat music, and violet lights, but it feels like I'm floating in emptiness
“Hey pretty”
Staring down at me is one of Rose’s many club friends Dylan and some other guy whose name I can't remember.
Rose has always been the more social,fun loving friend who always drags me–kicking and screaming– to her many unholy sanctuaries when I would much rather prefer watching “Emily in Paris”all day while in bed in my PJs.
“Heyyy”I slur as I give them a seductive smile
“Why is a pretty damsel like you dancing alone?”he asks,his eyes beaming with dark lust has they skimp through my red dress that has half my tittes on display and barely covers my ass
The dress Rose picked out for that idiot Jona– forget it I'm not even gonna say his name in my own head
“Would you like to dance with me?”
“Would love to” Dancing with Dylan is probably not a good idea because he creeps me out but maybe the company of he and his friend is just what I need to get rid of this loneliness
So I glue them both to me–Dylan at my back and his friends in front and rub myself against their erections feeling them get hard all at once
Grunt and groans fill my ears and I'm enjoying the fact that they both want me, and if I let them, they’d have me at the same time.
“At least somebody wants me”
The shots keep coming in as Dylan makes sure I don't lack any till I'm so intoxicated that I can't coordinate my thoughts or movement.
We are sitting at a more secluded area of the club now that Dylan not so gently dragged me to.it smells of a mixture of weed,sex and antiseptic soap. A combination that brings nausea to the back of my throat.
“W…what are we doing here?”i slur sounding too intoxicated for my own liking
Dylan leans forward and grabs my midsection, pulling me closer to him“To finish what you started”
“Get off me”I subtly try to push him away but his strong grip tighten on my mid-section
The sound of his tut echoes around me “you think you can just dry hump me and walk away? Not happening. You're going to finish what you started, whether you want to or not."”
He sniffs my hair like the creep he is “hmm, Lavender… let's see if you taste as sweet as you smell”
“I said get off! I'll rather get hit by a truck than be your sex toy” My voice is louder this time, but it comes out slurred and shaky, lacking the power I need right now
He roughly pins me against the wall,a wicked smirk on his face “Your resistance only fuels my desire. The first time you turned me down, it made me crave you even more. But now, you’re right where I want you—and this time, there’s no Rose to come to your rescue.
I suddenly don't feel so drunk anymore
“If you don't release me at once,I will destroy you and everything you hold dear”I glare up at him, Feigning courage I don't feel “my father is a reputable lawyer and I'll make sure he locks you up for good”
He barks out a sinister laughter that send shivers down my spine “I don't give a fuck about your fucking father and there isn't a single thing he can do to me”
Panic blooms inside me. I twist harder, trying to break free, but his arms wrap around me like steel. “Stop! Let go of me!!”
My heart races, and I feel my pulse pounding in my ears as he makes his way up my thighs and rips my underwear into shreds
I have to do something to stop him,Now. I aim for his balls and hit it with my knee.he groans in pain and releases me but before I can escape he grabs me and smacks my head against the wall
“You stupid bitch,I'm gonna make you regret that”he pulls on my hair and bites my neck–hard
So hard that I'm too stunned to even speak or move and a teardrop rolls down my cheek
My head sways as my hands fall to my side,my will to fight all gone
Maybe I will forget all about it and this is just a cruel dream that I'll wake up from very soon
“Yes,that right.stay still and I won't have to hurt your sorry little cunt for too lon—”Dylan is cut short as a large hand lands on his shoulder and shoves him with such force that he lands on the other side of the room
“Touch her again, and I'll shatter every bone in your hand”
FIORAAlder saved me? I can't believe a egotistic, sadistic billionaire will ever even think of saving meFor a second I think I'm dreaming, maybe this is just my brain's way of making me forget about this cruel incident..So I blink several times to make sure this is not a hallucination but he is still here…In the flesh!Under the blue light, his eyes are blank, emotionless. So empty I'm afraid I’ll fall into their pits.Dylan scraps himself off the concrete floor“who the fuck are you to tell me what to d–”before he can finish his sentence,Alder punches him in the jaw sending him flying right back to where he got up from“Fuck off! the next time I see you anywhere near her I will not only break the bones in your fingers but I will also server them off and feed them to my dogs”“This isn't over”Dylan says before he finally exits the room“Are you okay?”Alder asks with no emotions whatsoever as he finally focuses his icy gaze on meDespite the dim light,I can still make out his feature
FIORAThe very first time I met Alder he was nothing short of an infuriating asshole.It was my very first gig as a private chef.My big break after resigning from Dad's law firm and deciding that Law was not my passion, cooking was.I was hired by the Asher Williams family to cater for a small get-together they were having in honour of Asher's birthdayUnfortunately for me,Asher is Alder's best friend and clumsy little me decided the best person to accidentally spill a drink on was him.He in turn regarded me like a naive little brat and made the entire night miserable for me.Every other person loved my food but of course Alder thought it was mediocre.He complained that my entree was too salty and my dessert too sweet,made me serve him his dish personally which was not my job by the way because the party had waiters and complained that the bouillabaisse—which I so delicately prepared–had hair in itBut spilling a drink wasn't the biggest mistake I made,it was thinking he was just lik
FIORA“Present day”NoJust No This can't be happeningSomeone wake me up from this nightmare before I lose my mindI don’t know how I end up on my knees. I don’t walk to where he fell l crawl.My vision is blind to all the people surrounding us and my ears are deafto the shouts and chaotic noise.The only sound I hear is a long buzz and the only thing I see is him and lots of redBlood redRed.Red.RedSomebody…Uncle Ricardo is applying pressure on the wound to stop more of his life essence from flowing out but it doesn't stopIt flows on and on till it forms a pool around his body ruining my wedding gown in the process but I couldn't care less,the only thing on my mind is the lifeless body before meI place my hands on his cheeks “Dad!dad!!....Open your eyes”I say between sobs “Please just open your eyes and look at me…There’s no response. I can fill his pulse under my fingers becoming weaker, his body heavier.His massive build is motionless and his skin is so pale…he looks nothin
FIORABefore I can say anything,loud footsteps approach us.My head whips up to stare at the devil still dressed in a grey suit and louboutin shoes.Darkness rolls off his shoulders like smoke crawling into my lungs.His face is a map of bruises and he has a massive black eye“You have a lot of guts to show your face here after what you've done”Eleana hisses as she turns to face Alder“Let me remind you…we're family now, and anything that involves my wife involves me too."“Don’t you dare take another step”Eleana steps in his way but she is no match for his brute strength..he pushes her with little effort and she stumbles backwards but I catch her just in time before she reaches the ground“Motherfucker! how dare you touch her!!”Uncle Ricardo raises his fist to strike Alder“I won't try that if I were you”Alder warns “unless you want to end up like your brother”“You are not going to get away with this,I will make sure you pay for ever even looking in my family's direction,see you in co
FIORAI've never liked weddings–or more specifically,small weddingsI mean what the essence of a wedding if it isn't loud and proud but this is differentThis is my wedding“You look so gorgeous mamita”my grandmother says has she watches my sister fix my veil on my head I stare at my Carolina Herrera dress in the mirror in front of me, it's simple yet elegant.The silk is soft against my skin.It has a gentle sweetheart neckline and thin straps rest on my shoulders, adding just a touch of delicacy. The skirt falls in a perfect A-line, flowing down to the floor with an easy grace and there's a small train that trails behindUnder normal circumstances,I would be overjoyed to be wearing my dream wedding dress but sadly nothing is normal about this wedding“Thank you, Abeula”I force a smile,when in fact happiness is far from what I feelRose,my best friend who was fixing my dress's train, stands up,places her hand on my shoulder and whispers “Fiora, are you
FIORABefore I can say anything,loud footsteps approach us.My head whips up to stare at the devil still dressed in a grey suit and louboutin shoes.Darkness rolls off his shoulders like smoke crawling into my lungs.His face is a map of bruises and he has a massive black eye“You have a lot of guts to show your face here after what you've done”Eleana hisses as she turns to face Alder“Let me remind you…we're family now, and anything that involves my wife involves me too."“Don’t you dare take another step”Eleana steps in his way but she is no match for his brute strength..he pushes her with little effort and she stumbles backwards but I catch her just in time before she reaches the ground“Motherfucker! how dare you touch her!!”Uncle Ricardo raises his fist to strike Alder“I won't try that if I were you”Alder warns “unless you want to end up like your brother”“You are not going to get away with this,I will make sure you pay for ever even looking in my family's direction,see you in co
FIORA“Present day”NoJust No This can't be happeningSomeone wake me up from this nightmare before I lose my mindI don’t know how I end up on my knees. I don’t walk to where he fell l crawl.My vision is blind to all the people surrounding us and my ears are deafto the shouts and chaotic noise.The only sound I hear is a long buzz and the only thing I see is him and lots of redBlood redRed.Red.RedSomebody…Uncle Ricardo is applying pressure on the wound to stop more of his life essence from flowing out but it doesn't stopIt flows on and on till it forms a pool around his body ruining my wedding gown in the process but I couldn't care less,the only thing on my mind is the lifeless body before meI place my hands on his cheeks “Dad!dad!!....Open your eyes”I say between sobs “Please just open your eyes and look at me…There’s no response. I can fill his pulse under my fingers becoming weaker, his body heavier.His massive build is motionless and his skin is so pale…he looks nothin
FIORAThe very first time I met Alder he was nothing short of an infuriating asshole.It was my very first gig as a private chef.My big break after resigning from Dad's law firm and deciding that Law was not my passion, cooking was.I was hired by the Asher Williams family to cater for a small get-together they were having in honour of Asher's birthdayUnfortunately for me,Asher is Alder's best friend and clumsy little me decided the best person to accidentally spill a drink on was him.He in turn regarded me like a naive little brat and made the entire night miserable for me.Every other person loved my food but of course Alder thought it was mediocre.He complained that my entree was too salty and my dessert too sweet,made me serve him his dish personally which was not my job by the way because the party had waiters and complained that the bouillabaisse—which I so delicately prepared–had hair in itBut spilling a drink wasn't the biggest mistake I made,it was thinking he was just lik
FIORAAlder saved me? I can't believe a egotistic, sadistic billionaire will ever even think of saving meFor a second I think I'm dreaming, maybe this is just my brain's way of making me forget about this cruel incident..So I blink several times to make sure this is not a hallucination but he is still here…In the flesh!Under the blue light, his eyes are blank, emotionless. So empty I'm afraid I’ll fall into their pits.Dylan scraps himself off the concrete floor“who the fuck are you to tell me what to d–”before he can finish his sentence,Alder punches him in the jaw sending him flying right back to where he got up from“Fuck off! the next time I see you anywhere near her I will not only break the bones in your fingers but I will also server them off and feed them to my dogs”“This isn't over”Dylan says before he finally exits the room“Are you okay?”Alder asks with no emotions whatsoever as he finally focuses his icy gaze on meDespite the dim light,I can still make out his feature
FIORA“A month earlier”I'm not drunkYes,I'm a little dizzy and lightheaded but that only because of how suffocating this club is, because if I was really drunk,I won't be able to feel this pain that is eating me from the inside outMaybe if I drink some more i would be able to quench the fire that is threatening to burn me alive and I would be able to forget about “him”The idiot that had just stab my heart with a dozen splinters and broken it into a million piecesMy boyfriend or rather my stupid ex, Jonathan had the audacity to cheat on me,look me in the face and tell me I meant nothing to him and that we were just a fling.i caught him in bed with the supposed “love of his life”,a blonde who snarled at me and encouraged Jonathan to kick me out of his house“How dare they?” Moisture gathers in my eyes and I wipe it away with the back of my hand. As soon as I am able to gather myself,I'll get dad to make them both payTonight is to clear my head,to forgetI sway my hips to the loud
FIORAI've never liked weddings–or more specifically,small weddingsI mean what the essence of a wedding if it isn't loud and proud but this is differentThis is my wedding“You look so gorgeous mamita”my grandmother says has she watches my sister fix my veil on my head I stare at my Carolina Herrera dress in the mirror in front of me, it's simple yet elegant.The silk is soft against my skin.It has a gentle sweetheart neckline and thin straps rest on my shoulders, adding just a touch of delicacy. The skirt falls in a perfect A-line, flowing down to the floor with an easy grace and there's a small train that trails behindUnder normal circumstances,I would be overjoyed to be wearing my dream wedding dress but sadly nothing is normal about this wedding“Thank you, Abeula”I force a smile,when in fact happiness is far from what I feelRose,my best friend who was fixing my dress's train, stands up,places her hand on my shoulder and whispers “Fiora, are you