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A walk down memory lane
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Julien tapped his left foot lightly against the floor as he waited for Cressida’s charity ball to commence. The suit he had on was starting to feel stiff from wear along the neck and he regretted his decision to leave the office so soon. His regret fiddled away when he spotted Elsida scurrying across the ballroom a frazzled mess as she gave the staff directions on where to place the artwork.How she managed to still look elegant he had no clue.Julien was in a predicament and he was utterly fucked, to say the least.Memories of the conversation they had two nights ago and Elsida’s reluctant rejection rolled through his mind and a pang of hurt settled in his chest.The most diring part was that Julien couldn’t regret his actions, he was notably selfish and probably damaged a part of his brain because he wanted her all to himself and he would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted.Including ruining her Father. he would stop at nothing until he ended him, consequences be darned.
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Elsida felt Julien’s hot breath fan her face, pungent with expensive cigars and smoke, his lips mere inches apart from hers.The curly hair at the nape of his neck tickled her cheek as he stood unmoving, their bodies flushed together.If he moved his face just a bit, their lips would meet and her heart thrummed wildly in her chest from the mere thought.“Julien.. we can’t,” she rasped as her hands trembled, her fists curling as she fought the urge to hold on to him.“Bull shit,” he drawled, throwing her words back at her.Julien tipped her chin up so they were mere inches apart, he gazed into her emerald depths and the determination Elsida saw in them made her skin flush.“Here’s what’s going to happen El, you’re going to forget the past and I’m going to kiss you until your lips quiver and you beg me to take you here.”“Understood?” he drawled as their breaths mingled as one.Elsida let out a gasp and her hands developed a mind of their own as they perched on Julien’s suit, holding on
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The image was taken as though there was a third party with them when they were at it. It was simply a conundrum because no one had been inside the bedroom apart from the two of them.‘It seems you and J are getting comfortable, perhaps a bit too comfy?’ was the message that accompanied the picture.Elsida’s gaze roamed the room hysterically as she searched for any telltale sign of the culprit, she was convinced there was a camera somewhere and her heart palpitated against her ribcage from the thought of being watched.The door to the room clicked open and Elsida’s body met with the headboard as she inched backward, piling the duvet over her naked body as fear coursed through her bones.She let out a heavy sigh of relief when she realized it was Julien.Julien stalks into the bedroom, a sweaty mess clad in sports shorts and a white t-shirt that hits his muscles tightly.He stops in his tracks as he takes in Elsida’s frazzled state, “What happened to you El?” he asks his gaze making a c
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Elsida stretches across the bed, her palm feeling for the other side of the bed on its own accord only to find it empty.Her eyes open up groggily and they adjust to the morning light streaming in through the windows. As she sits up, her gaze zooms in on a folded up paper situated next to Julien’s pillow, Elsida picks it up, her curious gaze dancing around it as she unfolds it.“Happy birthday El,” is what is written in the note. A slight blush rouses her cheekbones and her heart thuds wildly in her chest from Julien’s familiar scribble.“It’s a note Elsida, not a proposal!” She says chastising herself as her palms cover her overheated cheeks.Trust Julien to be the one who reminds her of the day she was forced to loathe when she was younger, as she recalls dreamily, memories of Julien going out of his way to make her Childhood birthdays worthwhile.A sharp pang invades her chest when she remembers how her birthdays got better when her Father lost everything.She makes a mental note t
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