JULIEN FATHER AND SON THERAPY SESSION 2“How are you doing today, Armand?” Cynthia asks.Armand hums, “I’d rather be anywhere but here but seeing as I am not making any threats I’m peachy.”Julien fights the urge to roll his eyes at his Father’s antics and Cynthia gives him an amused smile.“That’s great to hear Armand. In the last session, Julien got to talk about himself, today is your turn. Tell me about yourself, what is it you like and do not like? What aggravates you?”Armand scoffs as his fingers tap the desk lightly. Julien arches an eyebrow. Cynthia smiles, “Any moment from now would be lovely.”“Well if you insist.” Armand drawls.”I’ll start with what I don’t like. I don’t like the fact that my son doesn’t trust me. I detest the fact that he’s so weary of me and probably thinks I’m going to commit suicide 'cause I’m so depressed any moment from now.”Cynthia’s eyes widen at Armand’s outburst but she gives him an encouraging nod. However, Julien is not having it. “Oh please
ELSIDAMr brown eyes lips spread into a wide grin and his eyes twinkle impossibly brighter. “May I buy you a drink then?”Elsida hums and for the first time in over a decade, her blood boils with anticipation. She had spent the last eleven years of her life so fixated on Julien that she never thought about other men, not once had she considered any other man.But now, she was slightly intrigued.She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.”An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?”Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.”With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.”Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.Elsida’s eyes widened as they approached a private lounge that was guarded by two bulky men with Bluetooth devices attached to th
ELSIDA“Where are you off to so early Elsida?” Natasha chimes from on top of the kitchen counter, she waves a spatula dramatically in the air before she puts it in her mouth. Natasha wiggles her brows suggestively and a knowing smirk curls across her lips.Elsida rolls her eyes and crouches to knot her laces. “You know where I’m off to Nat.”Elsida’s routine for the past two weeks consisted of; her shift at the Cafe, and going to Adrian’s gallery to paint. The amount of hours that she’d spent there was uncanny and she couldn’t deny the fact that she loved it there.Painting always managed to give her an escape out of brutal reality and she’d been welcoming it for the past fourteen days.She planned to continue doing exactly just that.Natasha hops from her spot on the counter and scurries over to where Elsida is perched. El, when will you put the poor Prince out of his Misery and go on a date with him?”Elsida scowled as she hung her tote bag. “That is not my priority right now Nat, I
ELSIDAA surge of ecstasy and confusion bolts through Elsida’s veins rooting her to the spot.Being offered a job for art was one thing but being offered a chance to collaborate with was a big deal.That brand was her mother’s favorite designer brand, she was so sure that if she looked through her mom’s old stuff, she’d spot a bag or two.She was speechless.“I-” Elsida mumbled as she stared at Dante with wide eyes.Dante’s smile grew and Adrian’s hand slid to the small of her back for support.“I know it's a lot to take in Elsida, seeing as it would require you to leave your life in New York and move to Spain.”“Holy shit this is huge,” she cursed out loud then quickly covered her mouth as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“Take your time Elsida, you have four months to ponder on it. I hope to hear from you soon.” Dante says and offers a polite wave as he makes his way out of the gallery.“What just happened?” Elsida murmurs.Adrian nudges her slightly, “Come on princesa, this
JULIEN The saying that death brings people closer is accurate. Julien is a prime example because after he found out that his Father had lung cancer, the shift he experienced was dramatic.As much as he liked to believe that he hated his Father, it simply wasn’t so. He just couldn’t afford to lose another family member.His brothers; are gone.His mother; six feet deep in.The thought of his Father dying felt as though he was getting stabbed with a dagger repeatedly on the same spot.“You don’t have to be here you know, son.”Julien rolled his eyes at his Father,” Don’t start with me, Father.”An amused laugh slid past Armand’s lips. “If I knew that all I needed to do to get your attention was fall sick I would’ve-““Fuck Father, do you have to make a joke about everything?”Armand snorts, “Of course I do, I’m not dead yet.”Julien’s jaw hardens and his glare turns icy. He doesn’t spare his Father another glance as they await the doctor. Not long after, the door to the consulting room
A/N: I wrote this chapter in first person and its my first time writing in first person. Let me know your thoughts. xx Supreme. JULIEN My eyes slide away from Antonia’s desperate gaze when I hear the sound of a strangled wheeze and when I peer up, It feels as though a bucket of ice was splashed on me as I come face to face with her. Her green eyes swirl with various unsaid emotions, anger and hurt being the most prominent. They root me to my seat, ground me to the spot and I feel as though moving would be a grievous challenge. My eyes flicker over her brunette locks to the man rubbing her back. Prince Adrian. Fuck him. Who did the bastard think he was? Just because he was a Prince didn’t mean he could get anyone of his choice. Especially not Elsida. “Julien, are you listening?” Antonia inquires as she slides a slender finger down my arms. I rip my arms away from hers more forcefully than I intended to and I clear my throat and cast her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry A
ELSIDAThe lipstick applicator slides to my chin and Natasha bursts into my room. I groan and pin her with a glare. “When are you going to learn how to knock Nat?”Natasha snorts, “Oh please. You should be grateful that I’m here to keep you company, Lord knows what you would do with yourself.”I roll my eyes and huff at her while I adjust my lipstick. “What do you want, Nat?”Natasha smirks and drops a black gift box on my dresser. “You know Elsida, I’m surprised Prince Charming is letting you go for Landon’s birthday dinner all alone. He’s obsessed,” she murmurs as her gaze flickers between the gift and me.I ignore her words and my eyes zone in on the tiny black box, I feel a surge of anticipation trickle down my spine and I waste no time unwrapping it.Ever since our first date and the night I grew a pair of balls to kiss Adrian, he has been relentless with gifts; Black roses, jewelry, designer bags. The list was endless, I was yet to go through all the piles of boxes in my room.M
JULIEN“It was nice catching up with you Julien,” my childhood friend Kayden says, who I’ve barely paid attention to in the past hour.My eyes hover over the tracker on my phone I got for Elsida. Yes, I’m that obsessed. The fact that we are not together doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep tabs on the whereabouts of the most important, scratch that, only woman in my life.“Julien, Dude. What’s got you so worked up?”My gaze flicks back to him and I am in no position to hide my grimace, I let it splay across my lips. He takes a sip of his martini and a knowing look spreads across his lips. “Wait, don't tell me, it’s Elsida isn’t it? Aren’t you guys broken up or something?”I let out a sigh and placed my phone on the bar top. I empty my glass of martini before I give him my answer. “I’m worried about her, the tracker I installed on her phone says she’s still at Bastad Landon’s house and she’s been there for over four hours.”Kayden scoffs and eyes me disbelieving, “Stalker much. How and