Watch out for *cough* Tyson
Violet“I’m serious, yes, “ I tell my sister. “Unfortunately. ““Damn, Val, “She says, “This sucks. Way more than the situation I am in. ““Nothing is going to happen. I mean it. ““Keep telling yourself that. You are literally in the most romantic city in the whole world. And you are telling me nothing is going to happen?““Yes.”“Right.”She snorts. “Come on, it’s unthinkable. ““But you are thinking about this!” Evie argues. I cover my eyes with my palm. “I have to go.”“I am sure you do. ““Evie!” I protest but she answers with a smile in her voice. “I love you, sis. “she says, “I will call you back again when we decide to come back. ““Okay. I love you too. Have fun. ““You too. “We hang up and I take a look around the spacious bedroom, looking for my bag. The room is huge - a giant bed, a table with armchairs around it. A huge bathroom with a bathtub and big mirrors. The receptionist didn’t exaggerate- the place is enough for more than four people, even.“Stop overthink
VioletAfter less than two hours I am looking at one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. The wind is warm, dancing on the surface of the crystal blue water. The beach is only a few feet away from us and I can’t wait to feel the sand underneath my feet. “It’s… I never knew places like this exist. “I say, unable to look away from the view. “It’s one of my favourite places. ““What is it called?”I glance at him. Dominic is standing next to me, the wind dancing in his hair. “The area is called Deauville. It’s almost 2,5 hours from Paris. “He says and I frown.“But we came much faster ““I am a good driver, “he winks at me. “This is a very small private beach, “ he goes on, “I like coming here. “I glance around and notice there are scarcely any people around. The place is tucked neatly between two cliffs and this beach looks like a small, private paradise. “Is this where you bring all your dates? “I joke, but he replies seriously. “I’ve never seen anyone here before.
Violet The family hotel we go to is very close to the private beach we just visited. It’s a small, cozy house that has beautiful, local flowers in the garden at the front. “It looks more like a home than a hotel. “ I say as we take the steps to the veranda. “In a way it is. “ Dominic opens the door for me and invites me in. The woman at the reception is older than us - almost the same age my mother would be if she was alive. Gray, long hair and tanned skin. I don’t tell myself “She was beautiful when she was young '' because I don’t believe in this- women are beautiful at any age. There’s no “was beautiful '' there's “she is beautiful. “ The woman looks up from her notebook as she hears our approaching footsteps. She gasps, surprise blossoming on her face. “Dominic!” the woman exclaims and spreads her arms wide. She moves past the counter and comes to hug him. The woman is wearing a long, colourful dress which makes her look even prettier. “What are you doing h
Violet “I am done, “ I declare and lean back in the comfortable chair. “I can’t. That's it. “ I place my fork on my plate and a waiter comes to pick up the cutlery. “What do you usually do on your days off?” Dominic asks. “I haven’t thought about this, actually. ” I admit. “I am at the office most of the time. “ This is one of the reasons why everything feels absolutely amazing. It also feels like it’s happening to someone else. At that moment the chef comes over and stands at our table. We are having a very late afternoon lunch in a traditional French restaurant, hidden in the small streets of the town. The restaurant is both close to the sea and close to the historical parts of the place. “How is everything, “ The man asks in English and I am short for words. “Amazing. It '’s… thank you. “ “I told you she would love it. “ The man tells Dominic and I am not even surprised they know each other. “Thank you, Pierre, “ Dominic says and after a quick chat he has with
Dominic I head to the door, but when I open it, I discover there’s no one outside in the corridor. “Hello?’ I call and glance left and right in the empty corridor. No one. But for some reason, I don’t go back to my room. I head for Violet’s. I knock on her door and she doesn’t open it, although I know she is in there. I hear stumbling, then something lands on the floor. “Dman it, “ she curses from the inside. “Violet, “ I ask, coming closer to the door, “Are you all right?” “I… yes!” Then there’s another noise and I ask again. “Are you sure? ““Yes!” she calls out, “Perfectly fine. “ “Okay. “ I say, “I will be in my room if …” “Thank you!” She answers right away. I turn my back to head to my room when the door of her room suddenly opens wide. “Dominic, “ She calls and I turn around to see Violet, wrapped in a towel, her body covered in foam. “My shower is not working “ She says, “You came to knock on my door, right?” I ask and she nods. “Yes. “ “Th
Violet Dominic is kissing me. My eyes flutter closed and I want more. The kiss was a light touch at first, his lips only a light brush against mine. But then it grows more passionate. I feel Dominic’s body tensing against mine. It’s like he is trying to control himself, trying to stop himself from grabbing me and making me his. Trying not to rip the towel off and claim me. I’ve never been kissed like this before and I feel the touch everywhere. I feel myself leaning in into the feeling. His hand closes around my shoulder. Possessive. When he is kissing me like this, it’s like he is a wild beast, trying to remain in control and not let desire overtake him. It feels amazing. I want to see him lose control and I want everything. I let myself make a low moan as his tongue brushes mine. Dominic smiles against my lips because of my reaction and that's when I realize what we are doing. What we’ve done. No. I break the kiss and pull back instantly. My eyes snap open and m
Conor “Pour me another glass of this,” I tell Monica and her hand, drawing circles on my tight pauses. I don’t have to repeat the order, because she is here to obey me. “Of course,” She purrs in my ear and gets up, wrapping the silk gown around her slim body “Ice? “ She asks, holding an ice cube, waiting. I shake my head. “I won’t spoil the good whisky with water. “ I say and a slow smile appears on her lips, painted in bright red. “How could I forget, “ Monica says in the same purring voice. Then she approaches the ice cube towards her neck and runs it slowly lower, towards her breasts. “But the ice should not go to waste. “ she says. The silk of the gown opens and Monica keeps moving the ice cube over her breasts. “Don’t stop,” I instruct her and she lets out a low giggle. The ice melts, dripping in streaks over her skin. I almost forget about Violet. Almost. My eyes flutter to my phone. She hasn’t responded to any of the messages I sent her. It’s not ne
Violet I knock on Dominic's door a few times and when no one responds, I call him. He doesn’t pick up, but his phone also doesn’t ring from inside the room and I begin to panic.What if he left?For one thing- if I were him, I might have done it after what happened last night.I head downstairs. I see no one at the small reception so I storm out.Then I see him.Dominic is sitting on the front lid of his sports car, smoking.The dark sunglasses he is wearing look like they were made for him- and they might have been.He is dressed entirely in black and his hair is messier than usual. It looks like he’s run his hands through the strands multiple times and I am overwhelmed with that constant, terrible need to touch him.He looks at me and nods.“Good morning, Violet.”His voice is a rumble, vibrating in my chest, down to my very core and I pause where I am.“I thought you left.”I admit.“Why would I?” “Because...” I push the words out and look away from him. “Because of last night.
Dominic “You will be a grandfather, “ I tell the man, sitting opposite me in the small cafeteria. We arranged to meet during my lunch break today. Violet called me earlier but I told her I would be having lunch with a business partner. In a way that’s true. Frederick’s eyes filled with tears at the news I shared. “Thank you. “ he says,” For being here and telling me.” “I thought you deserved to know. “He nods and looks down at his hands, folded in front of him. “I hope you will find the strength in you to forgive me. ““I have nothing to forgive you for. “ I tell him. “No, “he shakes his head. “You do. I am not the father I was supposed to be. ““I have a father, “I argue. “And I will never argue that. But I would like you to listen to me. “I lean back in the chair and he takes this as a sign to continue. “When I met your mother, I fell in love with her at first sight. I swear. There is love at first sight. ”“I believe you, “ And I do. I fell in love with Violet the mo
Five years later Violet “Mom! I don’t want the red one!” I take a very deep breath. “Charlotte, please, “ I tell her for the tenth time, “Choose whatever you want. Just choose now. Please. “ The maid is looking at me, smiling. “I can help, miss. And you can prepare. I will let you know once we are ready.“ “It’s fine. Thank you, Marta. I’ve got this. “ I always refused to have a nanny to help me, even when Charlotte was a baby, but recently Marta’s been trying to help, seeing how busy we all are. Charlotte finally chooses the dress she will be wearing and we start preparing. Half an hour later Marta announces the driver is downstairs. “Coming!” I call out as I put on my earrings. “Mommy, you look pretty. “ Charlotte beams at me. “Thank you, sweetheart, “I kiss the top of her head, “Let’s go. Are you eager to see Aunt Evie and Uncle Max? ““Yes!” She claps and we head downstairs. “Where is Daddy?” She asks as I take her hand and we descend the stairs. “He is…”
Violet “They look suspicious, “ I watch Evie and Max as they try not to look at each other or at least not to be too obvious about it. “She went out to talk over the phone and he went right after her. And for some reason, they look really close after they come back home. Do you think it’s because of the accident and because they spent some time together?...” I look at Dominic. He looks… amused.“What are you hiding from me again? “I ask him, squinting my eyes suspiciously and he shrugs casually. If he does that, it means I am right. He is hiding something. “Dominic, “ I tell him and he eventually says. “I think they are together. And it's been going on for a while.” “What?” I exclaim, but…. Then I turn to look at them again. Among the sea of well-dressed, rich people with great manners they look so… different. As if they are in their own private world. “Yes, “ I mutter, “They are. Why didn’t they tell us?” Dominic gives me a pointed look. “Okay, you are right. We did
Evie I exit the dining hall and head down the corridor. This place is huge and I’ve always thought so, but right now it feels enormous.I pass by a library and a large door. I assume it’s a study and after I make a turn I am in front of the guest bathroom.Where is he? I keep walking and reach a darker corner of the corridor when I take another turn and bump into Max.“Woah,” I take a step back, startled. “You scared me.”As if I wasn’t the one who followed him out.“I did?” He lifts an eyebrow and folds his arms. Then Max leans against the wall next to him, observing me.“Are you following me?” “Why are you acting like this?” I hiss and glance around to see if anyone is coming.“This is what you wanted, right?”“Hmph,” I scoff and he unfolds his arms.Max leans towards me, his breath is on my neck.“I would kiss you,” he whispers and the words send a shiver down my back, “But I can’t remember.”My eyes flutter closed as he traces slow kisses down my neck. I bite my lip and lift my
Evie A few weeks later we are ready to go home. “I will arrive in the evening. “ I explain, “And you on the next day. ““I honestly don’t see why we arrive separately, “ Max admits for the tenth time today. “Because I don’t want to show up and tell them we are…”“What?”“That we are…” “See, “ he says, “You can’t even admit we are together. ““It’s not that, '' I protest, “Let’s just tell them when we are all together, or having a nice time, okay?”“I am not embarrassed to tell them. Are you ashamed of me?““What, no!” I exclaim, “I just didn't want to explain to Violet over the phone. And imagine Olivia’s reaction when…”“Fuck Olivia. “Max shrugs. “I can’t believe I'm going to say this, “ I declare, “But that's too rude. “He scoffs but eventually agrees. Max takes me to the airport and I almost miss my flight because I am reluctant to separate from him. “You chose this, “he reminds me, “We could be travelling together now? ““Don’t hold this against me. “ I point a finger a
Violet I take a sip of coffee when Dominic moves behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “Good morning, “ he kisses the top of my head and proceeds to the coffee machine. “I made some for you, too. “ I smile at him and he pours himself a cup. “What are you doing today?” He asks, and I take the cup to my lips when I suddenly get sick to the stomach. I swallow the bile and Domnic’s eyes flutter to me. “Val?”“Yes, yes. I am here, “ I put the cup back on the counter, “I have a meeting with the investors from Japan. “My stomach turns and I smile awkwardly at Dominic. “Excuse me. “I rush to the bathroom before he says anything and empty my stomach. I feel better right after. When I get back to the room Dominic is waiting for me to say something. “What is it?” he asks, approaching me “I just have been feeling sick these days, maybe it’s a stomach virus or something. ““Or it’s not. “Dominic sips his coffee, casually. “What are you talking about?” I frown and he looks at me po
Evie Max is taking my dress off, not breaking the kiss.“Are you okay?”I mutter against his lips as I see how restless and impatient he is. He unbuttons the last piece from my back, holding the upper part together.“Yes. You?”Max pauses only to say this and continues kissing me. We didn’t say anything to each other, not even hi when he got back. I didn't mind in the slightest but had to ask. “Of course.” I breathe out the words. He smiles and leans in, his lips on mine. Max trails kisses down my neck, then to my chest. He takes my bra off, and I am struggling with opening his tie. Max laughs against my lips against my frustration and helps me untie the knot. He slips the tie off and I can’t stop looking at him, at the way his pupils have dilated, making his eyes impossibly dark in the lights in the kitchen. “What?” He asks, cupping my face.“Nothing.” I smile,” Kiss me.”And he does, brushing his lips against mine, pushing me slightly and guiding me towards his bedroom. I have
Evie I get up before my alarm goes off and get dressed quickly. My classes start later today but I am still prepared to leave. I go to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. Max is already there, smoking. I flinch, surprised when I see him. I was sure he was still sleeping. He is leaning back in his chair, dressed in an expensive suit and a watch, and his stubble has started to grow. The blue smoke curls around him in the cold morning light, almost the same blue as the one of his eyes. Max looks like those guys in the perfume commercials. As soon as I show up he sits up. “I will put this off, “ he says, scattering the smoke with his hand and exhaling. “No, no. It’s okay. Your place, after all. ““No, sorry. ““I don’t actually mind it. “I smile and proceed to the coffee maker. “Another coffee?“ I offer. “Yeah, thank you. “I pour some for him and myself. “I hope I won’t spill it this time, “ I joke and he smiles. “If you do, I'll do a better job at cleaning it. “As soon as
Evie I get back to Max’s place and wait for him to come back. Today sucked on all possible levels. I stared into the wall for a good hour, trying to accept that I was never seeing Tyson again, no one told me he was gone, someone was going to prison because of me, and I had money - MY money - that might change things for me. Because I know the family has money, but it’s not my money. And now- I will eventually be able to have something thanks to me, however small it is. At some point, I begin pacing around and I am unable to focus on anything. On top of it- Max comes back after eleven. We exchange a greeting and he heads directly to his room. I stop him.“I got a call from the lawyer. “ I say without any ado. “And?” He asks, pausing. Max looks like he is not here. Then I realize something’s off. “Are you drunk?” I ask. “What difference does it make?”“No, just… I thought you said you had to work. ““What’s with the interrogation? ““And what’s with the way you’ve been acting recen