My fingers pressed down on the shirt that was now riding up against my chest, my hair falling back to the curve of my waist due to how far back my head was thrown, my lips parted in a gasp that I couldn't quite let out.Florian's fingers dug into my thigh, his tongue running up between my legs, my stomach knotting into one big ball of pleasure.I could hardly breathe, and I dared to look down, my chest heaving hard, my body shaking in his hands.His eyes met mine in one erotic gaze, and before I knew it, I was in the bath with him, a mixture of his lips and my taste filling me up as he kissed me hard. Kissed me fervently. Kissed me like he was in love with me.He let his kisses leave my lips again, to rest down on my neck, and then my shoulder, all the while his fingers slowly moving in my inner thighs.I let out a small cry when I felt his finger part my folds slowly, my breaths breaking into a million different pieces.I sat in front of the mirror, my knees slightly trembling, my li
Can Florian pull the trigger on my mother? I am not sure. Would I hate it if he did, knowing that to her, I was just the baby she Hadd in order to keep her husband, and neglected me my whole life? Honestly, I am not sure I would.My mother was always bad, the sort of neglectful that ate away at me for twenty-six years and broke my wings every single time I even dreamt of flying.But would I want to see that she was gone forever?I looked up to Florian. From his profile that I could see, his eyes were stone cold, a massive void that only filled up when he looked at me. Would he be able to pull the trigger if I asked him to? Maybe. Would I want him to? Maybe.It was interesting just how much darker and tainted my own thoughts had become ever since Florian came back to me. I am not sure how much of it is just me and how much of it was a direct reflection of Florian's own demons in my soul.I wondered about Florian's parents. I don't remember much about them. Were they just like mine? Is
Floriam didn't say a word as the maid mumbled an apology before she turned and scurried away. I stood there for a long while, my body still feeling a little hot from all of the outbursts of anger I had felt just this morning. I felt sick to my stomach, angry at my mother for coming here and ruining an otherwise perfect morning, angry at that maid for looking at Florian like that.I sighed, my chest heaving as I slowly turned towards Florian. He was watching me, a rather unreadable expression in his eyes, his brows slightly drawn, his lips a little parted."I..." I started to say. Maybe he thought I was crazy now. Hell, even I thought I was crazy. Even I thought I was slowly losing my mind.The Roxanne that had her head screwed on right should be upstairs crying for dad or mum, hating herself. The crazy Roxanne was here, getting jealous over a man she knew belonged completely to her.It was insane. A little stupid, crazy, and I just can't bring myself to regret the way I feel. "I was.
I watched the sun slowly set, my eyes sloely blinking as I started off to the spectrum of colours that radiated off the glass. It was beautiful, and I let my mind slowly wander. To Florian. To that place underground. To my cat.I slowly dressed up, then went out of my perfect bedroom towards Florian's. He rarely was ever in there, except for when he needed to take his clothes or something.I would have preferred to watch the sunset with him, but he had been called for something in the office, and he had insisted on finalising the details for our trip to Macau.I opened the door to his room and stepped into his deep scent. He didn't even have to use the room constantly for his dominating presence to be right there, and it made missing him feel a little better.I laughed at myself as I thought about it. I had always been a composed lover. The type that wouldn't bombard his phone after hours just because I missed him. Tell me why I so badly wanted to do that now. Hear his voice, feel hi
The imposing Hunt Group building slowly came into view. It was majestic with the sharp contrast between the dark skies and the nightlights illuminating the tall building.I got out once the car came to a stop, and I looked up to the skies. It was starless, and the clouds looked a little darker. Like it was going to rain.I walked towards the front entrance, then straight towards the reception. The doors that led to the elevators were closed and were automated with a fingerprint. I turned to the security officer who looked like he was trying to see under my hat, probably to check who I was and if I was even supposed to be there.I slowly removed the hat, then gave him a small smile. "I am here to see Florian.""Do you have an appointment?" He asked, and I shook my head. "I just brought him dinner."His brows furrowed. "You brought him..." He suddenly trailed off, and his eyes widened. "You are..."He didn't finish the sentence either, and he immediately unlocked the doors for me."Hi
I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize that Florian had left his seat till he was right in front of me, his hand lightly resting on my thigh, his fingers intertwining with mine.I looked down at him, my lips slowly parting as I took in the swirling colours of his eyes. They were like the aurora against the beautiful night sky, and for a short moment, I forgot all of the chaos I had been feeling inside."Don't let it bother you," he whispered, bringing my hand to his lips. I watched as he kissed my hand, his eyes closing briefly.I felt tears well up in my eyes that I had been so oblivious while he had been putting everything on the line for me."I hate that your parents could have blamed you for my father's refusal to pay back."He smiled against my hand, his eyes still closed. "My parents are not like that. They didn't particularly need the money either. Honesty is a businessman's biggest weapon. Well, sometimes. We all have to step in grey areas."I bit down on my lips
Florian slowly leaned away from me, and I opened my eyes to him. He had a small smile, his thumb running on my thighs, his eyes holding mine. I bit down on my lips, taking in the rest of his taste that lingered on me, savouring every last big of him like there wasn't so much more of him remaining.He gently ran his hand down my hair, smoothening it with his fingers, like I was some delicate doll he absolutely had to take care of."I almost forgot that I brought dinner," I said, laughing at myself. But I couldn't be blamed. Florian could make any woman forget not just dinner but will. Purpose. Independence."I wanted to cook for you. Well, I was hoping you would come back to dinner, but since you won't be coming home, I decided to bring dinner to you."He nodded slowly, then slowly leaned away. I immediately missed his warmth, his scent, the way he looked up close. The way his eyes seemed to memorise me like I was an unarranged rubik's cube, and he was attempting to fix me.To put me
I woke up to the fluttery feeling of fingers against my arm. My eyes fluttered open slowly and quite peacefully, like I knew I had slept in the arms of the safest person in the world for me right now. Like I knew, even before my wues opened that I was safe and in good hands.I opened my eyes to Florian. He was slightly propped up, his face resting on his propped up hand, his eyes fixed on me. His other hand was running against my arm, and he was watching me like I was some sort of hidden treasure he couldn't fathom ever losing.I gave a small smile and leaned closer to his chest, his warmth and scent filling me up."Good morning," I whispered, extending my hand to pull up the sheets he probably had been the one to put around us.I couldn't remember much of last night save for the crazy waves of pleasure that I could still feel. The multiple waves of reaching for the very highest edges of my climax and falling right back only to be brought back up again. The night was in flashes in my
FLORIAN'S P.O.V I took a deep breath and looked down at the suit I was wearing. It was the same one that dad had kept to attend my wedding in. It was Roxanne who had suggested it, and now that I am, I felt it all the way to my bones.I looked around. It was just me and the officiating priest, waiting for Roxanne.I have dreamed of this day my entire life. Watching her walk down the aisle to me. Her dress. Her smile.The door cracked open, and I straightened even more, my heart pounding hard as I watched the door. It opened wide, bathing the church in sunlight. I kept my eyes on it till I finally saw her. She was standing there, like she had materialised out of my most ambitious dreams. My heart pounded in my chest, and I found myself reciting the vows I had memorised ever since we started wedding planning. It's not like there was a lot to plan.She looked up to me, and even through the veil, I could see her smile. It reminded me of the reason I had never even looked at another wom
ROXANNE'S P.O.V I woke up with a start, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I immediately turned to the left side of the bed, already preparing my heart for the ultimate fuckery that it had all been a dream. The hugs, the kisses, the tears... that it was all nothing but me yearning.To my surprise, Florian was already awake, his body half covered by the sheets, his hand holding up his chin as he watched me, a soft tender look I his eyes.I let out a sigh of relief, my eyes slowly blinking as I savoured his presence.He gave me a smile, then reached his other hand out to me. "Did you wake up to check if I was real?" I nodded truthfully, then adjusted, so I was lying next to him, my eyes taking his. "I think I would really die if you weren't."He smiled, his hand reaching up to gently caress my face. "You are just as beautiful as you were a year ago."His voice was a small whisper, and I drew even closer."You are going to have to promise me something."He laughed, then brought my ha
I sat on the edge of the same hotel suite we had stayed in the we came here together a year ago for my birthday, my heart feeling rather heavy. I could hear the sound of the bath, and even though I had promised myself to be calm amd stay in here, it was hard to not want to barge in there just to make sure he really was back. To make sure my Florian really was alive.I took in the hotel room. It looked like he had been here for a while. Probably not the entire year, but still a bit of time. I walked to the dresser, and my heart felt even heavier. My pictures were sitting in glass frames all over, adorning the dresser.I swallowed, tears stinging the back of my eyes. There were lots of books to the side. Mostly about healing. Forgiveness. I wondered just how much he believed he needed to work on himself just so he could love me.I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, just as the sound of the shower stopped. I held my breath, then slowly turned to him, my lips parting. He was by t
The kiss was slow, and I felt all of the parts of me that had broken over the last year slowly come together again. My mind fought the possibility that this man was really Florian, but my stupid, stupid heart was already fluid for him. Like he wasn't gone for a whole year. Like he didn't disappear for a whole year.When he broke the kiss, I found myself leaning towards him, needing more, begging for more with everything in my body except my voice.His thumb ran across my face, wiping the tears away. He then leaned close, kissing those tears away, like I always imagined he would during those late nights when I lay in bed, missing him."I am sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I am sorry I put you through that. I am sorry, Rox."I opened my eyes, my chest heaving. "You... Are you really Florian?"He nodded slowly, a single tear falling off his cheek. "I am sorry."I swallowed, reaching for his hand. Like I needed to make sure. Like I needed to know. "You... you died.
I have asked the question several times. How would it feel for time to stop? How would it feel if... for a second, for a minute, time stops, and we breathe?I just realized that I was wrong about being able to breathe. Time froze in place for me, and so did everything as I know it. My tears, my trembling fingers, my beating heart, my breath.My fingers dangled off the door knob, and I just stood there, unable to think. Unable to do a thing. I swallowed hard, then blinked, a long tear running down from my left eye. Is it that I had been bestowed a minute from the heavens? To hear that voice before I go back to the emptiness that I am still learning to embrace?I bit down on my lips. That voice, that name... it belonged to a part of my heart that will probably forever carry pain. Probably forever, carry regret.I closed my eyes and took a step forward. My imaginations now have voices. Very beautiful voices, but I knew I wad going insane.I turned the door knob just as a small snicker
EXACTLY 364 DAYS LATER"You became an international violin sensation in such a short time. Of course, we know you have been playing ever since you were a child, but how are you coping with being a celebrity and also the CEO of a multitrillion dollar company like the Hunt group?"I nodded slowly to the last question of the interviewer. My eyes focused on her. The question reeled in my mind, and I blinked fast and hard in order to make sure the tears wouldn't come falling. I played around with the ring on my finger, then broke into a small laugh. "Trust," I said finally. "There is someone who trusts me, and even though I have let them down once, I am determined to never do it again."She smiled. "There has been gossip around the...""You said that was your last question."She smiled a little shyly. "How about one more?"I bit down on my lips. I knew what she was going to ask. Everyone knew Florian had died a year ago. Everyone knew I was here because he handed everything to me. And the
My eyes opened to the dim lights of a painfully familiar hotel room. My lips parted as a silent tear ran down the edge of my left cheek. I sat up slowly, my legs drawn to me. The room felt so ghostly. So empty. Like it had been stripped of everything that ever made it come alive. Like it had been stripped of what it used to be.I looked around. On the dresser was Florian's phone, a bouquet of flowers, a wrapped item, and his gun. I swallowed hard, my heart breaking all over again.Seeing the gun reminded me of just how real this was. That my Florian was truly dead, and I was the reason for it. That my Florian would never come back, and it's all because of me.I stumbled out of bed and walked towards the dresser, my eyes falling on my reflection. I looked like a ghost of myself. Nothing like the woman who had been so properly loved just hours ago.My knees felt weak, and I grabbed the edge of the dresser to keep stable, my heart pounding in my chest.I reached for the flowers first,
My world crashed and burned right in front of my very eyes. I leaned to Florian, my mind knowing exactly what had happened. He was gone. The bullet of my betrayal still embedded in his chest, the tears that I put in his eyes forever there.But my heart... my heart refused to believe me. We shared a kiss in bed just hours ago. He lay hid head on my lap and laughed like the entire world was beautiful. He told me that he loved me. That he always wanted to lay on my lap.I doubt this was how he wanted it to be. I doubt he wanted to be on my lap, dead. I doubt he wanted to see me cry."Florian?"There was no answer. The night was quiet, like even the world knew I had lost my heart. Not just a piece. Now, just a part of me. Roxanne, as I knew her, was dead with Florian. "We were going for dinner, remember?""Miss?" One of the doctors said, and I looked up, shaking my head. "Shhh, Florian hates noise. He also hates my tears, so why is he letting me cry?"I looked down at him. He looked
I gasped, my breaths stopping in my throat, my eyes flying open. Florian was still standing in front of me, his hand wrapped around the gun, his eyes wide. I almost didn't want to look down. Hell, I hated that it felt almost compulsive for me to look down.My chest heaved, and I felt my heart strings pull farther than I ever expected. I could feel the sticky wetness on my face. I could feel it on my hands, but hell, I hoped something had spat on me, and it wasn't what I was thinking.I slowly looked down, and I gave a small yelp, my eyes immediately filling with tears. I shot Florian. I really did shoot him.I slowly looked back up, and he was still watching me, his eyes darting across both of mine."Florian," I managed to say, taking a step even further. As if that was all he needed, his hands let go of the gun, and he fell to the floor at my feet."Florian!" I screamed, my hands immediately letting go of the gun too.I went on my knees, my hands cupping his face, the blood stains