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
My eyes squinted at Florian, and I gave a small smile. "Were you always this way?"He shrugged. "I guess."He slowly stood up, letting the sheets fall off his skin, the sun radiating off his beautiful tan, bringing the shine to his body. I stared like it was the first time I was seeing it, and I held my breath as he turned to grab his pants. I watched him slip in, my lips parted, my chest heaving hard. He was beautiful, the kind that I gave up in dreaming about a while ago."I don't think I want to know what's going on in your head right now."I burst into a laugh, then shook my head. "I just... I think you look good right now."He parted his lips to reply, but his phone suddenly started to ring. He turned to it, his brows furrowed, his hair falling over his chin. He rolled his eyes and turned to me."I hate mornings.""Me too," I said with a laugh, then started to reach for my dress. "Stay right there," he said as he let the call just ring, and he checked his messages."What's wron
I stood in the shower, water pelting down my body, my hair falling to my back. I looked back to Florian, who was gently running his fingers down the back of my shoulder, his thumb pressing down on my skin to relieve them.I gave a small smile as I turned back to the mirror we were standing in front of, my lips slipping between my teeth. "What are you thinking of?"I shrugged. "I just feel really good right now. Really good."He looked down to my eyes in the mirror, and the slight intensity behind them was more than enough to weaken my knees."I feel like I am living a midsummer night's dream."He gave a small smile. "I always knew you wanted me back."I gave a small laugh. "Cocky much?""Maybe," he replied, before slowly leaning to me. "Can I ask you something, Roxanne?"I could feel his voice slightly thicken with seriousness, and a bit of nervousness filled my chest."Ask me."He ran his hands down the side of my neck. "You genuinely do not think I am a bad person, do you?"I turn
ROXANNE'S P.O.V."Florian?"Florian turned, a little startled, his hand leaving the side of his face and simultaneously releasing the phone he had been holding. The phone fell to the floor in a thud, and I gasped, my brows furrowed.There was a moment of awkward silence before he went down and grabbed the phone, then met my eyes and gave me a small smile."I am sorry. I was a bit startled."I nodded slowly. "Is everything alright?"Something passed in his eyes, and I steeled myself for what would happen next. I steeled myself for all of the possible answers that question could have."You look beautiful in that dress," he said, his voice a small whisper.I broke into a smile, then gave a little twirl, my hand going into the pockets in each side so I could show him that it had pockets. He gave a small laugh, and I giggled a bit more, feeling rather hot from having his attention on me like that. Suddenly, my foot caught in my shoe, and I started to fall backwards.I gave a small yelp, m
ROXANNE'S P.O.V I rested my head on the glass, my eyes watching the city as we drove past it all. My mind was occupied with Florian, and not exactly necessarily just because of the tremble in my knees, but also because of everything else.He was trying his best to look strong in the last few minutes of my stay there, but his eyes slightly betrayed him. I could see a small dent in his rather cool exterior. A small dent in his cold armour. I gave a small sigh as we came to a traffic stop. I turned, and my eyes suddenly fell on a flower shop. "Boys don't need flowers," I had said ten years ago, that valentine when I had turned sixteen. "What guy would want flowers from a girl?""It isn't a bad gift," Florian had said, watching me. I could remember avoiding his gaze then because we had just had a heated argument about some stupid thing that I can't remember now. "It would depend on the person behind the bouquet."I swallowed hard, my eyes settling on the flower shop. I hadn't brough
The bouquet sat in front of the dresser, with Florian sitting in front of it, his eyes fixed on the mirror, his shoulder slightly slumped. I stood behind him, gently brushing his hair, my fingers passing through the beautiful silky strands. His phone had been ringing for the past five minutes, but he didn't even look at it, just sat there, watching his own reflection.I leaned to him and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "You are good to go now."He let out a small sigh. "Thank you. And for the flowers too."I shook my head, my eyes still slightly filled with worry as the flashback of his tears filled my mind. "It is perfectly fine. I will go get ready."He nodded without saying anything, and I turned around and started to walk to the door. I stopped for a minute and turned. Florian was still watching the mirror, his eyes thin, his chest slightly heaving.I bit down on my lower lip, then slowly let go of the door knob. "Florian?"He turned to me, his brow slightly raised. "Yes?"
I leaned away from Florian, my hands still loosely wrapped around his waist, my eyes looking up to his. "I meant every word.""Oh, I know," he said, gently stroking my face. "I know you did."I swallowed, then turned towards the room I had just come out of, my anger fuelling even more. I hated that he would have it so damn easy. That he wouldn't see his life flash in front of him like Florian's parents did. That he wouldn't feel the gruelling pain and humiliation that Ellinel felt before she died. That he would simply lie here and get away with everything."Let me treat you tonight," Florian whispered, causing me to turn back to him."Roast?" I asked, and he broke into his breathtaking smile that I knew for a fact that he reserved for just me."Roast, baby girl."He held my hand tight, and I felt my brain shut off as he led me out of the hospital towards his own car. The car that had driven me here was parked next to it, and Florian waved it away.We got into the car, and Florian lean
I walked down the long hallways that led to my father's hospital room. It was in the VIP section, hence it was much quieter than the rest of the hospital, and the only sound I could hear was the clinking of my heels against the tiled floor.I stopped in front of VIP room 8, my eyes cold as I examined the cold door. My fingers tightened around the printed will papers I was holding and all of the information Florian had regarding my father's mistress and her twenty year old son.It made me laugh just thinking about how I thought I was second favourite. I hadn't even been in the equation. Not even Ronan was, but he deserved that. He had been in the equation long enough."Hello?"I turned, and a nurse gave me a small smile. "Hello.""Who are you?" She asked, her voice polite. "I am his daughter," I said, a small smirk appearing on my lips. Of course, I was his daughter. Only one demon can take out another."Oh, sure, then. He has not had any visitors ever since he went into another card
The house was awfully quiet, and I lay in ned all alone, my eyes fixed on the chandelier hanging from it. My mind reeled with all of the inconsistencies that I hadn't noticed all these years.How I never realized just how bad these people were. How shameless they were, fighting for money that was never even theirs.I swallowed hard and turned on my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. It haunted me just how Florian had to stand by and watch it all happen. How he had to watch himself still want me despite everything.I gave a small grunt and sat up, my heart burning with anger. It all felt like it was happening right now for me. Like I was seeing my father threatening Florian's father for money that originally belonged to the latter. It haunted my soul that they could have spent that blood money in me, for something, and it felt like I owed Florian a bigger apology.I got out of bed and slowly went down the stairs. I stopped at the very foot of the stairs, however, as the sound of s
I held unto Florian's waist even as he gently parked the bike, then leaned back and removed his helmet. I reluctantly let go of him and got off the bike, and he got off too, taking my helmet from me as he gently balanced it on the bike. He turned, holding my hand as softly as the subset lights were resting in his hair, his eyes tender. "Is this alright?" I swallowed, my eyes slowly moving to the gate. "Will they want to see me?" He gave a small chuckle. "I am sure they will." I nodded, and he gently led me towards the gate. He pushed open and slowly started to lead me into the long rows of his family that have passed on. I held my breath throughout the short trip that took us to the side by side graves where his parents lay forever, and I immediately felt my heart drop. "Hi, Mum, Dad." Florian's voice was casual, and it reflected just how close he was with his parents, and it extended to even right now. "Sorry, I haven't been able to come around recently. I am all grown up, and I
I watched the sun as it set, while Florian lay in my lap, his body spread on the bed, his bare back tinted a warm light brown by the sun, his hair sprawled all over me. I had my fingers buried in his hair and my other hand running down his back.His fever had gone down after a few pills, and it seemed to have knocked him out. I leaned, kissing the top of his back, before I leaned away, just as a familiar ding reached my ears.I turned, and his phone that was sitting on the bedside drawer to my right was lit up, most probably with a message.I swallowed hard, looking down at him. I wasn't sure if he would have let me read the message had he been awake, but morbid curiosity haunted my mind, and I found myself reaching for the phone.I stopped, however, my chest heaving. Knowing how heavily involved with my family Florian was, there was a very good chance that it would be about them. I am not sure I want to ruin this evening with them. I am not sure I want to ruin this day by discovering
"I am sorry," I said to Florian, reaching to cup his face. "I wanted to make something for you."He nodded slowly. "So why are you fighting with a maid? You can just have her escorted out."I bit down on my lips. "I am sorry. I let my jealousy take over for a minute."He didn't reply but raised his eyes to the maid that was still standing behind us. I turned to her too, my eyes wide, my chest heaving hard as I watched her."You heard me the first time. Leave.""Sir, please. I beg of you. I was simply cooking porridge for you and...""Don't let me repeat myself, Savannah. Please leave."Florian turned to me. "Be careful."I nodded, and he started to turn away from both of us. "You know I can love you better, sir," came Savannah's strained voice, her breaths so loud that it made her voice sound a little muffled. "You know I would never remind you of the things you want to forget. You know I would never be selfish. You know I would never ever huet you. You know that, sir."Florian turn
I gently ran my fingers through Florian's hair, my eyes fixed on his sleeping frame. He was wearing a robe around him, his head resting on my lap, his lips slightly parted. His body was burning up, but he preferred having me sit right here than be Iver him, trying to bring down his temperature with a cold towel.I leaned, my eyes darting across both of his closed ones. He was slightly reddish, and against his layer judgement, I gently moved his sleeping frame, then got out of bed.I walked to the restroom and grabbed a small towel and his first aid kit. I dampened the towel, squeezed the excess water off, and then walked back to the room. Luckily for me, he wasn't awake, and I sat next to him, keeping the towel and the first aid box away.I gently loosened the knot of his robe, then pulled it down to his waist, leaving him shirtless upwards. I then slowly brought the damp towel to his body.The first I pressed it unto him, he gave a small shiver, but then slowly fell back asleep, his
The ride home was quiet, but at least Florian let me hold until his hand tight. I watched his profile, my eyes blurred with tears. I hated myself for pushing him to this point. I hated myself for the blood I carried in my veins. I hated the time I wasted without letting myself go for someone who I knew would absolutely do it for me.We finally got home, and Florian went out, then came around and opened the door for me. His eyes held mine for a long minute before he turned away, closing the car door, before he walked away.I stopped by the door, watching his back as he made his way up the stairs, letting go of the cat keys on one of the stairs and never even looking back.I blinked, my face dropping, the emotions heavy on my heart. I slowly followed him, wondering if he would still come to my room tonight, like he always did. I wouldn't even want him to. I wanted him to be selfish and not spend the night in the arms of the person who reminds him of everything he keeps trying to run aw
ROXANNE'S P.O.V It felt like the wind was knocked right out of my lungs. Ronan? Ronan was a little bitch but... I slowly looked up to Florian.Florian wouldn't lie to me, especially right now. Florian wouldn't make things up right now, and he definitely wouldn't do so much for an anger that wasn't justified."What's that look?" He asked, laughing slightly. "Why would you be surprised? I told you she was dead the other day.""I...""You guarded your heart a little too hard again, didn't you?" He gave a small pause, his brows raised. "You... we both know you asked now only because you still want to guard your heart. That's why you forgot that she wasn't even living competition. That's why everything passes for you like these rain clouds. Because you keep guarding your heart a little too hard. A little too selfishly, Roxanne.""Florian..""What are you going to say to me?" He asked, his voice breaking. I never thought I would see Florian reach this point, and fuck, it scared me. "That