"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 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 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
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 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
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
"Florian..." I whispered under my breath as we entered the lonely penthouse. It was dark, and he was carrying me bridal style, his body hot against mine.I leaned forward, wrapping my arms even tighter as he held me. He looked down, his eyes holding mine. "Scared?"I swallowed. "No. You are right here."He chuckled, his eyes lighting up even though the darkness. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I leaned up, the kisses from the car still living rent free in my nind, my body still needing a lot more of the passion that only he seemed to be able to give."I love the way you look when you smile."He slowly put me down to my feet, and I held on to him, afraid to let go of him."Are you falling in love with me?" His voice rose a slight octave, and a light suddenly came on to his left, bathing him in the light brown evening lights, his different coloured eyes looking like he captured the auroras in a small candlelight."Would it be wrong if I did?" I asked, triggering yet another light, and
I stirred, the warm streaks of su light slowly caressing my face. My brows slightly furrowed as I moved, my lips parting slightly, my chest heaving. My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes, and the streaks of golden sunlight streamed through the drapes.The bed was empty. Slightly ruffled to convince me that Florian's presence here with me last night had not been a dream. I let out a small breath as I turned on my back, a small smile lifting my lips.The mete thought of him lit me up more than the golden sunrise that caressed the side of my face, and I closed my eyes, a laugh escaping me."Glad to see you woke up happy," came the beautifully familiar voice, and I looked up, turning towards the door.Florian was standing by the door, gloriously shirtless, with only a pair of black tailored pants resting dangerously low on his waist. I felt my breath hitch as I took him in, my eyes finally meeting the beautiful differently coloured pair of his.He had a small smile and a single stem of
"What?" I asked, my brows coming together, my lips falling apart.I would be lying if I said I didn't feel something to my heart. A stab. A violent pull. It's like when you hate someone so much that you want to kill them yourself, but seeing their dead body makes you want to die too."My... my father is dead?"Florian blinked, his eyes growing a little darker, and his hands left me to slowly clasp behind me."Did you lie to me, Roxanne?"I bit down on my lips, tears stinging the back of my ears violently, till it felt like I couldn't breathe."To answer your question, yes. I made sure of it. Like he made sure mine did. So, what now? Are you still sure?"I met Florian's eyes, my heart knowing that he was right. His parents had died a gruesome death that had been completely unnecessary, and my parents would have to pay for it, too.But I would be lying if it wasn't so much easier to agree with in theory than when he was standing right here, completely remorseless, telling me that he had
I stood in front of the mirror, watching my reflection. It was beautiful. Florian was right about this dress. It made my skin color pop, and the cute little bow that Florian had put in my hair... made it all so perfect.I sighed and gave a small twirl. It was perfect. Satisfied with what I was seeing, I made it out of the walk-in closet. Florian was standing by the bed, his back resting on the wall, his eyes focused on the floor.He was wearing an all-black ensemble, his hair pushed back in silky, seemingly wet strands, his right pinky and thumb adorned with silver rings, and his left hand carrying a black leather watch.I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I took him in. He was even more beautiful, and I could remember all the insecurities that had pushed me to believe that he would never be mine.Now we are here, the entire world left behind, and it felt like all of that time that we had lost was slowly being recovered."Florian."He looked up, and his eyes immediately lightened u
ROXANNE'S P.O.V.I looked up to Florian, my lips slightly parting. We were lying in the bath, his right hand securely wrapped around me, his fingers gently running up and down my stomach.He had a glass of wine in his left hand, and his eyes were focused on the sink far away from us. More precisely, the phone he had left there before running the bath."Are you waiting for a call?" I asked, and he turned to me, his perfect smile lighting up his entire face.He dropped the glass of wine and leaned to me, so both his hands were now wrapped tight around me, his face coming to rest on my shoulder. "Kind of."I smiled, leaning up to push my fingers into his hair. "Well, I am jealous of this call."He laughed, holding me even tighter. "Cause I am waiting for it?""Cause it has you looking at your phone while you are lying naked in a bathtub with me."He gave a small chuckle. "You have all of my attention, sweetheart."I nodded, then closed my eyes. "Is something happening today?""Maybe. Wh
FLORIAN'S P.O.V I woke up to the feeling of slow, light kisses on my face. My brows slightly furrowed as I adjusted, but the ticklish feeling only continued, and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.I finally opened my eyes to Roxanne hovering above me, eyes closed, lips pursed hard as she attempted to probably assault my cheeks again.It was a sigh that I wish I could catch in a time capsule. A beauty that no one has ever seen before me.I leaned forward and did what ever red blooded man would do. Instead of giving her my cheek, I pecked her lips, then leaned back, waiting for the realisation to dawn on her.She gasped, her eyes opening wide, her hand coming to her lips. I broke into a laugh, and she just melted right into my chest, a giggle escaping her."Good morning."She nodded, and I laughed, holding her a bit tighter. "Why are you up so early?"She finally looked up, but her cheeks were still slightly red, and it only made me chuckle."I wanted to get a few more mi
I let my fingers gently sift through Florian's hair as he carried me bridal style into the hotel suite he had booked for us. I wondered how long it had taken him to do all of this, plan everything so meticulously, and keep it away from me.I gave a small sigh, then wrapped my hand gently around his neck, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I felt protected, and there was nothing I would exchange this feeling for.The door to our hotel suite opened up, and Florian walked in, then turned on the lights. The room was minimally decorated. A bouquet of red tulips, a bottle of wine and two glasses, and a red box sitting in the middle of the bed.Florian gently dropped me by the edge of the bed, then went on his knees. I watched as he gently removed my feet from the heels I was wearing, then carefully massaged them before putting the heels away.He kissed the tops of my feet, then leaned up,kissing my lips lightly."I will run a hot bath for you," he said, and I nodded, words failing me y
ROXANNE'S P.O.V.I was breathless by the time Florian broke the kiss, his breath fanning my skin. I must have turned all shades of red because I could feel this incredible heat, yet I couldn't stop looking up to him.His eyes, his lips, the fact that his cheeks were just as red as mine. I broke into an unprompted laugh, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, my eyes filled with adoration that was meant for him exclusively to see.I laughed again, a sigh escaping me."What?" He asked, even though a chuckle escaped him too, his eyes tender and bright."Someone's got a crush on me," I said, laughing again.He broke into a laugh, his head slowly nodding. "Someone's got a crush on me too."It made me laugh even harder, and maybe we didn't make any sense to the rest of the world. Maybe we looked foolish, crazy in fact, but I haven't let myself feel this way in such a long time, and I was determined to feel every drop of it till the very end."Do you want to see more of the church?""Of co
FLORIAN'S P.O.V.I held onto her hand, more for the fact that I needed her to keep me grounded than anything else. I have always told myself that my world was pretty stable. The ghosts of my parents, the guilt that lingered, the demons in my mind, and the revenge I fully intend to go through with. Then her.She could, with one look, one glance, one word, ruin everything that I have worked so hard for, and I know, deep down that I would let her.When I told her that I was in love with her, I knew better than to expect it back. Someone who was in love with me would have seen all of it from the start.The stolen glances. The pictures when she wasn't looking. The obsession. The need in that first kiss. But she hadn't, and I simply believed, maybe this was what it was bound to be. Raw obsession on my end. Gratitude on her end.As long as it kept her with me, I would be satisfied.But now... I could barely breathe, and I can barely wrap my mind around the miniscule possibility that the u
Florian held my hand tight as he led me downstairs to a waiting limousine. I didn't bother asking anything about where we were going or what we would be doing. If there was someone that I trusted with my entire life, it was Florian.He sat right next to me in the car, his hand wrapped around my waist, his eyes occasionally darting between his phone, my face, and the scenery outside. We reached the airport soon enough, and Florian grabbed a bag that I hadn't even noticed, and a smaller one that seemed to hold our documents. "You took my documents too?""Of course," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "Why not?"I bit down on my lips. "I am sorry I shut off my brain once I am around you.""I will take that as a sign that I am doing my job as a man."I chuckled as he turned away to speak to someone on the phone, my cheeks heating up. He turned back to me two minutes later, then grabbed my hand and led me in. We went through to the private airfield, where a magnificent private jet was wait
I stirred, the warm streaks of su light slowly caressing my face. My brows slightly furrowed as I moved, my lips parting slightly, my chest heaving. My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes, and the streaks of golden sunlight streamed through the drapes.The bed was empty. Slightly ruffled to convince me that Florian's presence here with me last night had not been a dream. I let out a small breath as I turned on my back, a small smile lifting my lips.The mete thought of him lit me up more than the golden sunrise that caressed the side of my face, and I closed my eyes, a laugh escaping me."Glad to see you woke up happy," came the beautifully familiar voice, and I looked up, turning towards the door.Florian was standing by the door, gloriously shirtless, with only a pair of black tailored pants resting dangerously low on his waist. I felt my breath hitch as I took him in, my eyes finally meeting the beautiful differently coloured pair of his.He had a small smile and a single stem of