"Roxanne, please. Pleaase, I am begging you. We have debts, we have.... we have so many things to do and... the hoise, Roxanne. Do you want us to have to sell the house? Do you want us to..."I blocked it all out as I leaned over the documents, reading the first clauses. Florian was right. This was much better than spray painting them.I blocked out my mother's pleas and, without a word, signed on the papers. The hall was silent, but Florian started to clap, causing the entire rom to immediately lighten up with a round of applause.People began to stand up, and soon, it turned to a standing ovation. It was exactly the sort of validation I needed after standing up to my parents for the first time in my life.Floroan came up beside me and kissed my cheek before taking the documents and handing them to his attorney."You did well, sweetheart. You are a brave, strong woman."I nodded, turning to him. He gave me a small smile, and I bit down on my lips, letting out a small, shaky breath.I
I could feel Florian's presence behind me even without looking up to the mirror, as I tried to focus on opening the dress he had brought for me. I removed the lid of the box, then slowly pulled out the most exquisite light blue material.It was a big ball gown, and I brought it to my body, my eyes falling on the material. Slowly, I looked up, and Florian was watching me, his eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror."It's beautiful, Florian."He gave a small smile and slowly covered the distance he had initially given me so I could unbox the dress, then brought his hands slowly to my waist. His fingers ran up my spine till he got to the zipper, his other hand moving across the open part of my back to push my hair over my left shoulder.I watched him in the mirror, almost a little enchanted, my entire being lighting up with the mere awareness of his presence in this relatively small space.He slowly pulled the zipper down, and I felt the dress loosen around me, the misty air hitting
The lights, the music, the roaring applause, all of it got to my head even before I got to drink any wine. It was crazy how addicted the sort of love Florian could give had me in a matter of seconds, and the minute he had his lips against mine, parting and seeking slow, dominating entrance, in front of men and women who respected him, it.. it did something to me.It altered the chemistry of my brain and messed with my rationality. It felt like every other kiss I have had, excluding the first one between us in that closet, faded away into nothingness.I sighed as he broke the kiss, then gently touched my nose. "You still taste like exotic fruits, Roxanne."I slowly stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my chest slightly heaving. "Exotic fruits?""Uh huh," he said, laughing. "Lest I forget, sweetheart..." He leaned to me, his thumb running slowly on my throat. "I prepared a violin for you."I gasped, my hands coming to my mouth. He laughed as he slowly moved away from me, letting go
I can't quite remember the rest of the night, mostly because it was more mundane compared to everything that had happened before that. I could remember doing a few toasts until I got a little tipsy. I could remember the wave of congratulations and the way Florian had taken me straight to the car while carrying me bridal style.Now here I am, sitting in the car, staring off at the stars, my chest heaving, my lips slightly parted. I felt free. Like a star in space. Ready to fall. Ready to break free. I have never felt like this all my life.The door opened, and I turned to see Florian standing by the door, the driver holding the door open for him. Someone was on the other side, talking to him about something, but his eyes were fixed on me, his hands pushed into his pockets. He looked like a dream, like the ghost of the love I never had. Like the ghost that just keeps on haunting me. The ghost that I never want to let go of.Maybe if I was completely sober, I would just sit there and w
The sound of my zipper opening up brought me back from the utter delirium my mind had wandered off to, and I swallowed, looking down as my hand was finally freed, and my dress fell down to around my waist.My eyes looked up to Florian, who was already watching me. His eyes were mostly shielded, and I swallowed as his hands ran down my chest, then stopped right above the straps of my bra."How drunk are you, Roxanne?"I shrugged. My mind was a fog, my body was on fire, and honestly, maybe I was a little more than tipsy. Maybe I was a little...He pulled me closer, his kisses slow as they spread across my neck and shoulders. My hands pushed into his hair, and I let out a gasp of respite, my frustration gloating away with the satisfaction of finally feeling him in my own fingers. "Tell me," he whispered against my skin as his kisses went lower and lower.The car suddenly stopped, and I opened my eyes, my chest heaving."M... maybe a little?"He laughed against my skin and leaned away. W
I woke up to bright rays of sunlight on my face, and my head still resting on something a little more... comfortable than my pillow.My eyes squinted a little at the light, and I slowly turned away. My eyes fell on Florian. He had his legs stretched out in front of me, his hand resting on a stack of pillows so he could hold his chin up as he slept, his other hand resting in my hair. I turned fully to him, my hands moving sloely around his waist, my lips parting as I took him in. The sun was reaching his face too, and he started to squint, his head moving a little so his hair fell in thin strands in front of his eyes.It made me smile, and I sat up, leaning to him so the light would be blocked by my body, and offered him a calm space to sleep in again. He immediately relaxed, and it felt worth it to leave my comfortable sleeping position even with the slight hangover and throbbing headache I had.I watched him for a while, my vision alternating between the Florian that I could see rig
A single tear ran down my cheeks, and his thumb ran under my eyes, wiling the tear away. I wasn't so sure why it suddenly felt like such a relief, but it did. It felt so much like a breath of fresh air."Come here," he said, his voice smooth and comforting as he pulled me into his warm, scented embrace, his fingers pushing into my hair.I closed my eyes against his familiar scent, my heart beating rapidly, my chest tight. I wrapped my hand around him, my face turning to bury in the side of his, my lips parting against his fresh, soft skin."You are still a cry baby," he whispered, and I broke into a laugh accompanied by more tears, my chest heaving."Shut up," I said, laughing.I could feel him smile against me, but for a very long time, we said nothing, just sitting there, my hands wrapped around him tight. I finally leaned away, then gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."He smiled, his eyes soft and tender. "What would you like for breakfast?"I shrugged. "
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