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
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 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
History is really just... a mirage to me now. Something to be fond of. Something I have forgotten about. Because with every minute I spend with Florian, a part of my life is altered forever. A part of my life is completely lost and replaced with a chip of the woman I become in his arms.Now we are here, kissing in the rain, the water running down our bodies, the heat in our tongues, the vulnerability peeking in. Of course, I knew there was something more, but I was slowly starting to not care. I was slowly starting to only be able to look at this man in front of me. His hand ran down to my waist, and he pulled me closer into him. His heart thumped against mine, and I wrapped my hands around him, leaning up to really feel all of him. We said nothing to each other, trusting those kisses to do all of the communication for us. Even as we sat in the same tiny room that we had all those years ago, his fingers intertwined in mine, his chest heaving hard, our history together completely ch
ROXANNE'S P.O.V He was hurting my hand. He had his eyes on me. And even though they didn't look malicious or anything, I could tell that he knew it. His eyes were solemn, almost teary, and he suddenly turned away, just as I started to slow down. The building I had been driving to coming into slow view.His grip on my hand loosened, and he gently brought my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss right on the tiny dent that his grip had left. He didn't lean away immediately and just sort of buried his face on my hand, his breaths shaky.I brought the car to a stop and turned to him, my chest full with emotions that I didn't describe. I pushed my fingers through his hair, and he let out a shaky breath, his fingers holding mine even tighter.He finally leaned away, his eyes closed, and he turned away from me."Don't you trust me enough, Florian?"He chuckled and shook his head. "I am just having one of those days, princess."I let out a sigh, then nodded. "Hopefully, this makes you feel
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?"
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