“Smells so good.” I said, grinning like a five-year-old and it took everything in me not to clap my hands in anticipation. The hunger let itself be known, wanting to taste anything else than the bitter taste in my mouth. Elio put the lid on the pot, walking to the sink then he turned back to me. My eyes ran to the full glass of water. I frowned then it hit me and I could not help but shift back. Each movement of my body sent a whole explosion of pain. “Don’t shift Lethu.” Elio warned but I couldn’t help it. I was already shaking my head over and over again with my gut wrecked. The glass was placed right next to me and I stared as if he had just planted a gun. I did not dare take my eyes off him. Elio pulled the sac of pills and a cry nearly pulled from me. “Shouldn’t I eat first?” I tried to prolong the horror. “These need to be taken thirty minutes before eating.” My eyes widening even more because he pulled out more than five packets of pills and a huge bottle. I huffed out in
“Can we eat outside?” I asked as Elio sat me down on the couch. “We will be exposed,” He said and I nodded in understanding only to grab on tightly to the couch as it moved. My cheeks heated up, Elio pushing the couch to leave it right before the glass window where I could see the sky and a bit of the city further away. “The glass is bulletproof.” He assured whilst I nodded my head. I had to start being careful with my life. Anyone could literally be standing with a snipper somewhere. It seemed extreme even as I thought about it but my experiences told me otherwise. The round small table carrying our food was placed before the couch, making everything perfect. Elio sat down. I turned to stare at him, legs crossed under me. My plate was handed to me which I took with both hands. “Thank you.” I felt spoiled and well taken care of. “Thank you for everything,” I added, truly thankful even for his love. “So, how did your family or you get involved in this kind of business?” “I was b
If anyone would ever ask me what a perfect day looked like it would be the day I had or maybe a day with Elio. He was the special component that made the day perfect. We talked in that couch. We talked each hour away until a knock came from the door. It was the bouquet of dahlias Elio had bought me with a basket filled with junk. I burned through the basket, talking his ear off until he himself laughed and it was a memory I would treasure forever. We had dinner around seven even though I was full then he scooped me up and took me to the shower. He cleaned my cuts and changed my bandages to leave me on the bathroom counter staring at him shower with my legs swinging. Everywhere his hand went, my eyes were right after like a puppy to it’s owner. I locked my eyes on him, taking in every curve, every dip in his body. I ate the tattoos up, going up his sleeve. I wondered what they meant. They were none I had seen before, just unique and beautiful symbols. It felt like he was screaming th
I rolled away and Elio followed. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I turned around and he opened his arms and waited for me to nestle in before closing them around me as I buried my face in his chest, drifting away. I kicked and flipped the blankets away and he pulled them back, tucking them around us. He kissed my hair many times and buried his face in it. “Elio, sleep,” I groggily moaned out, sleep drawing me back into its cocoon and I was just fighting it. Elio kissed the crown of my head. “I will Principessa, sleep.” He softly assured me. I lowered my head back into the crook of his neck, finding a home, and drifted away to sleep. The monsters came in the early hours of morning but Elio was there to hold me tighter and whisper in my ear that it was all just a dream. From his voice, my nightmares turned to dreams filled with such joy. In my dream we stood in a deep dark hole yet every time I lay my eyes on him, a rainbow spread out of nowhere. All t
We woke up around ten, the best sleep of my life. Elio slipped from the bed and I was not far behind. Silence was what filled the room as I began pulling off the sheets. It was such beautiful silence with only smiles and longing eyes thrown at the other. I could not get the feeling of him sleeping on me out of my system. He took care of me in so many ways and it felt nice to feel like I was doing the same for him as silly as it seemed. I threw the other end of the sheet in the air, it flapping up to slowly flutter down and make way for Elio who stood at the other end, hair tasseled around, skin puffy. We made the bed together and it felt like making love. Elio walked to the bathroom as I put the pillows on the bed. I heard the water plop in the tub, the deepest chambers in my belly heating up and when I reached the door, it smelt so lovely. I was in for a treat with Elio waiting for my naked self. We sank into the tub together, his rock-hard chest to my bare back. Foam covered us,
Why would Elio clean when he could kiss me all day long? I was an evil minx keeping him captive until he broke free. I let him because watching him clean was a treat on it’s own. I sang every song for him because I was his cheerleader, always. “You are doing such a good job baby.” I encouraged, clapping my hands to which he turned and gave me his dark dangerous eye. If only he knew it left me all hot and bothered besides the giggling fit I was in. When he was done, the house was so clean. Even the air seemed lighter, all the doors and windows open. Even if I was the most thick-headed person, his cooking would have knocked me down into the love train, his cleaning would have finished me off. “Are you okay?” Elio asked as he washed his hands in the sink. “Never been better.” I said out and by the time he came with the glass of water for my pills, I was more than willing. I felt much better after drinking all the pills. He walked away and came carrying his laptop and a phone. The la
“I have to change.” My voice was shaky from all the crying. I was fumbling around with no direction. I stood up, Elio up next and I could see the concern. We trickled into the bedroom. “I need to prepare snacks. I have never hosted before.” I quickly said, suddenly excited to see my friend. It was then I realized my train of thought. I had a friend. I paused where I was, turning to Elio who was holding out black leggings for me. I smiled, taking them in hand and began wearing them. “You said she is clean. You ran a check on her?” I asked as Elio held out a cropped sweater which sat so well on the trim of the leggings. “Your life is always in danger now. I have to make sure everyone in your life is there for genuine reasons and I have to keep checking to make sure their intentions stay pure.” Elio explained, his eyes dead on me to watch for my reaction. I swallowed and nod my head. “I understand. At this point you know everything about her?” I asked with Elio nodding his head.
The pain in my heart, it would kill me. I heard a door open and another to be followed by silence. I was rooted, not able to move even an inch. I told myself I was numb but that was a lie. A coat was draped over my shoulders. I was cold but not for a coat. I wrapped my arms around myself, turning to Elio who had changed and I was taken back as my eyes ate him up. It should have seriously been a crime for him to wear jeans because wow. He wore a hoodie under a leather jacket, holding a cap in hand. He was surely in running for the sexiest man on the universe. Bring sexy aliens and all but he would take the crown and he was mine. All mine. I melted into his side as soon as his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly to him. Together we walked to the door which he opened and closed after us. It never even occurred to me to ask where we were going. Two guards stood outside the door looking ahead in what seemed to be a lounge. A lush white carpet stretched from each wall to the
I felt the lights then saw them. I felt as we walked through the house. I ran my hands into Elio’s hair, pulling him to me as if I wanted to infuse myself into him. His hands ran up to my waist and when he pulled back I kissed his jaw and lower to his neck. Soft music suddenly filled the house and water soon sprayed on our naked bodies. A deep shiver ran down yet not even it would tear me from my heaven. We were no longer just kissing because it felt like we were devouring each other. I felt as if he was kissing me deep into my heart. His hands tightened on my waist and I did not protest as he lifted me off. I found my footing while buried deep in his essence. He turned me around, kissing my jaw down to my neck as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. A moan pulled from the deepest hole in my core. I arched my back to him as his hand grabbed and mold my breast with such hunger. His other slid down my belly. I spread my legs for him, his dick pressed hard on my back. His hand ran dow
“Husband.” I coaxed, the car flying off the road. Wind blew through the thrown-back roof. I felt free, felt unbound, and cosmic. Elio’s groan and warning look had me giggling. I pushed off the seat, my hands moving up my thighs. I felt Elio’s eyes which made me turn my head to stare at him. His eyes couldn’t even budge as I pulled the underwear I wore down. He turned to the road for a second then back. My white lace underwear was unhooked from my feet, bringing it to my face to sniff. “Lethu bella tentatrice, per favore, ferma il mio amore.” Lethu beautiful temptress, please stop my love. He begged, pressing on the gas. The white lace flew to his lap and I watched as he pulled it up to his face, sniffing it. His eyes closed and when they opened I knew I was in for it. The car took a swerve fifteen minutes later and we were down and near the beach. I could hear the water crush. I could smell them and I could feel them already kissing my skin. We drove up a narrow tropical driveway th
I changed to my reception dress and I danced what seemed like hours with Elio. He spun me around the dance square with my smile so bright my jaw nearly dislocated. After him I danced with Salvatore. It was three full songs of him just waltzing me in his arms. “What do I call you? Sal? Big Bro? Volturi? Oohh, I like that one.” I chirped up as he spun me away only for my body to spin back into his arms. His face fell into a frown. “Do I even want to know what that is?” He questioned as I giggled. “You should watch the twilight movie and the breaking dawn movies. I promise you will like them.” I grinned, him corking a brow but then relaxed. I knew he would watch them and I wished I could see his reaction. I would pay money for it. My insides melted for the hundredth time. He picked me up, my palms on his with my whole weight on him as we turned around. As sad as it had been back then, the wedding being postponed was a blessing because there I was, dancing like a princess with the men
I knew there were over a thousand guests scattered on both sides but I could only see blurs. I heard the buzz, so many drones capturing the whole moment. I heard the weeps, the guests even more emotional. My eyes fixed further down the alter where I was going and I could not help but gasp as my vision cleared. I had last seen Elio the morning before when Salvatore and all the men took him away for a day and night to remember. He stood in his black tux looking so good. His eyes were on me, never faltering. His leg shook and I knew he was holding everything back from just weeping as I was. I was full-on crying and it was so embarrassing. By the time we reached the end I was not even sure I could stand on my own. “Who gives her away?” The officiate asked. “I do.” Mom spoke, pulling her arm from me. Elio descended down and held out his hand. Mom put my hand in his before he kissed my cheek then Elio’s. “I love you both.” She whispered and it nearly left me scattered on the floor lik
Two Months Later “Champagne?” My fifteen-year-old sister gestured, the glass filled with the sparkling liquid held out for me. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Hold it for me sis.” She turned around and I watched as she scoured the room for mother’s eyes before she quickly took a sip. It was why she took the champagne glass in the first place. I chuckled, shaking my head. About seven people ran around me, picking a certain part of the dress, pinning, or dusting something off. They were all in panic which hid my own panic. Eyes from the girls were on me as they dived in the delicates offered in the room. I folded my moist hands, eyes moving around the large room again with red the only thing I saw. Elio took it upon himself to make sure I woke up with every part of our room filled with dahlia flowers. There were boxes on boxes of red, pink and white dahlias. I blushed and nearly giggled while recalling the smell that had hit my nostrils as I came alive from dream land. My head had tu
Giving Elio his sponge bath was the highlight of my days as the week progressed along with spending some time with my mother. It was the only time where no one else occupied the room, leaving me with Elio to take care of him. It brought some light back in me. If anyone walked in they would label me crazy because the whole process was spent with me just talking his ear off or singing to him, hoping my terrible singing would wake him up. I realized just then that he was my best friend and not being able to hear his voice over the days tore me apart. I refrained from telling him about my mother and siblings because I wanted to do it when I could stare in his eyes and see him excited for me. In a span of three days I had learned so much about my mother’s life and culture. She taught me so many things and I could not wait to have cooking dates with her which we put a pin on because she and my siblings were leaving in a day. It saddened me but surely Elio and I would visit whenever we coul
Death. You can dream about it. You can talk about it. You can prepare for it but when it hits, it breaks everything in you and shows you that you can never be ready for it. Silence. A great abyss of silence. I saw them talk. I saw them walk. I saw them stand before me, eyes staring and lips moving but all I heard was silence. I curled myself in the chair, feet on the suede. A fleece blanket covered me, not sure when it was draped over but it brought me warmth. Head on my knees with my left hand holding on, afraid to let go because I was afraid that if I did then they would snatch Elio away. Internal bleeding, fractured ribs, torn muscles, ruptured spline. The list went on and on. The doctor’s words came and went as they had in the three days of my grief. A hand fell on my shoulder, my body jerking in fright, my eyes turning—red and burning. Brown eyes stared at me, never leaving. I could see the sadness, the heartache, reflecting pain I could not describe. For long minutes I jus
Mamma led us to the dining table where food lay in abundance. It seemed they had prepared a feast for Elio’s return. Mamma pulled Elio’s chair and he pulled mine back. We sat down, smiling and thanking as Mamma fussed over him, asking how he was, touching his face, kissing his cheeks, and plating his food. I took my own plate, just filing it because I was dead hungry. The few house staff stood by the door, watching and listening. Other family members, far many than those I left, took their seats. Dario stared at Elio intensely and as my eyes drifted around, Salvatore was nowhere to be seen. Irya sat on her chair, no one next to her. Three new people walked through the doors and I nearly splattered apart right there and then. My eyes went wide. Brown eyes stared back at me as if they had been waiting a lifetime to connect to mine. My world shook and crumbled all around me. I did not know if to cry, shout, jump, or just run. I felt like running, running from the truth staring right at
I don’t know when I fell asleep but I do recall hearing screams somewhere. I heard the crash of glass and I shrunk into myself before darkness engulfed me. In my dreams more trauma waited. In my dream I had been late and when I got to Eduardo he told me it was too late, that Elio had passed. The grief rocked me so hard I could feel myself shiver hard even in sleep. I tried shifting around the sheets to find warmth but none was provided. At a point I cried, weeping for my lost love and the feeling haunted me even as my eyes peeled open. My chest was so sore I couldn’t stop rubbing it. My body ached as if I had been thrown into a hurricane. The sheets were all twisted around me, some hanging to the floor. A trickle of sweat ran down my spine and instead of feeling rested, I felt as if someone murdered then brought me back to life. Movement caught my eye and that was when I saw Elio, his back turned to me. He was buttoning up his clean navy shirt, his hair combed back to perfection. Th