Damien is a bit late for dinner.But I don't care. All that matters is that he's here. And I made him roast chicken. And spaghetti. And there's also candles on the table. And a fresh bouquet of flowers with a card tucked inside it."To the best photographer I know." Damien reads as he takes a seat.Damien was wonderful at the shoot today. It takes talent and courage to take your own pictures. He was snapping and posing and then snapping and then posing. Ofcourse he had help from the other crew members but he did most of the work. For a shoot he didn't even prepare for. "Never do that again." He says coldly. "And this card is a lie so I'm going to tear it into pieces. Sorry."My stomach drops as I watch him tear it into pieces and throw them on the table.This dinner date was supposed to be perfect. Just the two of us. Sophia has been staying with Vanessa for the past few days. I thought this was the perfect time to bond as a couple. And probably do the dishes together after dinner. B
Vanessa pulls up in a big bungalow."Welcome to our studio." She swings the door open for me.She bought an entire bungalow for the sole purpose of making it a studio? She is really passionate about photography. Unlike my husband who still hasn't called or texted me.The interior is completely empty. The only thing in the room is a huge framed photograph of a lion hanging in the wall. "It's my masterpiece." She says staring at the photograph. "I took it on one of my trips to Africa. It's when I was there that I completely fell inlove with lions. Their strength. Their bravery. Their royalty. Their unity. They taught me one important lesson.""What?""In life, you have two choices." She pauses. "Grab what's yours or watch other people grab it. And that really stuck with me. It's become my life motto.""Powerful." I fake a smile.I wonder if this has anything to do with her obsession with Damien. I wonder if this is her giving me some sort of warning or threat. It definitely feels like
DAMIENI couldn't sleep last night.Not after what I did to Dani. She was so confused when I tore the card into pieces. The look on her face broke my heart. And what broke my heart even more is watching her leave the dinner table. She had cooked for me. She had set the table for me. She wanted us to celebrate my comeback to photography. But I wasn't happy about that. And I punished her for it. It was wrong to do that.And that's why I'm trying to make her forgive me. That's why I'm trying to make it up to her.I left work early. I didn't find Dani home. Just Hannah. I asked her to help me make cupcakes which are all written "Sorry".She doesn't look too happy to see me. Which is understandable. But atleast she doesn't throw all the cupcakes in my face. Instead she falls on the island and stares at them. That's a good sign."You were a complete àsshole last night." She says coldly."I agree." I nod. "I was a bad boyfriend.""I agree." She smiles."Look, I know cupcakes don't make up f
DANII'm sitting in the balcony, staring at the Eiffel tower.Growing up, Paris was all people talked about in school and in the movies and in books. It was everyone's dream destination. Just like Lana, I never got the hype. I honestly thought it was overrated until now.Paris is breathtaking. The city lights. The little cafés outside. The nice people. The curious tourists. The Eiffel tower. It literally glows at night.I feel strong big hands on my shoulder. I turn around to see Damien wrapping a warm jacket around me."Thanks." I smile. "Don't tell me I woke you.""No." Damien disappears back into the hotel room and comes back with a bottle of wine. Damien still looks exhausted from the flight. It was an eight-hour flight and we got here last evening. First thing we did is change into huge comfy t-shirts and baggy shorts. And then we slept. A lot.He comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He falls on the plush couch next to me."I'm starving." He says. "Are you starving?
"Why do you think I brought you to Paris?" Damien grins. "I want to fùck you. Hard."Damien carries me from the floor and sets me on the couch. He kneels infront of me, planting kisses on my thighs. He slowly takes off my panties and parts my legs gently. Then he digs his head between my legs. His tongue is smooth and wet on my kitty. I hold the arm of the couch tight when he starts teasing my clìt. I let out a breathless moan, looking up at the glowing lights of the Eiffel tower. I completely lose it when he digs his tongue inside me and starts stroking. I roll my eyes back, grabbing his hair in my hands. With each stroke, I get weaker and moan louder. He strokes and strokes and strokes until I reach climax.My Fùcking God.That was the most mind-blowing òrgasm I've ever had. Nothing compares to it. Nothing comes close.Damien looks up at me with a smile. He's so satisfied with himself after the euphoric ride he just gave me. And his tongue is magic. Didn't know that little organ can
We finally sit in the bathtub after a long morning of making love and eating breakfast.Damien is sitting on the opposite side, staring at me. I splash some water on him, giggling."Why are you looking at me like that?""Nothing." He smiles. "I'm just wondering how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life."I roll my eyes and splash some more water on him."No, seriously." He says. "These past two months have been the happiest for me. And it's all because of you. Waking up every morning and seeing your face. Having breakfast with you. Hearing your little laughs at dinner. That house was black and white without you. But you filled it with colour."Tears sting my eyes."Marrying you is the best thing that ever happened to me, Damien." I smile. "My life was so cold and dark but somehow, you managed to sneak some sun in. Every second of my life feels like a dream now. Look at me. Sitting in a bathtub naked. Staring at my handsome husband. Staying in a perfect pristine hotel in P
We take a walk to the upscale restaurant.The interior is vast and widely spaced with white tablecloths, immaculate service and chic decor. Music is hushed as are the conversations. We pick a table next to a large window with a lovely view of a luxurious hotel.Damien is sitting beside me.The married couple is sitting across from us, smiling at us.George and Gina. I met George at our wedding. The short guy with a shy smile. I remember him apologising for his wife's absence at the wedding. She was heavily pregnant and she couldn't really travel. But looking at his wife, she doesn't look like someone who was heavily pregnant two months ago. That flat tummy in that tiny little dress tells a different story.Gina is a brown, tall, skinny woman with perfect hair and a perfect face and a perfect body and perfect teeth. She's perfect. I wonder if George married such a gorgeous woman so he could spend all his life freezing her beauty in pictures. The menu is brought. We make our orders. Da
When we get to our suite, we fall on the couch of the balcony and sip on some wine."How long have they been together?""George and Gina?" Damien says. "Dated two years. Married eight years.""They met in college?""No." He replies. "They met after college when George moved to London. They actually met in a plane and it was love at first sight. Atleast according to George. And they've been inlove ever since.""Didn't look like it tonight." I scoff. "She kept talking to him like a child. And he just let her. The dinner was so awkward.""Sorry about the way she talked to you. We should've left.""Don't apologise. It's not your fault.""Love how you stood up to her. She'll think twice before messing with you next time.""I'm a big girl now." I pout my lips. "I can defend myself.""Do you want us to go to George's party?" He asks. "It's totally fine with me if you don't want to go.""Do you want to go?" I throw the question back at him."Nope." He sighs. "Being around Gina can be exhausti