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The Tale Not Old As Time 40 “Amidst The Chaos”
Forty F L O R E N C E Chaos lived up to his name, his presence as chaotic as his persona. His gaze, intense and unwavering, was fixed on me, drawing me into his orbit. His large, warm hands shielded my ears from the deafening music, creating a small, intimate space amidst the chaos. The VIP Group rooms on the second floor, while offering a degree of privacy, could not completely shield us from the noise emanating from the first floor. The rhythmic bass pulsed through the walls, a constant reminder of the raucous party taking place beyond our sanctuary.“Let’s head out?” Chaos mouthed to me and enunciated the words clearly.With my ears throbbing in pain, I could only nod in response to Chaos’ words. The incessant noise was unbearable, and I desperately needed relief. Without hesitation, I removed my hearing aid, hoping to alleviate the discomfort.Chaos, ever observant, seemed to understand my silent plea. His hand, warm and comforting, reached out and gently guided me away from th
The Tale Not Old As Time 41 “Protect”
Forty-One Breaking the tense silence, Florence inquired, “So, why are you hiding behind this facade?” She gazed at him, her eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of challenge.Chaos looked at me as he finished his burger and asked back, “I’m protecting myself, Florence.”Florence couldn’t help but laugh softly under her breath, “What’s a billionaire playboy have to protect?”A knowing smirk played on his lips as he averted his gaze towards the other cars in the parking lot. “We all have secrets, Florence,” he murmured, his voice low and enigmatic. “Dark secrets or stories that we bury deep within ourselves, fearing the consequences of their exposure.” His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the hidden depths of human nature.Florence nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I suppose,” she replied, her thoughts drifting to her own hidden past.There were secrets she carried, buried deep within her heart, wounds that had yet to heal despite the years it had passed. She kne
The Tale Not Old As Time 42 “The Forbidden Connection”
Forty-TwoChaos’ eyes held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. He was drawn to Florence, captivated by her intelligence, her spirit, and her unwavering resolve.Florence was torn. Completely and absurdly for the first time in his life. Despite her reservations, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Chaos. His charisma, his intelligence, and his intensity were intoxicating. Yet, she knew that he was a man of many conquests, a player who thrived on the thrill of the chase. She feared that she was merely another conquest of his, a fleeting infatuation to be discarded when his interest waned.Confused and unsettled, Florence asked, “What do you truly want from me, Chaos?” Her voice was soft, yet firm, as she sought clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. She yearned for honesty, for a genuine connection, but she was wary of the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior.Chaos’ voice, usually so smooth and confident, now held a raw vulnerability.
The Tale Not Old As Time 43 “Woman”
Forty-ThreeFlorence, her face stinging from the slap, felt a surge of anger and humiliation. She had been reduced to a mere possession, a pawn in Heath’s twisted game but she was after all paid as a trophy wife. The anger that surged within her was quickly suppressed, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. She knew her place, she understood the terms of the contract. For now, she would endure the first time abuse, biding her time until she could break free from the gilded cage.Florence, her voice steady, replied, “I do not know what you are talking about, Heath.” She tried to maintain her composure, her mind racing as she searched for a way to defuse the situation. While she had spent time with Chaos, their interactions had been platonic, devoid of any physical intimacy. They held hands but that was because he pulled her out of the club which was hurting her ears. She had crossed no lines, no boundaries. All she did was just talk with Chaos. Yet, she knew that Heath would never
The Tale Not Old As Time 44 “Prisoner”
Forty-FourFlorence was shocked and appalled by Heath’s sinister plan. She could not believe that the man she had married contractually was capable of such cruelty. She knew very well from the start that Heath was a man obsessed with his reputation. He was willing to sacrifice her happiness and well-being to satisfy his own ego. She realized that she had underestimated the depths of his depravity. His obsession with power and control had clouded his judgment, turning him into a dangerous and manipulative force. Florence knew she had to be careful, to play her cards right. She could not let Heath’s twisted plan consume her life.Florence’s voice trembled as she struggled to comprehend Heath’s sinister plan because she did not want to do it at all. “What are you saying?” she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t believe that the man she had married was capable of such a cruel and manipulative scheme.“For God’s sake Florence,” Heath exclaimed, his voice laced with frustrat
The Tale Not Old As Time 45 “Leap”
Forty-FiveDays turned into weeks, and Florence remained haunted by Heath's sinister plan but with her distance from the busy Chaos who was out of the country for months now, . She was torn between her loyalty to Heath since she owed him money, and her growing affection for Chaos was also making it more difficult. Chaos, with his kindness and respect, had awakened a part of her that she thought was long gone, a sense of caring and compassion towards another human. When her family died, she lost her ability to care for another person. She was conflicted, caught between duty as a trophy wife who needed to seduce another man.Chaos glanced up from his laptop, his gaze drawn towards her. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he noticed the melancholy in her eyes. She was engrossed in her own work, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. A sense of empathy washed over him as he observed her, a silent understanding of the weight she carried.“Am I boring you?” He asked Florence.Her f
The Tale Not Old As Time 46 “Intentions”
Forty-SixFlorence hesitated, torn between her desire and her fear. She wanted to spend time with Chaos, to explore the connection they had formed. However, she was wary of the potential consequences. She knew that her involvement with Chaos could jeopardize her fragile peace, and could expose her to danger. The thought of Chaos discovering the truth about her marriage, about Heath’s sinister plan, filled her with dread. She didn't want him to see her as a deceitful, manipulative woman. She wanted him to see her for who she truly was, a woman caught in a web of lies and deceit, desperate to break free.Florence gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes drawn to the elegant little black dress that clung perfectly to her curves which had puffed off-shoulders. The minimalist jewelry and sleek heels complemented the outfit perfectly. Her light gray eyes and honey blonde hair provided a striking contrast to the dark ensemble, creating a captivating image. As she admired her reflect
The Tale Not Old As Time 47 “Safe Haven”
Forty-SevenThe man’s gaze, filled with disdain, swept and glued over Florence. He knew cheap when he saw one, and Florence, to him, was unworldly cheap. His eyes lingered on her simple dress and modest jewelry, a silent judgment of her social status. He saw her as a complete outsider, an intruder in their exclusive world.The man’s gaze, filled with contempt, swept over Florence. “What are you doing here?” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “What’s a lost deaf woman like you doing here?” He snickered while shaking his head and found Florence looking out of place. “Looking for a nightclub? Well, you have come to the wrong place, dear.” His tone was condescending, his words a clear indication of his superiority.Florence felt a familiar sting of humiliation. She had faced similar insults before, her disability often used as a weapon to wound her self-esteem. The world, with its cruel indifference, had taught her to endure such awful treatment. Yet, the pain still cut deep, a
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The Tale Not Old As Time 68 “Air”
Sixty-EightThe following hours after the cemetery, as promised, Chaos took Florence to a pottery studio. The warm, earthy scent of clay filled the air as they settled into their respective workstations. Chaos, with his long, slender fingers, effortlessly shaped the clay, his movements graceful and precise. Florence, initially hesitant, soon found herself engrossed in the process and found the whole experience relaxing but at the same time challenging for someone who never had tried this before. The feel of the cool, pliable clay beneath her hands was strangely soothing.As they worked, they chatted, their laughter filling the quiet studio. Chaos, ever the gentle teacher, guided Florence through the intricate process, his patience and encouragement inspiring her. Together, they created a series of unique pieces, a testament to their shared creativity.Later, as they sat by the kiln, watching the flames dance and flicker, Florence felt a sense of peace despite the muddy dirt on their
The Tale Not Old As Time 67 “Someone Who Loved Her”
Sixty-SevenA cold wind swept through the cemetery, rustling the leaves of the ancient trees. Raindrops began to fall, a mournful drizzle that seemed to blend seamlessly with the somber atmosphere. The sky was a bleak gray, mirroring the melancholy mood of the occasion.Florence and Chaos stood by the graves, their silhouettes etched against the gloomy backdrop. The drizzle fell gently, a somber melody that accompanied their silence as he made sure he was there for her. Florence, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and remembrance, placed a bouquet of lilies on the three graves in front of them. The white flowers, symbols of purity and innocence, contrasted starkly against the dark earth.Chaos, sensing her sorrow, reached out and took her hand. His touch was comforting, a silent promise of support even if he wanted to ask her, he tried not to, for now. Even if he was shocked that she was bringing him here, he chose not to say anything and just to comfort her. They stood there f
The Tale Not Old As Time 66 “The Joyful Sound”
Sixty-SixAs Florence laughed, a joyful sound that filled the room, Chaos could not help but smile as he watched her smile and laugh which made her more endearing towards her. He loved the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way her cheeks dimpled. Her laughter was like music to his ears, a melody that soothed his soul. Chaos smiled at her, “I love your smile and laugh, keep it.” He said as he kissed her left cheek then her right cheek causing her to smile wider as his hand was resting against the side of her neck.Florence smiled back, her heart filled with warmth. “Thank you,” she whispered. She felt a sense of peace and contentment that she had not experienced in a long time. As they walked towards the bedroom, Chaos noticed Florence was struggling with the stairs. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs dangling effortlessly. She giggled, her face flushed with surprise and amusement. “You are so strong,” she teased, her voice light and playful.Chaos grinned
The Tale Not Old As Time 65 “Breathless And Dazed”
Sixty-FiveFlorence, breathless and dazed, pulled away from the kiss, felt her cheeks burning like wildfire dancing in a rainforest. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the intensity of the moment. She breathed heavily, after all, she just had her first kiss in twenty-two years of existence and she did not hesitate it or hate it at all. He looked at her, and it had been a long time since he had this kind of kiss before. He leaned in again, and kissed her lips once more as she kissed him back right away as their lips moved, her arms slowly moved on their own as she wrapped them around his neck. He pulled her closer to his chest, their bodies flushed against each other, as his huge hands were gripped tightly on her waist, but he was not hurting her. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. She pulled away again, but he hungrily whispered, “One more…” He begged as he leaned in and kissed her lips once again while she kissed him back.A
The Tale Not Old As Time 64 “Calm But Serious”
Sixty-FourAfter dinner, they cleaned up together, a simple act that brought them closer. As they washed the dishes, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. Later, they curled up on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. The soft glow of the fireplace created a warm and inviting atmosphere.As they sipped their wine, they talked about their hopes and aspirations. Florence shared her dream of opening a school for children with disabilities, while Chaos spoke of his plans for his company. Their conversation was a beautiful blend of dreams and reality, a testament to the power of human connection.“Florence?” His tone was calm but serious.She looked back at him, “Hmm?”“Would it be okay if I asked how you ended up with Heath?” Chaos inquired, his voice gentle. “I am not trying to pry, I am just curious. You do not have to answer if you are not comfortable.”Florence weakly smiled, but it was not an intentional smile of being happy. Yet, she answered,
The Tale Not Old As Time 63 “Forcing A Happy Smile”
Sixty-ThreeFlorence slipped into the lingerie, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The lace underwear, while beautiful, was a bit tighter than she was used to. She glanced in the mirror, her eyes widening as she realized the revealing nature of the laced thong. She had not worn anything like this in years, and suddenly, she felt self-conscious and exposed.“Wow.” Florence gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. The lingerie, while elegant, accentuated her curves in a way she had never experienced before. Her breasts, usually modest and understated, were lifted and supported, creating a silhouette that was both alluring and empowering. She could not believe how different she looked, how confident she felt.When she slipped on the beautiful and really soft dress, she stood before the mirror inside of Chaos’ bathroom mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the fragile woman she had been just a few days ago. Dressed in a sleek, body-hugging yellow dress that accentuated her curves
The Tale Not Old As Time 62 “White”
Sixty-TwoChaos gently cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. “Why don’t you take a long, warm bath?” he suggested softly, his voice filled with concern. “You just graduated college and you should be proud of yourself. We should be celebrating and not crying.” Florence looked up at Chaos, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked back at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew he was trying to help, to ease her pain. “I just… I am so tired,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I am tired of everything in my life right now. I’m tired of always getting hurt.” She closed her eyes, the warmth of his touch a comforting balm. Chaos pulled her into a gentle embrace. “You deserve to be happy.” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.Florence’s voice, barely a whisper, trembled as she confessed, “I do not know how to live for myself anymore. My entire life has been a relentless battle. I am constantly fighting, struggling, just to survive. I am
The Tale Not Old As Time 61 “Barely Audible”
Sixty-OneChaos gently wiped away her tears. “You have me,” he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sobbed, her voice barely audible. “I just want it all to end.” She was not seeking pity, but simply pouring out her heart, a raw and vulnerable display of her pain. “I don’t want to live anymore.” She cried as more tears fell over her cheeks.“Don’t say that,” Chaos replied, his voice gentle as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have to live for yourself, not for anyone else. Just tell me what happened. Please? Let me help you. What has he been doing to you?”“I don’t need your pity.” She barked. “I am not pitying you, Florence,” Chaos replied gently. “I care about you. I want to help you.”Florence shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she covered her eyes with her hands. “You won’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by her hands. “No one does. No one will.” Her words echoed the depths of her despair, a cry for
The Tale Not Old As Time 60 “Downcast”
SixtyShe woke up with a throbbing pain in her eye. She was lying on the cold, hard floor, the shattered pieces of glass scattered around her. The dried remains of last night’s dinner were a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded. She gingerly touched her eye, wincing at the pain. The bruise was already starting to form, a dark mark of the abuse she had endured. After she took a shower, Florence stared at her reflection in the mirror, her heart was immensely heavy with sorrow and shame of what she had been going through in her life. A dark bruise marred her eye, a very strong reminder of the violence that she had endured. She could not believe that Heath had resorted to such brutality for the second time, that he had shattered the fragile peace once again that they had once shared.Florence cursed under her breath as she applied makeup to conceal the bruise around her eye. She was running late for the ceremony, and the pain in her eye was throbbing. She rushed through her m
