The painting was surreal, so beautiful and yet a hidden meaning. I didn't know much about art but I always had a fair share of admiring pieces. Some of them were in my own house but I couldn't believe how talented she was. No wonder if we let women free, they can do extraordinary things. I changed my suit and wore the comfy crinkled button down shirt along with a trouser. I was drying my hair with a towel when she came into the room, still dressed in that paint tainted summer dress. I watched as she took out her dress and made her way towards the bathroom, ignoring my presence but her shoulders tense. I made my way downstairs to have dinner when I found Polly placing the platters in the dining hall. "Who made dinner today?" I asked her because I was already getting used to her taste. "Miss Camellia, she made everything up and I helped her" Polly told me as she settled the last platter in the middle. "I'll be in the living room, call me when Camellia will be down here" I informed
What was happening to me?His hands were so magical as they did things to me. His mouth tasted of tobacco and spices as I let him touch me. Last night was havoc but now i could feel myself craving for that ecstatic pleasure which opens the door to my darkest fantasies. Although it felt wrong to my mind because I didn't like him but his touch was soft and gentle. Ravishing my mouth, he moved on to my neck and then peppering kisses all over my chest as he slid the shoulder down, along with the strap of my bra. I held my eyes closed because I didn't want to see his face. I knew the moment I looked in his eyes, my fantasy would be shattered because I will be jerked back to reality and might resist him. So I let the pleasure come my way as he gave my each bosom equal attention. Sucking the nipples and moulding them until they were red. His teeth clamping my nipples between as he teased me with his tongue. And I was already on the verge. His other hand travelled down and lifted the skirt
It was happening! The thing which I was afraid of. I knew from the very first day that I was attracted to her but the attraction blooming into something else was off my list. I have been hurt before, I let my heart shatter into pieces before, it was still wounded and I just managed to live with it. But I won't let her heal it and then stab it again until I couldn't even bear with the pain anymore. I saw the nervousness in her eyes when I tried to initiate the first step. I'm aware that she hates me and it's better to let it be like this. But something in my heart clicked when she did that, a tinge of pain maybe?I went back to bed and settled on my side. I felt the bed sinking on the other side when she came out and laid beside me. "I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry" I mumbled after a long moment of solitude between us. I felt her head jerking in my direction at my words but she didn't say a word. I turned my head towards her and found her staring at me. Her eyes held so man
I had a terrific nightmare in which I saw that the woman named "Didi" again snatched me away from Arnold this time. He was trying to help me but he couldn't because there was that goon of Didi who shot him twice. And he fell down and I'm afraid he was dead. This was the most horrible thing for me, my biggest fear of getting back to the brothel. And when I woke up, finally broke from the dream I expected him by my side. But he was nowhere to be seen, I checked my bathroom and downstairs like a maniac. But he was nowhere, the house was empty. And my guts didn't give me good feelings. I almost thought that my nightmare might've come true. I cried so bad in fear that my limbs were even frozen. My mind was in a haze and I couldn't think straight. The only person I wanted right by my side was Arnold. I couldn't calm down before seeing him. In all these months of our marriage, he never left me alone like this. It was around 06:00 am when I woke up and it was very early for him to leave for
We soon landed in Paris and it was around midnight. My chauffeur dropped us to our hotel where I already booked a room beforehand. I had my meeting early tomorrow morning and I planned to spend the rest of the remaining days with her, roaming around the city. Although it was a short trip, I was glad that I finally had a moment to take a break and breathe. Moreover Camellia never had the chance of going on a honeymoon as I was not a very responsible husband. We checked into our room and the bellboy placed the luggage inside. It was a well designed suite room with its luxurious structure. No wonder Jonas did a good job at his work. Camellia was stunned with the interior and it was impossible for her to hide her surprised eyes. A satisfaction crept into my veins when I realised that she actually liked it. She opened the luggage and started placing the clothes in the wardrobe. "You can do it in the morning, we have enough time" I suggested because it was late at night and it was better
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o