The rest of the party went by in a blur. Roxanne sat there as they talked and laughed over her head. She continued to boil with rage. How could they do this to her? She knew Rayla would spare no expense to see her down, but she had not expected her family to side with her. She had not expected him, Jonah, to humiliate her in such a manner. When everyone ate and drank, danced and sang, she managed short smiles here and there and a few glasses of Chapman, with the few slices of cake Lancelot silently forced into her mouth. She appreciated his show of romance. At least, with the way Jonah's eyes darkened on them, she could tell he was jealous. She couldn't wait for the night to be over. "And now, for the grand event of the night! Ladies and gentlemen, sit back, relax, aww and ouuu..."The audience erupted into laugher, interrupting Jonah's best man. A man Roxanne knew as his roommate during Jonah's college days. "...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their
Alas! It was over, all of it. She catwalked back to the head table, even as the smile she forced at her sister and Jonah disappeared from her face. She needed two things; lots of drinks, and a taxi to get the hell out of here. She walked steadily, her head held high, chin and shoulders up. She would never look down again, ever. She arrived at the head table, picked a bottle of champagne and excused herself. She was going to find a corner and drink herself to stupor. She walked towards the exit of the room and found a stool there. With a weak smile, she fell on it, still clutching the champagne bottle in her hands. Luckily, it had already been open, but was more full than empty. She pressed the lid to her lips and took her first gulp. Fuck all of them, she thought. She would make lemonades out of the bitter lemons they served her today, she would make sure of it. Halfway into the bottle and ten curse words later, she caught sight of a familiar male figure heading towards her.
'Fuck it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. If he had thought he felt fire burn through him the first time her hands brushed against his, then this right now was hell itself. His lips were tangled with hers. He kissed, sucked on her lower lip, bit it occasionally. Everytime Roxanne moaned against his lips, Lancelot felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him like she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Roxanne's polished fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses travelled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked and sucked the lobe of her ear softly. Roxanne moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for
The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes admist the darkness, the calm waves of sleep washing over him as he took deep breaths in and out. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing around him, besides darkness and a vast body of water. Lancelot froze with cold and fear. The darkness terrified him, the body of water he found himself sink in frightened him to death. He began to struggle, flapping his hands and legs to make it to the surface of the water. Suddenly, he felt someone touch his feet. Lancelot looked behind him. He saw his face, Bran. Bran had a reassuring smile on his face. A smile that seemed to say "everything would be okay."For a moment, there was hope. His brother would save him now. Nothing of that sort happened. Lancelot continued to feel himself sink deeper and deeper into the water. He looked beneath him again, Bran was nowhere to be found. Why? Where did he go? Fear fell upon him with brute force again. Lancelot had to reach the surface, there w
He was now awake. Still, he continued to toss and turn from one end of the bed to another, fighting to get his sleep back. From the beam of the sun rays that escaped through the window and hit his face, Lancelot could tell that it was already day break. Yet, it felt to him as though he had just only slept. His mind drifted off to the events of the previous night. He thought of it all; getting ready for the strange woman's sister's wedding party. He saw himself sit next to the her, he saw himself get swept off his mind and his feet by her skilled and free spirited craftsmanship with the piano, he saw himself rush to her, seize a bottle in her hands and put her in his car. When he recalled himself being tangled in the sheets with her and Ziko marking her, his eyelids flew open immediately. What had he done?! His gaze greeted the chandelier hanging on the roof above him. If he hadn't been so tense, he would have taken time to appreciate it's beauty, but it wasn't time to do so now.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." Emily said aloud, drawing the duvet away from Roxanne's body. Roxanne's eyes narrowed at her best friend and flatmate. She placed the half eaten burger down in the saucer that sat at her feet and turned to Emily again. "What is it this time?" Roxanne groaned, sad that she had been interrupted from eating the one thing that cured her minor depression; hamburger and so much cheese. "Don't tell me you intend to spend the rest of the day eating burger and watching..." Emily's eyes drifted to the laptop screen in front of Roxanne. She scoffed and tore her eyes away from it. "... what's that? Real housewives of Atlanta?" "It reminds me that people have more tragedy going on in their lives than I do." Roxanne murmured sadly, pouting as she did so. Emily's eyes softened at her friend's expression. The annoyance in her stare dissolved into concern and unconditional love as she climbed into the bed beside Roxanne. Emily looked over at her best
Roxanne ran past the hospital doors, looking twice as crazy as the crazy jeans she was putting on. Frantic, she rushed to the reception table. A black lady in red looked up at her. Roxanne forced herself to steady her breath before speaking. "I'm Roxanne..." She paused. "Roxanne Harvey, my sister... My sister Rayla Harvey... Sorry, Rayla Rivers was rushed in here this morning... Complications with..." She was struggling to breathe and talk at the same time. The lady continued to stare at her, trying to piece her words together. "Roxy!" Roxanne heard her mother's familiar high pitched voice call out to her. Immediately, she turned to the direction of the voice. Sarah stood there on tears, her arms folded across her chest. Roxanne abandoned her introduction with the woman at the reception and rushed to her mother. Sarah broke down crying in her daughter's arms. "Mum, what's going on?" Roxanne asked, looking over her mother's shoulder for more of their family members, before her
His mother had asked him to come on Tuesday, so Tuesday it was. After two unsuccessful days of searching for Roxanne, Lancelot resigned to fate with anger and vengeance in his heart. He was going to go back to London, but he swore that whenever he came back, he would find her and make her pay for humiliating him. No matter the cost or time it took. It was exactly 7am when Lancelot and Peter boarded the first class flight from New York, America, to London, England. All through the flight, Lancelot could think of nothing besides the violet eyed American woman and all the drama waiting for him at home. "...with all that's going on here..." His mother had said. Just what was she up to again? At exactly 2:15pm, Lancelot's plane touched down London. There was a car waiting for them at the airport. Lancelot recognised his father's limosine by the Dankworth name engraved in silver above the plate number. He scoffed, his father had always been one to announce himself. Perhaps, it was be