Lorraine Lebedeva
I took a deep breath. "There's something I have to tell you."
Father's smile faded when he noticed I wasn't smiling. "What is it sweetheart?" he asked.
I placed my hands on the table, Father wrapped his hands around mine giving it a comforting squeeze.
His eyes met mine and I looked away.
I don't have the heart to look him in the eye. I chew the inside of my cheek.
My palms are starting to get sweaty. I'm nervous, I have no idea how he will react to this.
Before I could speak, fathers phone vibrated on the table. He read the ID caller then shifted his attention back to me.
"It's important," he spoke with guilt. I sighed letting go of his hands. I put on my best smile, nodding my head up and down as I tugged a few strands of my hair behind my ear.
"This will only take a minute."
He picked up his phone hence stood up then he walked out of the restaurant. He mouthed sorry.
I sighed.
Should I tell him?
Not sure, half of me wants to inform father about this but the other half wants me to continue this 'thing'.
Raphael has this thing that always wants me to go back. When I'm around him it's like he has control over me even if he hasn't said anything nor touched me. All he has to do is look at me and I'll simply become weak in the knees.
I play with the fork in front of me and look around the restaurant.
Everything seems normal just people eating and talking but it's like I'm being watched.
I always have this feeling that I'm being watched whenever I'm out. Either it's true or I'm just being paranoid.
My phone pings notifying me that I have a new message. I pick my phone up and read the text message.
It's from Haletta, she saw the restaurant guys today and asked them out for dinner. They agreed but they want me to come as well.
Why would they want me?
I answered back saying that I'll call her once I reach my room. She replied okay.
A couple of minutes have passed since I was just me waiting for my father.
A male worker approached me with the menu. "Bonjour mademoiselle êtes-vous prête à prendre votre commande?" The waiter questioned politely. { French translation: Hello miss, are you ready to take your order? }
He handed me the menu and my mouth watered as I read it. Everything sounded tasty.
After a minute of me deciding on what I should get, I finally made up my mind. "J'aurai les croissants au beurre français avec des fruits s'il vous plaît et une limonade à la fraise." Smiling politely, I handed him back the menu. { French translation: I'll have the French butter croissants with fruits please and a strawberry lemonade. }
"Oh, et il y aura une autre personne à commander, il est juste à l'extérieur en train de prendre un appel." I informed the waiter he replied with a genuine smile and walked away. { French translation: Oh, and there'll be another person to order, he's just outside taking a call. }
I unlocked my phone and began to scroll through pictures as I waited for father and my food.
Seven minutes have passed.
I lifted my head when I saw the waiter bringing my food. My stomach growled when I saw the food approach.
The waiter gently placed the hot plate on the table with my lemonade. Father walked in and he looked upset.
He sat down and the waiter handed him the menu.
My mouth watered instantly.
The food looks too good to eat. The croissants were fresh and hot as the steam-filled my nose. and the fruits were freshly cut as its juices were slowly oozing down the hot croissant. It's drizzled with honey and a bit of sugar powder.
I was so busy admiring the food that I didn't notice that my father was talking to me. I looked up, pressing my lips together as I raised my brows.
He chuckled deeply. "I was asking what you were going to tell me before we were interrupted." He asked with his deep voice.
Picking different fruits with the fork I shoved them into my mouth and chewed. Trying to avoid the question.
He waited for me to finish chewing.
I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Uhm...we-we should do this more often. I like hanging out with you." I mumbled.
He cutely pouted. "I love spending time with you sweetheart but you know I'm-"
"-Always busy." I mocked him, rolling my eyes.
He chuckled as he removed his jacket and his right arm tattoos were exposed. "Father." I warned.
Father isn't allowed to show off his tattoos while we're on vacation/business trips there could be someone watching us soon they will notice his tattoos and that will lead to chaos. "Relax princess."
I ate a couple of fruits and a bite of my croissant.
This food was amazing.
"How are the girls?" Father raised a question. I brought my lips to the rim of the glass and slowly drank the refreshing liquid.
"They are good, when will you visit them?" I questioned placing the glass back down.
Father sighed then smiled awkwardly showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. "Not sure," he replied honestly.
Moments of silence and the waiter from earlier finally brought father's order.
He ordered bouillabaisse and red wine, mother's favorite dish.
It's just lunch, he doesn't have to be fancy. I thought to myself.
He scooped a spoon full of the stew and slowly blew it then ate it.
"Hmm, just like how she makes it," he mumbled to himself. "But your mother makes it better."
I smiled and continued
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Lorraine LebedevaI sat there as I watched Haletta and the others play in the pool. The sun was hot, sparkling off the blue water as Haletta emerged from the pool. The water ran down her shoulders all the way to her long toned legs, her hair slicked back and her make-up still in place.How the hell does she manage to look like a hot super-model while coming out of the pool like those girls in the Hollywood movies.I get out of the pool like I'm in a war zone holding on to the edges of the pool as if my life depends on it with my hair looking like I was having hardcore sex underwater and don't get me started on the makeup.My gaze flicked to Raphaël across the yard, he sat on his chair with his legs spread wide open. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he went through his phone. He only had on black joggers and a white vest that hugged his flat stomach. Light stubble covered his jaw. His dark hair looked messy and fluffy as it kissed his forehead. I wanted to run
Lorraine LebedevaHe pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it on the couch beside him. My bare chest was exposed to him. “Cazzo.” He groaned. I breath against his lips, but all my thoughts vanished when he kneeled in front of me as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my pants down my slim hips. I step out of it still wearing my black boots. Raphaël placed his hands beside my hips, his head tilted back with desire. I glanced at him with hooded eyes. He clenches my pink lace panties between his teeth. I watch him as he slides them down my legs. His hands gripped low on my ass and I gasped when his fingers brushed my clit, teasing my entrance. “Fuck red, your wet.” He groaned. I tensed when his fingers began to rub against me. Biting my lip I run my fingers through Raphaël’s soft hair. I was caught off guard when Raphaël picked me up then placed me on the couch. He kneeled between my legs, spreading them apart.“Tell me to stop and I will.” I nodded my head and he grinned as h
Lorraine LebedevaI can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about him. This is not how I imagined my stay here in Paris would turn out. I informed Aunt Nadine that Haletta would be staying with me for the night, she didn’t mind. It’s currently 21:30 pm and I still haven’t informed my father that I want to go home. Should I tell him over text or in person? Maybe in person it would be better. I sighed as I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I don’t know much about Raphaël. No scratch that I barely know the man. Yet I want him, all to myself. I chuckled to myself. Since when did I become possessive over a man?I didn’t know older men were my type. I’m turning nineteen in two months and I thought I would find a twenty year old man but no, I'm going crazy over a man who’s almost thirty… People really do change. I hopped off my bed, headed straight for the door. I opened my door and made my way to my fathers room. I hope he's there. When I finally reach
Lorraine LebedevaI woke up to the sound of banging. I squinted my eyes when the sunlight blinded me, I groaned and grabbed my phone on the night stand, I switched it on and checked the time it read 09:12 am. “Lorraine!” I hear Haletta call out from the hallway. I rolled my eyes then covered my face with the blanket. I’m still angry at her. “Lora, please open the door!” I lie on the bed, perfectly still as I wait for Haletta to go away. Five minutes have past and she’s still at the door. I mumble something under my breath and finally decide to open the door for her. I stretched my arms out as I menderd my way to the door, I yawned tiredly and opened the door to find Haletta standing there as she wore a Split Hem Tartan Bodycon Dress and black sneakers.I noticed that she had a pink box in her hand. She smiled weakly. “Morning.” She greeted me. “What?” I declared. “Can I come inside, I bought your favorite cupcakes.” I raised a brow. “Blueberry.” She noted. I opened the do
Lorraine Lebedeva An ugly feeling crept up my spine and through my body. Aunt Nadine and Haletta were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. When we arrived here I could sense that my father was uncomfortable. Probably because Aunt Nadine looked like she was going out on a fancy date just to impress my father. I questioned Haletta, why her mother is wearing all fancy, she simply shrugged. It gave me second hand embarrassment; we were all wearing casual clothes except for her. “Did you have fun with Haletta?” My father’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I caught his gaze and said. “Yes, we did.” He nodded and proceeded to play with the fork in front of me. I felt guilty because my father is putting himself in an uncomfortable position just for me. I opened my mouth to talk but closed it again when Haletta entered the room with bowls of salad and bread. She set the bowls on the table and took a seat beside me. “My mom will be done in a minute.” Haletta informed my father. He n
Raphael Romano “Mr. Romano, we will be l-landing in an h-hour.” The flight attendant stammered.We left France an hour ago, I received a call from my father saying I am needed back in Italy.Nodding, I rested my head on the chair and watched the moron as he poured me a glass of whiskey.I narrowed my eyes as the guy couldn’t pour the whiskey right.Marcello glared at the flight attendant, ready to beat the shit out of him. I snatched the bottle from his hands.“I’m sor-”“Don’t say sorry.” I said in a low hiss. “Leave us.” Marcello groaned.His eyes widened and he stepped back then walked away.“As I was saying…” Marcello trailed off. “We know the little princess is easy to manipulate and surprisingly has not informed her father about the two of you.”I hummed and poured myself a glass of whiskey.“She is a feisty one.” I simply said.And naughty.“It will be easy to play her.” Marcello stated, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.I played with the rim of the glass, a small sarcastic