WILLOW"Let's go shopping," Luciano says casually as he steps out of the car. He does not even give me the avenue to ask questions as he walks fast in front of me. Luckily, there are no media personnel around and he makes it inside safely."Luciano?!" I shriek and follow him. He isn't even a but gentlemanly. We are in the city of Paris, a ciryy if love and culture. He could have at least been romantic!I enter the boutique and I find Luciano already ordering things. It is as if he had already made preparations for it because I see the attendants flicking around him in respect and smiling at him."What are we shopping for?" I ask as I stand beside him. The attendants flock around me and I hear them great me in french. I bow my head to them and I tug at Luciano's shirt."Don't worry, we will not waste time here. I am only here to pick something I had ordered prior to our landing, Willow," he says to me. He continues talking to the attendants and they start bringing huge boxes to him and
WILLOWMy first thought is to call the security because I expect a bomb inside. There is no telling what my enemies are trying to concoct against me. But I try not to over react.I take matters into my own hands and i start by kicking the package with my feet and it does not blow up. I let out a sigh of relief and I pick up the package reluctantly. I tear open the box and a gold necklace and a brown note falls from it. I pick it up from the floor an it had my name boldly written on and I check the brown note on the floor."I notice you don't really like big things so I got you something to your fitting. It would look pretty on you, make sure you wear it this time because I spent a ton on this little thing you are seeing," The note says and there is no sender details. The person that sent the know obviously knows me to some extent. An ordinary stalker will not behave with such familiarism.But Kenzo would have put his name, so what is going on? Who is this person? Perhaps a stalker? I
WILLOWI slowly open my eyes and I see that sunlight is already creeping in behind the curtain. I toss and turn on the bed and I notice that there is too much turning space for me.Luciano is not on the bed and I figured he is probably ready. I stand up and look at the corner of the bed. There is orange juice at the table and a few cookies on a plate. From the looks of it, I see that it is Luciano that will do something like that. I go to the plate and I pick up a cookie and take a tiny bite and gulp down mist of the juice down my throat. Compared to our own country's juice, theirs is quite mild on the tongue.I drop the cookie and the glass and I go and take my bath. I come out of the bathroom when I am done and I dey myself with the towel. Luciano is still not in the room and I proceed to lock the door.No way I am letting him meet me naked in the room.After an hour I dress up in warm clothes and open the curtains. The room is sparkling clean, courtesy of the set of maids. The sno
WILLOWThose blue eyes reminded me of the thief from that night, my face goes pale and the blue eyed boy holds me thinking i am about to fall down. My heartbeat quickens, each thud echoing the growing intensity of my apprehension. The air feels heavier, as if infused with the weight of my anxieties. I trace the source of my fear, but it eludes definition, a shape-shifting specter that refuses to be named. My hands, once steady, betray the turmoil within. Fingers tremble slightly as I try to grasp onto something tangible, something to anchor me in this sea of uncertainty.Yet, the fear seems to seep into my very bones, rendering me powerless against its encroachment."Are you okay?" He asks and Luciano moves me closer to him. He eyes the boy and a face I have never seen before takes hold on Luciano's face."You don't know me?" I ask and he nods his head."You are mistaking me for someone else," He says and I hear his French accent. "Oh, I am terribly sorry, I thought you were someone
WILLOW"Alright everyone, the night was lovely and I couldn't have done it all without you all, but tonight we have a lot of special guests from different places around his here with us to celebrate our annual two pairs ice skating," She says and I stare at the Dani. "From your blue eyes I can tell you are one of the special guests," I say to him and he chuckles. "You are not completely french either, meaning you didn't grow up here, you were born somewhere English and your french English accent is something you learnt in order to fit in with the rest, it is proper if I was in your shoes I would probably do the same," I say and he look at me impressed."Somebody's degree in school did not waste," He says and I chuckle."But tell me Why do you say so?" He asks and I shrug. "Your perfect blue eyes. So eye issues it shows it was properly taken care of , and your skin, it says a lot," I say and he smiles."Soon they would soon start giving honours, I have to be on the other seat Becaus
Willow.I rub my hands together as luciano releases his hands around my waist. “Where did you get the necklace then?” He asks as he turns his entire body in front of me.He is going to the mad, I know he hates it when I lie to him.“Marcus, he gave me the necklace to wear, I didn’t want to tell you he was the one so you wouldn't get mad,” I explain to him.“I have worked with Marcus before, he knows I am married to you so why would he do something like that?” Luciano asks as he runs his hands in his hair. “Marcus has the money to pick anyone he wants to pick, he has everything he needs I don’t see why he should be following you? There has to be more to this,” Luciano says as he rubs his hands together. At least he isn’t mad that I didn’t tell him.“Now, we know who the blue eyed intruder is,” I say as he heaved a sigh.“I will try to get a word with him, for now let’s just try to find a way to forget about everything, put him in our past,” He says as he takes my hands in his. He
WILLOWThe icy air fills my lungs as I grab on to Luciano, the only thing I can hear is my loud yelling and the wind dancing past my ear. I feel alive like a happy child, the feeling is strange, dangerous and exciting. Not even a single groan left Luciano mouth as the ride went back down. I close my eyes as the air pushes by my hair as we move back down in full speed.This is already my tenth ride of the night. we reach below and my head feels light. It takes me a few seconds before I can get myself to rise from my chair.I still had a killer hold on Luciano’s hands. He glances at me and he chuckled.“Your hair looks like you have just been fucked in the worst way possible,” He rakes his eyes above my head before he moves his fingers on top of it.He tries to fix it up with his hands but the slight puff of hair makes his obvious that his attempt’s were futile. “Well at least the sex looks mild,” He smirks annoyingly and I roll my eyes at him.“You bought me here,” I say.“Stop whin
WILLOWWe were back from France, although I didn’t want the experience to end. I had a life back here and my duty as Luciano’s wife.I place my hands over my lips as I think back to the last kiss we had at the top of the wheel. I glance over at Luciano as he fixes his burgundy tie. This is the first time in months since I have seen luciano in a color other grey, black or crème.His grey eyes falls on me and I draw in a sharp breathe because he just caught me staring up at him.“Do I look that attractive?” His asks with a sheepish grin.“I am just surprised to see you in color,” I say as I quickly rake my eyes across his body. “Ashley, forced me. Claiming you would like it,” He throws a stare at me before he returns on the screen of his phone.“I don’t know why you feel insecure when you could literally wear a wet sponge and women would still be after you like ants and sugar,” I compliment indirectly before I look away.“Technically, that means you find me attractive?” I can hear the