"What do you mean he quit?"
"I mean exactly what I'm saying," Jake shrugs.
"Why would he do that?!" I protest.
"He didn't give me a reason, he just left."
"This is ridiculous!" I cut confused.
It's Thursday now and Viktor hasn't come back yet. On top of all our other barman, Jake, informs me that the girl I saw behind the bar earlier is Tom's replacement, because I quote 'he just quit'. Disappeared into thin air. Poof, begone. Overnight. Without telling a thing to anyone. Even Larry doesn't know. All he knows is that something made Tomas leave. Not only his job but the city as well.
Calling him is useless. His phone is switched off. It's like he was abducted by aliens. How does one disappear with no trace? He never even hinted of doing so. He has packed all of his clothes. And besides his clothes and car, everything else is where he exactly left it. Lar
*This chapter is from Viktor's POV*I had to have her. She looked so innocent, so pure. Unstained by this awful world we are living in. She was shy and although she smiled and tried to cover her embarrassment with confidence, her cherry-red cheeks she couldn't hide.I had to have her.Whether it be to get closer to that innocence only to ease my demons, or for the fact the uncomfortable dress of a uniform she wore turned me on, I just had to have her.I understood she's younger than me. Maybe more than she should and more than she would eventually accept. So it was a real surprise to me when she went on a date with me, or when she gifted her pure body to me. I also understood that I have competition. Tomas Scott.Once again I had to face a Scott member.The boy got all the good features from both his parents. The tall and naturally good shap
"Mallory Cox?" "Uh, yes. Who is it?" "This is Lieutenant Stewards. We believe we have information about your mother, but you need to come with me to the coroner. I'm sorry." "The coroner?! Why?! What happened?! Is she..." I can't finish that sentence. "We need you to recognise the body. Please come to the police station and ask for Lieutenant Stewards." I start shaking, crying, gasping for air. I am on the verge of collapse. After over another month I finally hear something about my mother and it will be most probably bad news. It is impossible to put in words the fear I feel right now. For the past month, I managed to somehow not think the worst, holding onto the hope she is alright. Turns out it was only empty hopes. "Mallory? Mallory, what's going on?! Speak!" I hear Margaret's muted voice. As if she's somewhere far
"Did you really mean it?""What?""Did you really mean it? What you said... you know, about your feelings.""I... I don't know," I sigh ashamed. "I don't know if it's love I'm feeling. I have said it before, I had boyfriends, you know. But it never felt like this. Looking back at the times I have said these words, it feels like a childish crush, not like actual love. I don't know if this is love now, but what I feel is more... mature. I feel you close, on a physical and emotional level. You are nothing but great with me, it was unavoidable not to fall for you. And I don't expect you to feel the same way, just... I just hope I didn't scare you," I sigh after I blurt out everything. "Forget everything if you have to."I don't look at him, I maybe don't want to. I find the clear blue sky more pacifying. I'm worried about what I might see if I look at Viktor's face. I'm scared. What if he changed his min
"What? It's you?!" I squeak and burst into laughter staring at the dusty album Viktor pulled out god knows from where. "Yeah, mock me. But you can't deny I was cute," he chuckles. "Cute is one word for it," I snort. Viktor was really a cute kid. Who could've predicted he'll become the God of lust. His iconic raven-black curls were even curlier when he was young. So curly yet long enough to cover his eyes. He said he hated getting a haircut, so he was just one messy-haired, pink-cheeked and quite short boy. And there's barely a photo on which he's not eating. " 'It was better if your mouth is busy with something'," he quotes his mother, explaining his food obsession to me, " 'otherwise you were not stopping talking'," he finishes the quote and laughs. "Wow, your mother was a true beauty," I react in awe as I see a photo of what seems to
Everyone knows. Every fucking person in my school now knows about my relationship with Viktor. Under different circumstances maybe it would have been okay. Maybe if I wasn't seen by Cassandra in that hidden sex room it would have been different. Maybe if he wasn't this rich it would have been different. But it's not. It is what it is. My biggest fear became a reality. I was labelled as a 'sugar baby'. I couldn't disagree any more with that label. I don't seek his money, I never wanted it.Of course, the lux he has built is appealing. I'm a sinner for getting comfortable with that. Maybe people are right to call me that. But I never wanted it. I would have been with him even if he wasn't living in that big house. Or if he wasn't driving that expensive car. Of course, it's a huge flex but is something that I can't change. Everyone wants a big house and an expensive car, just not everyone can afford it. But I never wanted a thing from him.
Viktor didn't come home all night. Not until the small early morning hours. I don't know where he was. I don't know who he was with or what he did while he was out. I don't even know exactly when he came back home. I was in a state of mid-sleep and got startled by barking Ginger. I waited for a few minutes, but Viktor didn't come to the bedroom, so I went on a short mission to find him.I see the kitchen's lights are on, so I suppose he is there and indeed, he is there. Sitting in a chair with his back towards the door and swirling a whiskey tumbler on the table."Viktor..?" I cross my arms and step cautiously to him. "Viktor, are you alright?" I ask but get no answer. "Viktor, please. Talk to me," I beg and walk to the chair next to him."Do you really love me?" he suddenly speaks, not breaking the staring at the glass in his hand.His question catches me off-guard. The way he asks it, with hands gr
I grew up with stories about true love. I grew up watching kids movies about princesses and they always were ending with the prince, understandable. My mother was saying they call the prince of the story 'prince Charming' because of the way the princess looks at him. She also said that every girl will meet her 'prince Charming'. My dad was her prince Charming.I grew up with my parents' story as a leading point of my life. They were always saying the same story, never changed a word of it.My mother, Shelly Cox, or previously Shelly Peters was 17 when she met dad. My father, Shawn Cox, was 20. She was still a high school student, he was first year in med school. She was a 'true rebel', according to dad and he was 'your average goody-two-shoes'. Theirs was a love of first sight, or it's what they were saying. I remember my dad retelling their story every time he had the opportunity to.The story, as seen by my father went
"Good morning, little one." I hear Viktor's gentle voice, followed by a kiss, 'Sleeping beauty' style. "Uh, good morning," I mutter while I lazily yet loudly stretch my body. "God, it's so early," I then protest and roll to the other side of the bed. "It's 10 in the morning actually, but you suffer the consequences of changing time zones," Viktor chuckles. "Come on, I have planned some things for the day that I believe you will find entertaining." "Ugh, how are you so energetic in the mornings? Like, for real? What's the secret?" I cry out. It's way too early. "I'm just used to having little if not sometimes no sleep at all," he shrugs. "Oof, can't we just stay here instead?" I complain again and pull Viktor by his hand and in the bed on top of me. "I didn't bring you here to lay in bed all day, did I?" Viktor gifts me a shiny smile