Coconuts will forever be my comfort scent, I thought as I close my eyes and inhale the coconut-scented candles and essential oil.
I woke up this morning feeling like a nervous wreck. But my nerves are now calm thanks to the three sticks of cigarettes, and a glass of wine I had for breakfast. Now I'm in the bath, my safe place, the only room in the house I know nobody could barge in. Not even Chase. Savor the moment, Caterina, my inner voice soothes. The last bath I'll have as a single woman. Just like the sleep I had last night was my last slumber as a Santelli. If you can call it sleep. I was tossing and turning the entire night, restless and frustrated that I cannot seem to find the right spot. I felt like I just closed my eyes when the alarm went off.
Today's the day. The day I officially started my mission to kill the people who had the audacity to exile my
We had two more quickies before his dick calmed down. Shower sex was never my strong suit because it required so much leg work. My own pair has a mind of their own when there's a dick nearby. But I enjoyed it with Lucas, nonetheless. After our session, we both showered together, made out a little longer like teenagers. It was different, of course. No, I didn't let Lucas wash my hair, and no, I didn't wash his body. We were fucking grown ups in a hurry for our wedding. It was a little too intimate for me, and I don’t think Lucas and I are at that level in our relationship. In fact, I don’t know if we’ll ever be.We were quick to fuck and even quicker to shower. Time was running, and I was starving. Sex always makes me hungry."You know I'm thinking about your offer on eloping," Lucas says.We
I didn't know who the man was standing in the far corner of the room, looking as dazed as I am. Tears stained on his cheeks, blue pair of eyes like the Mediterranean ocean locked into my heterochromic ones. His gray shirt was wrinkled and his five o'clock shadow was proof of how he hasn't had time to look after himself for days. "Caterina?" I heard the doctor call, as he dragged something bright into my eyes. Snapping from my confusion, I looked at the doctor who put away his medical light and grabbed the stethoscope that hung from his neck. "Deep breaths, please." I complied, taking deep breaths as he put the end of the instrument on my chest. He pressed it a few inches around the area before removing the other end from his ears. My eyes returned to the stranger's dazed ones. "How are you feeling, Ms. Santelli?" I opened my mouth to answer but as I pushed my
When I woke up the following day, I was alone. The curtains were shut, the door closed and the lights were dim enough to make it comfortable. Being alone was a relief. I needed a moment alone to think—to try and remember. The clock on the wall opposite my bed told me it's five in the morning. I was thirsty. And hungry. Really, really hungry. I've been trying to swallow saliva a few times to test whether or not my throat still hurts. This morning, it was bearable enough to talk. Although my voice is barely a whisper, I could do it nonetheless. Which means I could ask questions. What's the last time you remember, Caterina? I asked myself. Think! Think! Japan. Something with Japan. Yes! A Japanese man rained bullets in a museum in
After the somewhat normal argument we had, Lucas created his own little study in the corner of my room. He was busy taking calls and answering emails while I kept myself busy with pointless news. By lunch, I was fed with a different kind of soup. I didn't know what it was exactly. It tasted too good to ask. Turns out, I wasn't allowed to eat food that's hard to swallow. But I was satisfied with the soup I'm fed to complain about. Sigmund visited me late in the afternoon. He apologized for not being able to check earlier. The hospital was busy, he said. This was the hospital I donated to a few years back to keep it running. No wonder the nurses are polite. He checked my wounds and bruises which are as sore as the day I lost my virginity. "Your bruises are fading quicker than they should be. Which is good," he said
The nurse was right about me needing to stay in bed. My head spun the moment my feet carried my weight. If it wasn't for the nurse helping me stand, I would've fallen. My bathroom break was liberating to say the least and when the blonde nurse helped me back up on my bed, she told me to call for assistance if I needed to use the restroom again.I was lying in bed, alone, the sun visibly setting on the horizon from my window when Chase's head peeked from the door. He looked thinner than I remembered and his eyes were rimmed with dark circles. It was strange. Chase Clifford might just be one of the busiest men in the world but I've never seen him this tired before. My publicist and personal everything walked in the room, wearing slacks and a red designer sweater. His eyes instantly lifted when he saw me.
"You okay?" Lucas asked gravelly, slightly narrowing his eyes as it adjusted to the darkness. The right part of the room is dark. Only the faint light of the machine kept the door visible. On my left, the window made it well lit. Lucas' face was brightly illuminated with the light coming from his laptop screen. Suddenly his bone structure was improved, highlighted by the glow of his computer. "Uh-huh," I nodded. Turning to my side as I bury a hand under the pillow and the other under my chin, eyes still heavy. Thankfully the wires attached to my body to keep my vitals monitored were long enough for me to move as I please. But the rest of my joints and bruises protested. I see the city lights and the stars clearer than I did in my dream. It's breathtaking. "What are you doing?" I whispered sleepily. "Work," Lucas
three weeks later... Chase brought the perfect outfit for me to wear today, the day I get to leave this damn hospital—white high-waist sailor pants, a very low V-neck blouse with a matching white blazer, diamond studded heels and gold accessories to go. It screamed powerful, and was so fucking hot I was turned on just seeing myself in the mirror of my hospital room. I left my hair untouched which naturally waved along the small of my back like dark vines. I carried my Gucci square glasses as I took a long breath. The door opened and I turned to see Lucas, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. I'd say he was a little bit underdressed but it was a fine look I've never seen him in before. Over the past three weeks, my memory went back, just like what Sigmund said. It all happened so fast. I'd eat my bre
Lucas~*~ Finally, we were leaving the suffocating air of the hospital. Almost a month, and I could finally go back to my version of a normal life without Sigmund breathing down my neck. I could get a real meal, a real shower, and get a real fucking sleep without watching and worrying about Mari. Yes, Mari. Tsk. Where do I start with this woman? Spending days with her changed things—changed me. I've watched her sleep sometimes, bought her meals she needed and wanted every damn fucking day, and snapped at the nurses whenever they made Mari squirm or groan. At first it was just me trying to be there for her in exchange for her putting her life in dan