ELODIE'S POINT OF VIEW
The engine purred softly as I drove through the silent night. The excitement of the evening was gradually fading, giving way to a pleasant fatigue. But Isabella, sitting beside me, was still full of energy, absentmindedly touching up her lipstick in the sun visor mirror.
— By the way, drop me off at Arthur's, I'm not going home tonight, she announced nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes. Of course. Once again.
— So, you're leaving me to sleep alone tonight, is that it? I said with a hint of amusement mixed with slight weariness.
Isabella shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips.
— You should find yourself a boyfriend, my dear. That way, you'll never have to sleep alone again.
I let out an ironic laugh.
— Yeah, right...
The truth is, I liked being alone. I loved the tranquility of my apartment when Isabella wasn't there. But at the same time... sometimes, her absence weighed on me.
Because despite everything, my sister was the most important person in my life.
Since childhood, we had always been together. She and I, an inseparable duo. Our parents were strict, demanding, especially with me. I had to be the example, the perfect, studious, and reasonable daughter. Isabella, on the other hand, was fire, passion, independence. The perfect opposite of what they wanted.
That's why we eventually ended up moving far away from them. When I had the opportunity to study in the city, I didn't hesitate for a second to bring Isabella with me. It was a no-brainer.
But today, our lives were taking different paths. I was immersed in my studies, with a carefully mapped-out future. She was living day by day, flitting from one man to another, collecting adventures like others collect memories.
— You think too much, little sister, Isabella remarked, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. You should just enjoy life.
— I am enjoying it, in my own way, I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
She laughed, then leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my cheek.
— And that's why I love you.
I smiled, despite myself.
A few minutes later, I parked the car in front of a chic building. Isabella grabbed her bag and prepared to get out.
— Arthur, huh? I asked, raising an eyebrow. Is it the same Arthur as last time or a different one?
She shot me a playful look.
— Come on, Élodie, you know I like to vary my pleasures...
I shook my head with a laugh.
— Be careful.
— Always.
She gave me one last wink before closing the door and disappearing into the building.
ISA'S POINT OF VIEW
Arthur was my OFFICIAL handyman. A guy with no complications, always ready to satisfy me when I needed it. Nothing more, nothing less. No expectations, no commitments, just raw pleasure without any hassle.
I didn't love him. But I loved what he did for me.
The night was cool when I got out of Élodie's car. I quickly checked my reflection in a window. My tight black dress perfectly outlined my curves, my cascading hair framed my made-up face, and my heels accentuated the arch of my hips. A smile brushed my lips. I knew the effect I was going to have on him.
I knocked on his apartment door. One second. Two. Three.
Then, it swung open suddenly, and Arthur appeared, shirtless, his jeans slightly undone. Always ready.
— Hey, gorgeous, he murmured with a sly smile.
Without waiting, I captured his lips, kissing him with a consuming desire. He responded immediately, his hands sliding over my hips, pulling me against him. A burning exchange, our breaths mingling in the darkness of the entryway.
Then, he pulled back slightly, frowning.
— You smell like alcohol, Isa.
I rolled my eyes.
— I just came from the club, idiot.
He flashed a smile before closing the door behind me.
— And you're here to seek comfort in my arms?
— Let's just say I'm here for a good service.
His gaze darkened with desire.
— Always so straightforward...
His powerful arms encircled me, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me off the ground.
A small cry escaped me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My heels slipped and fell with a soft thud on the floor.
My already short dress rode up even more, revealing my full thighs. Arthur's hands instinctively settled on my legs, his fingers pressing against my warm skin.
He pressed me against the wall, his burning gaze locked on mine.
— Ready for your service, princess? he whispered, his raspy voice brushing against my lips.
I smiled at him, teasingly grazing my fingertips along the nape of his neck.
Chapter 10Élodie's point of viewAs soon as my eyes fall on the huge games room a few meters from the restaurant, my heart is racing like a child in front of a standing stand. The place is bright, vibrant, filled with noise of machines, cries of joy and catchy music. Without thinking, I stop net, grabbing Samuel's arm as if my life depended on it. - Sam, look! I said enthusiastically by pointing the games room. He frowns slightly and follows my gaze. - Yes, so what? he asked in a neutral tone. I look up at him, adopting my most begging gaze as possible. -Bring me to play, please! He drops a little laugh, shaking his head. - Are you serious? We were supposed to go for dinner, Élodie. We have a reservation, do you remember? I pout, slightly inflating the cheeks to accentuate my louder air. - But if we miss our place, we will go elsewhere, it does not matter! I beat eyelash for the form, barely exaggerating my whim. Samuel sighs, putting a hand on his hip as if he thought. I
Chapter 9Samuel's point of viewI park my 4x4 in front of the Élodie building and cut the engine. My fingers nerve the steering wheel nervously while I take a look on my phone. 7:10 p.m. I’m a few minutes ahead, but it’s not worse. Simply dressed-adjusted jeans and a black t-shirt that marries my muscles-I get out of the vehicle and crosses the courtyard to reach the entrance to his apartment. I open the living room door without hitting, as she told me the last time. And there, I stop net. Lying on the sofa, back to me, Élodie wears simple panties and a light top. Her legs are crossed and she seems completely absorbed by the music that resonates in her helmet. I swallow. Shit. Damn, she is ... she is to die for. My gaze slides on the curve of his hips, the delicacy of her waist, the softness of her skin barely covered. My breath cuts a fraction of a second. I have always found Elodie attractive, but there ... There is a fucking torture. His ass was round, I will say that last ni
Chapter 8Élodie's point of view- Hello ? His deep and posed voice immediately reaches me, tinged with a slight hesitation. - Hi Élodie… Are you busy? I wedge myself more comfortably on my chair, crossing one leg on the other. - A little, but it's okay, I can talk. Silence is settling in. One of these heavy silences, full of unsaid. I perceive a sigh on the other end. Then his voice returns, more assured. - I wanted to tell you about something. I pinch my lips, already becoming where he is coming from. - What then? - You and me. What happened the other night ... He stops for a moment, as if he was looking for his words. I tried to approach the subject yesterday morning, but you told me it was nothing. I would like to understand ... For you, was it really nothing? I feel a pinch in the hollow of the stomach. I straighten up slightly, my hand coming to play mechanically with the edge of my cup of coffee. - Do you really want to talk about it? I ask in a neutral tone, pretend
Chapter 7Samuel's point of viewThe morning got up, and I woke up in a half-sleep, still disoriented by what had happened the day before. My body was still marked by the proximity of Elodie, but I could not put the events back in place, as if something escaped me. I looked at her, silent, dressing. His detached air, almost indifferent, did not help to dissipate the vagueness that surrounded this night. "What happened last night?" I asked him, looking for an answer that did not happen. But she just replied, calm, almost amused: "Nothing, Samuel. Forget, as if nothing had happened."His words left me perplexed, but I did not insist. She had this gift to make me confuse, to leave me with unanswered questions. I got up, looking for my clothes, still under the effect of his gaze. She was already ready and headed for the door. "I'm going to take you away," I say, without really thinking. She accompanied me to my car, her light steps on the still fresh ground of the morning. The sun bare
Chapter 6: an unexpected nightSamuel's point of viewThe silence of the room was contrasting with the energy of the evening. I was sitting on Isabelle's bed, a blanket on my knees, while Elodie left to cool off in the bathroom. The atmosphere was strange. I didn't plan to finish the night here. But seeing her annoyance when she discovered the absence of her sister ... I didn't know why, but I had a sudden desire to help her. I let out a sigh and swept the piece from the gaze. The place was spacious, tidy, with a feminine touch that perfectly suited the image of Elodie. An immaculate bed, a hairdresser on which some beauty products were placed, and a slight fragrance of vanilla floating in the air. Everything here wore his brand. I put my hand in my hair. Why did I accept this? It was not my type. Usually, I didn't make this kind of gesture, especially for a girl that I had just met. But Elodie ... there was something about her. A mixture of softness and strength. She was differen
The journey to the university was quick. The bustling morning streets were crowded with students, hurried workers, and the sound of honking horns echoing in the air. I weaved through the crowd, my bag clutched against me, moving with the confidence of someone who knew this campus by heart. Seven years. Seven years of walking these halls, juggling courses, exams, and projects. Seven years of building my future, fighting to prove I was capable of reaching the top. Today, I was no longer just a student. I was in the final stretch, ready to defend my doctorate in management and accounting. As soon as I entered the main building, I was greeted by familiar faces. Some classmates, professors I had seen for years, juniors who looked at me with admiring glances.— Elodie!I turned around and saw Sarah, one of my closest friends, rushing towards me. Tall, elegant, always impeccably dressed, she exuded confidence and intelligence.— Hi, Sarah.She gave me a radiant smile before glancing at my ou