Violet The family hotel we go to is very close to the private beach we just visited. It’s a small, cozy house that has beautiful, local flowers in the garden at the front. “It looks more like a home than a hotel. “ I say as we take the steps to the veranda. “In a way it is. “ Dominic opens the door for me and invites me in. The woman at the reception is older than us - almost the same age my mother would be if she was alive. Gray, long hair and tanned skin. I don’t tell myself “She was beautiful when she was young '' because I don’t believe in this- women are beautiful at any age. There’s no “was beautiful '' there's “she is beautiful. “ The woman looks up from her notebook as she hears our approaching footsteps. She gasps, surprise blossoming on her face. “Dominic!” the woman exclaims and spreads her arms wide. She moves past the counter and comes to hug him. The woman is wearing a long, colourful dress which makes her look even prettier. “What are you doing h
Violet “I am done, “ I declare and lean back in the comfortable chair. “I can’t. That's it. “ I place my fork on my plate and a waiter comes to pick up the cutlery. “What do you usually do on your days off?” Dominic asks. “I haven’t thought about this, actually. ” I admit. “I am at the office most of the time. “ This is one of the reasons why everything feels absolutely amazing. It also feels like it’s happening to someone else. At that moment the chef comes over and stands at our table. We are having a very late afternoon lunch in a traditional French restaurant, hidden in the small streets of the town. The restaurant is both close to the sea and close to the historical parts of the place. “How is everything, “ The man asks in English and I am short for words. “Amazing. It '’s… thank you. “ “I told you she would love it. “ The man tells Dominic and I am not even surprised they know each other. “Thank you, Pierre, “ Dominic says and after a quick chat he has with
Dominic I head to the door, but when I open it, I discover there’s no one outside in the corridor. “Hello?’ I call and glance left and right in the empty corridor. No one. But for some reason, I don’t go back to my room. I head for Violet’s. I knock on her door and she doesn’t open it, although I know she is in there. I hear stumbling, then something lands on the floor. “Dman it, “ she curses from the inside. “Violet, “ I ask, coming closer to the door, “Are you all right?” “I… yes!” Then there’s another noise and I ask again. “Are you sure? ““Yes!” she calls out, “Perfectly fine. “ “Okay. “ I say, “I will be in my room if …” “Thank you!” She answers right away. I turn my back to head to my room when the door of her room suddenly opens wide. “Dominic, “ She calls and I turn around to see Violet, wrapped in a towel, her body covered in foam. “My shower is not working “ She says, “You came to knock on my door, right?” I ask and she nods. “Yes. “ “Th
Violet Dominic is kissing me. My eyes flutter closed and I want more. The kiss was a light touch at first, his lips only a light brush against mine. But then it grows more passionate. I feel Dominic’s body tensing against mine. It’s like he is trying to control himself, trying to stop himself from grabbing me and making me his. Trying not to rip the towel off and claim me. I’ve never been kissed like this before and I feel the touch everywhere. I feel myself leaning in into the feeling. His hand closes around my shoulder. Possessive. When he is kissing me like this, it’s like he is a wild beast, trying to remain in control and not let desire overtake him. It feels amazing. I want to see him lose control and I want everything. I let myself make a low moan as his tongue brushes mine. Dominic smiles against my lips because of my reaction and that's when I realize what we are doing. What we’ve done. No. I break the kiss and pull back instantly. My eyes snap open and m
Conor “Pour me another glass of this,” I tell Monica and her hand, drawing circles on my tight pauses. I don’t have to repeat the order, because she is here to obey me. “Of course,” She purrs in my ear and gets up, wrapping the silk gown around her slim body “Ice? “ She asks, holding an ice cube, waiting. I shake my head. “I won’t spoil the good whisky with water. “ I say and a slow smile appears on her lips, painted in bright red. “How could I forget, “ Monica says in the same purring voice. Then she approaches the ice cube towards her neck and runs it slowly lower, towards her breasts. “But the ice should not go to waste. “ she says. The silk of the gown opens and Monica keeps moving the ice cube over her breasts. “Don’t stop,” I instruct her and she lets out a low giggle. The ice melts, dripping in streaks over her skin. I almost forget about Violet. Almost. My eyes flutter to my phone. She hasn’t responded to any of the messages I sent her. It’s not ne
Violet I knock on Dominic's door a few times and when no one responds, I call him. He doesn’t pick up, but his phone also doesn’t ring from inside the room and I begin to panic.What if he left?For one thing- if I were him, I might have done it after what happened last night.I head downstairs. I see no one at the small reception so I storm out.Then I see him.Dominic is sitting on the front lid of his sports car, smoking.The dark sunglasses he is wearing look like they were made for him- and they might have been.He is dressed entirely in black and his hair is messier than usual. It looks like he’s run his hands through the strands multiple times and I am overwhelmed with that constant, terrible need to touch him.He looks at me and nods.“Good morning, Violet.”His voice is a rumble, vibrating in my chest, down to my very core and I pause where I am.“I thought you left.”I admit.“Why would I?” “Because...” I push the words out and look away from him. “Because of last night.
Violet “It’s beautiful, “I whisper, my eyes sliding down the golden figure of the Eiffel Tower. “I’ve never been so close to it. “Dominic doesn’t say anything, so my eyes flicker to him. “I stopped coming here. “He answers my unspoken question and I frown. “Why?”“I prefer places with fewer people. “He says casually and I laugh. “I should have figured. What’s the problem with people, anyway?”I ask, “I mean, besides the obvious ones?”Dominic laughs too, then says. “They always expect something from you. I don’t have a problem with that, I just don’t like it when random strangers recognize me and ask for something.”“Yeah…”“ And if they don’t get it, for whatever reason, things get worse. ““That’s terrible, I can imagine. “ I say, “The press?”“That’s where those people go in the first place, “ Dominic says. Despite the seriousness of what he’s saying, he sounds amused. “The headlines are my favourite. “Dominic says and I let a breath of laughter escape me. “Oh, no. ““O
Violet Dominic slams the door open and lifts me, carrying me inside. My legs wrap around him on instinct. Something primal and deep inside me is guiding me. It’s like I don’t have to think what to do next, I am not unsure. His strength and passion swallow me whole and all I want to do is let him take me. The door slams shut behind us, and he puts me back on the ground. Then his hands are on my shoulders, running lower to my waist. Dominic’s kiss is ravenous, and it feels like he can’t get enough.It also feels like he is fighting himself not to rip my dress to pieces. Desire is pulsing all through my body and I shiver when his hands close around me. Dominic slows down the kiss. From a starving, bruising one it gradually becomes more gentle. More careful. I feel the smile in Dominic’s voice when he slows down and whispers against my lips “Do you like it slower?”I feel the colour rising in my cheeks. When he speaks like this I feel embarrassed because he voices my desires with