LOGINPOV: Felix
She is so stubborn...She never seemed to get tired of putting up a fight. All the time, she kicked and thrashed about until she got tired and finally gave up trying to break free. Her struggles remind me of the fire I saw in her eyes the day we met. It’s the same fire that drives my desire to have her. That night had been magical.
It was a snowy night, and I was attending a banquet to showcase the newest designs of jewelry from my company. As a Jewelry designer, Selina Nash attended a banquet at the invitation of her friend Simon Wilson, with the purpose of observing and learning from the jewelry designs of high society ladies, so to speak. For some weird reason Selina, who is supposed to be paying attention seems uninterested in the topics of conversation. As fate would have it, she chose to go outside to build a snowman for her amusement. I was in my private room when I spotted this vixen, playing around in the snow and giggling happily. I envied her, I would give anything to be so happy and carefree. I loved and hated her free spirit. From within the darkened room, I watched her through the window and took a special interest in her. Then I instructed my PA John, to investigate Selina's personal background. “I want to know everything there is to know about her.” I instructed him firmly while I gazed at her longingly. He took one look at her and turned to stare back at me in silence. He could tell that I was smitten by her, I guess it’s a feeling I cannot hide even if I wanted to. Everyone knows I don’t take no for an answer, I’m a go-getter. I always get what I want, and this will not be an exception. I heard the door shut, and I knew John had gone to carry out my instructions. I could not move away from that window, not when I was staring at the most beautiful woman that had ever walked this earth. I stayed glued to that window, watching her have fun all by herself. A warm smile spread across my face as I watched her act like a kid in the snow. She is so beautiful and she tends to give it her all when she sets her mind to a task. I noticed she took her time to build her snowman and it turned out beautifully. I imagined this same scenery but in a different location. This time I’ll be standing right by her side as we both build a snowman together. We’ll probably have some kids running around, gathering the snow, and making it more fun. That would be a perfect picture, one that I would cherish forever. I kept watching with a smile plastered on my face, and just as I began to create a mental picture of a perfect family, a guy walked out from the banquet hall and hugged her from behind, making her giggle excitedly. The smile on my face disappeared immediately and I folded my knuckles and scrunched up my face in anger, “Who dares to touch my woman?” I thought within me as she played with him in the snow. They seem to enjoy each other's company and that made me so fucking furious. I know that idiot, his name is Simon Wilson. His family held a prominent position in my company and they are well-known domestically. He has an arranged fiancée through his family. They are engaged to be married soon and everyone knows about it. Why would she be fooling around with someone’s fiancé, is she not aware of their engagement? I was fuming in rage as I saw them having fun together. My eyes did not leave their sides for even one second. I focused my gaze on them, glaring at Simon and wishing to punch his face and break the hands he had used to hold her. I want her all to myself, if only I could cut off her ties to everyone else and keep her all to myself. My searing gaze could be felt by Simon, I could tell from my position that Simon sensed that someone was watching him and Selina from the darkness. He looked towards the building, looking up to my office where I stood by the window unmoving. I did not flinch at his gaze, I needed him to see me looking his way, I needed to arouse fear within him. By now he should know that no one dares to cross my path. I knew the moment that he realized that the unlit room belonged to me. The fear in his eyes was evident, but he tried so hard to hide it from her. Even though he was aware of my identity, he opted not to reveal this to Selina and instead escorted her back to the banquet hall, hiding the fact that he was scared of my anger. But, she is smart… She is so smart and observant. He tried to hide it, but she caught him staring that way and she must have felt my gaze too. Her curiosity was piqued, she wanted to know what was going on and she kept asking him several questions he led her back to the banquet hall. Just before she entered the door leading to the banquet hall, she stopped for a few seconds and she looked up in my direction, spotting my figure in the dark. She had no idea what that simple act of hers did to my body. I felt a strong desire to hold her in my arms and kiss her until her lips bruised. It was at that very moment that I knew that I would do anything to have her by my side. I won’t take no for an answer and I certainly won’t let anyone stand in my way. I want her and I’m going to get her. She will be mine, I’ll make sure of that. I decided to take steps to ensure that she would stay by my side. The first step is to go down there and make sure no other man gets anywhere near her. To think that I never even wanted to be here. Now my excitement is unmatched and I’m beginning to fantasize about her already. When I arrived at the banquet, I made my way through the crowded hall, acknowledging the greetings of my subordinates and partners. I saw Simon and that is why I decided to head this way and make know that I am a rare of his hidden feelings for Selina. She may be naïve and carefree, but I can see the way he looks at her when she is not looking and that is very annoying. I stopped when I got to where he was standing and I gave him a look that said, “Don’t fucking dare me!” He looked nervous and he tried to walk away. But I blocked the path with my shoulder and forced him to stand before me and shiver like a chicken as I glared dangerously at him, “The next time you lay your hands on Selina would be your last. I’ll fucking cut them off!” I told fiercely, threatening him. He wanted to respond, but she walked over and stood between us, looking like an angel. “What's going on here?” she asked innocently, looking a bit puzzled. I was not listening to her or anyone else, I was lost in those eyes. There is a fire within her orbs, and I got sucked into it.POV: Felix Her weight settled onto me and the world narrowed to the point where we joined.Selina exhaled, a sound that was half relief and half something more dangerous, something that had been building for weeks. Her hands braced on my chest, fingers curling against the old scars, and she began to move.Slow.Deliberate.The way she did everything that mattered."Look at me," I said.Her eyes met mine. The lamplight caught the dark of her hair, the flush spreading across her chest, the specific way her lips parted when she was concentrating on sensation. I had catalogued that expression months ago and it was still here, still accurate, still producing the same tightness in my chest."You're beautiful," I said."So you've mentioned.""I'm mentioning it again." My hands found her hips, guiding her rhythm. "I'm going to keep mentioning it until you believe it.""I believe it." She rolled her hips in a way that made my vision narrow. "I just like hearing you say it."The rhythm built.
POV: Felix I didn't sleep.The shower had taken the night off my skin but not out of my head, and I lay in the dark with Selina beside me and the ceiling doing its quiet work of holding the house up and my mind doing the thing it does when there's something it hasn't finished processing.Martin's face in the road. The sound in the enclosed stretch. The way the quiet afterward had felt like a door closing and also like a door opening and I couldn't tell which was which.Selina's breathing wasn't sleep-breathing either.I knew the difference now. The rhythm of her asleep was something I had catalogued without meaning to, the way you catalogue things about a person you're paying attention to, and this wasn't it. This was the rhythm of someone lying very still in the dark with their eyes open."Lina."She turned toward me. The movement of her body under the sheets was the specific sound of someone who had been waiting to be addressed."I can hear you thinking," she said."Can yo
I sat in the chair across from his desk, the one I had been occupying in the late evenings. During the day I had not done this before, the late-evening occupation had been its own specific thing, the lamp and the city dark outside. This was different. Morning light, rain, both of us fully awake and the house empty around us.He waited. He had become very good at waiting, in the past weeks, in the way that people become good at things when they have decided the thing matters enough to practise."I've been thinking," I said."Yes," he said."About what I told you. In the kitchen, after you came back from Martin's building." I looked at the desk rather than at him, finding the words. "That I was further than I expected to be and the direction was likely to continue.""I remember," he said."The direction has continued," I said.A silence."I'm not saying it's simple," I said. "It isn't simple. There are things between us that are going to take time and some of them are going to r
POV: SelinaThree weeks after Martin's arrest, the city began to feel like a city again.I noticed it gradually, the way you notice the return of something you had stopped expecting, the ability to walk through a room without cataloguing the exits, to sit in the garden without monitoring the perimeter, to wake up in the morning and have the first thought be something ordinary rather than something tactical. The security was still present, would be present for some time given the scope of what the formal process was untangling, but it had settled from the acute vigilance of crisis into the background hum of precaution, which was a different thing entirely.I had begun to breathe differently.Amaya noticed it before I did, the way she noticed most things about me, with the peripheral attention of someone who is not watching directly but misses nothing. She mentioned it over coffee on a Tuesday morning, casually, as though she were commenting on the weather. "You slept through the ni
And I thought about Selina's back to the wall in the kitchen rather than facing the window, and I pulled the trigger. The enclosed stretch of road was very loud and then very quiet.Marco was beside me...The rest of it was logistics, which Marco handled with the efficiency of twelve years, and I stood in the cold for a moment longer than I needed to and looked at what was in front of me and thought about Elsa one more time.The way I thought about her now, not with the consuming grief of the years when I didn't understand what had happened to her, but with the specific quality of someone being remembered correctly.Her story had its ending...This was it...I turned and got back in the car. I showered before I came home. This was practical and also something else, the specific preparation of a man who is returning to a space that contains something he values and does not want to carry the night's work into. I came home at two in the morning and the house was quiet and I stood
I thought about the law. About the evidence package and Strack's testimony and the seven families and the correct version.Then I thought about a vehicle coming close to Selina's car on a city street. Then I thought about Elsa, and I stopped thinking and started moving.Marco assembled the team in forty minutes. I told him what Ryan had said and what I had decided and he looked at me for a moment with the expression he used when he was making his own assessment of a decision I had already madeThen he nodded and started making calls. He did not argue. He did not suggest the formal alternative. He had been watching the past six weeks with the same attention I had and he had arrived, through his own route, at the same place.Some problems resolved themselves through process. Martin was not that kind of problem.Martin was the kind of problem that, if process failed to contain it, would continue to be a problem indefinitely, because Martin was too intelligent and too patient and too
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