A single tear ran down my cheeks, and his thumb ran under my eyes, wiling the tear away. I wasn't so sure why it suddenly felt like such a relief, but it did. It felt so much like a breath of fresh air."Come here," he said, his voice smooth and comforting as he pulled me into his warm, scented embrace, his fingers pushing into my hair.I closed my eyes against his familiar scent, my heart beating rapidly, my chest tight. I wrapped my hand around him, my face turning to bury in the side of his, my lips parting against his fresh, soft skin."You are still a cry baby," he whispered, and I broke into a laugh accompanied by more tears, my chest heaving."Shut up," I said, laughing.I could feel him smile against me, but for a very long time, we said nothing, just sitting there, my hands wrapped around him tight. I finally leaned away, then gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."He smiled, his eyes soft and tender. "What would you like for breakfast?"I shrugged. "
My fingers pressed down on the shirt that was now riding up against my chest, my hair falling back to the curve of my waist due to how far back my head was thrown, my lips parted in a gasp that I couldn't quite let out.Florian's fingers dug into my thigh, his tongue running up between my legs, my stomach knotting into one big ball of pleasure.I could hardly breathe, and I dared to look down, my chest heaving hard, my body shaking in his hands.His eyes met mine in one erotic gaze, and before I knew it, I was in the bath with him, a mixture of his lips and my taste filling me up as he kissed me hard. Kissed me fervently. Kissed me like he was in love with me.He let his kisses leave my lips again, to rest down on my neck, and then my shoulder, all the while his fingers slowly moving in my inner thighs.I let out a small cry when I felt his finger part my folds slowly, my breaths breaking into a million different pieces.I sat in front of the mirror, my knees slightly trembling, my li
Can Florian pull the trigger on my mother? I am not sure. Would I hate it if he did, knowing that to her, I was just the baby she Hadd in order to keep her husband, and neglected me my whole life? Honestly, I am not sure I would.My mother was always bad, the sort of neglectful that ate away at me for twenty-six years and broke my wings every single time I even dreamt of flying.But would I want to see that she was gone forever?I looked up to Florian. From his profile that I could see, his eyes were stone cold, a massive void that only filled up when he looked at me. Would he be able to pull the trigger if I asked him to? Maybe. Would I want him to? Maybe.It was interesting just how much darker and tainted my own thoughts had become ever since Florian came back to me. I am not sure how much of it is just me and how much of it was a direct reflection of Florian's own demons in my soul.I wondered about Florian's parents. I don't remember much about them. Were they just like mine? Is
Floriam didn't say a word as the maid mumbled an apology before she turned and scurried away. I stood there for a long while, my body still feeling a little hot from all of the outbursts of anger I had felt just this morning. I felt sick to my stomach, angry at my mother for coming here and ruining an otherwise perfect morning, angry at that maid for looking at Florian like that.I sighed, my chest heaving as I slowly turned towards Florian. He was watching me, a rather unreadable expression in his eyes, his brows slightly drawn, his lips a little parted."I..." I started to say. Maybe he thought I was crazy now. Hell, even I thought I was crazy. Even I thought I was slowly losing my mind.The Roxanne that had her head screwed on right should be upstairs crying for dad or mum, hating herself. The crazy Roxanne was here, getting jealous over a man she knew belonged completely to her.It was insane. A little stupid, crazy, and I just can't bring myself to regret the way I feel. "I was.
I watched the sun slowly set, my eyes sloely blinking as I started off to the spectrum of colours that radiated off the glass. It was beautiful, and I let my mind slowly wander. To Florian. To that place underground. To my cat.I slowly dressed up, then went out of my perfect bedroom towards Florian's. He rarely was ever in there, except for when he needed to take his clothes or something.I would have preferred to watch the sunset with him, but he had been called for something in the office, and he had insisted on finalising the details for our trip to Macau.I opened the door to his room and stepped into his deep scent. He didn't even have to use the room constantly for his dominating presence to be right there, and it made missing him feel a little better.I laughed at myself as I thought about it. I had always been a composed lover. The type that wouldn't bombard his phone after hours just because I missed him. Tell me why I so badly wanted to do that now. Hear his voice, feel hi
The imposing Hunt Group building slowly came into view. It was majestic with the sharp contrast between the dark skies and the nightlights illuminating the tall building.I got out once the car came to a stop, and I looked up to the skies. It was starless, and the clouds looked a little darker. Like it was going to rain.I walked towards the front entrance, then straight towards the reception. The doors that led to the elevators were closed and were automated with a fingerprint. I turned to the security officer who looked like he was trying to see under my hat, probably to check who I was and if I was even supposed to be there.I slowly removed the hat, then gave him a small smile. "I am here to see Florian.""Do you have an appointment?" He asked, and I shook my head. "I just brought him dinner."His brows furrowed. "You brought him..." He suddenly trailed off, and his eyes widened. "You are..."He didn't finish the sentence either, and he immediately unlocked the doors for me."Hi
I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize that Florian had left his seat till he was right in front of me, his hand lightly resting on my thigh, his fingers intertwining with mine.I looked down at him, my lips slowly parting as I took in the swirling colours of his eyes. They were like the aurora against the beautiful night sky, and for a short moment, I forgot all of the chaos I had been feeling inside."Don't let it bother you," he whispered, bringing my hand to his lips. I watched as he kissed my hand, his eyes closing briefly.I felt tears well up in my eyes that I had been so oblivious while he had been putting everything on the line for me."I hate that your parents could have blamed you for my father's refusal to pay back."He smiled against my hand, his eyes still closed. "My parents are not like that. They didn't particularly need the money either. Honesty is a businessman's biggest weapon. Well, sometimes. We all have to step in grey areas."I bit down on my lips
Florian slowly leaned away from me, and I opened my eyes to him. He had a small smile, his thumb running on my thighs, his eyes holding mine. I bit down on my lips, taking in the rest of his taste that lingered on me, savouring every last big of him like there wasn't so much more of him remaining.He gently ran his hand down my hair, smoothening it with his fingers, like I was some delicate doll he absolutely had to take care of."I almost forgot that I brought dinner," I said, laughing at myself. But I couldn't be blamed. Florian could make any woman forget not just dinner but will. Purpose. Independence."I wanted to cook for you. Well, I was hoping you would come back to dinner, but since you won't be coming home, I decided to bring dinner to you."He nodded slowly, then slowly leaned away. I immediately missed his warmth, his scent, the way he looked up close. The way his eyes seemed to memorise me like I was an unarranged rubik's cube, and he was attempting to fix me.To put me