The mere thought of Athur being one of them made my skin crawl, but this is where I was and the only way I was getting through this and more importantly out of this alive was by becoming one of them… or rather act the part. This was my new mission. I slowly open the door getting myself ready to face my demons head on. My hair was towel-dried after a long lasting and very warm shower, my clothing covered most of my body and I was clean the hot shower in the en-suite bathroom was equipped with all sorts of unnecessary soaps and shampoos as Isabella and I had at home. This was her room after all. “The skinny depressed girl decided to get out of bed” A man passing me yelled and like blitz there was a group of big men in front of me; greeting me and smiling like they waited years to see me. “I want to see Mister Victor.” I question cautiously although my voice sounded like a little mouse's squeecking. The men surrounding me was big and bould, some had muscles growing
Arthurs POV “She doesn’t want to see you.” Issy repeats as she eye the last French fry on my plate. She used to do this since we were children. I hated it, but have grown used to it over the years. Now it was only a flaw of her's that I endured. “Take it.” I order giving her permission to take the fucking thing, my voice harsher sounding than I initially intended. I do not know why she didn’t just order herself a plate as she ate most of my plate anyways. It doesn’t even matter, I wasn’t hungry. I came to the diner to meet her with only one purpose in mind. Lilith. “Why are you doing this this?” “It is not my words or anyone else’s. She doesn’t want to see you. She didn’t give me any reason to why she won’t see you and I have to go now.” Issy lick the salt from her finger tip. “Theodor has probably sent out a search party for me by now…” The conversation I had with Issy plays over and over again in my head as I stand behind the bathroom door waiting for Issy and Feodor to get
Lilith POV Arthur was merely hovering against me and even though I wanted to push him away so badly, my body needed his touch so badly that I was just not physically able to deprive myself of him anymore. I had to part my lips for him. I didnt care what he have done in the past or what he might have planned to do in the future. The only think I did care about was how I feel at this exact moment and even though the smart part of me yelled at me about the danger, I could not care. He is like a drug to me, a drug shaped and designed for only me. "I should have done this a long time ago." He pant breaking our kiss when he places his hands on my ass lifting my up against him in one swoop and immedaitely I wrap my legs around his waist and interlock my arms at the back of his neck to keep my body from gliding off of him. "I agree." I nod rubbing my nose against his before pushing my lips against his again and entwine my fingers in his soft hair. This man was perfect, except mayby for bei
"Lily, what are you doing there standing like a statue?" I hear isabella's voice echoeing through the hallway dragging the attention of Arthur who was still standing in front of the big wooden doors that lead to viktor's office on the other side of the hallway. Our eyes lock the moment he turns his head towards me and the expression on his face turned to anger. "Are you okay?" Isabella places her hands on my forearms forcing me to look at her, but she quickly glance in the way of Arthur which makes my pulse rate go even higher, but to my surprise he wasnt there amymore. "It looks like you have seen a ghost." She frowns, but I dont answer her removing my arms from her touch and placing one hand over my chest in an attempt to get my heart under control. "Let's go have breakfast." She shake her head from right to left and back and I could just imagine what she was thinking and I was not giving her the answers she was now so curiously wanting. "Hello, Lilith." The man I became to know a
"Patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting". - Joyce MeyerIt is getting late where is that man? I glance at my watch biting the inside of my cheek. This is why I never agree to meet clients after hours, especially at places like this. Skunky bars that is. I hate places like this. Always smelling like testosterone, sweat, smoke, and drinks. Not even mentioning the drunk men thinking that they are some kind of exceptional, they mostly are not even attractive. Most of them are old enough to have imoregnated my mother! I place my empty wine glass on the bar signaling to the bartender to keep the wine coming. All I wanted was to kick off my shoes, unstrap my bra and find a comfortable spot on the couch in front of the television tonight.I turn around as soon as I hear a group of people entering the lonely bar where I find myself being held hostage in, waiting on a new client who is interested in buying the place currently known as 'The hub
"Not knowing the thing that's chasing you is a lot scarier than seeing it right in front of you." - Oren Peli "Miss Taylor..." The officer sighs with defeat brushing his fingers through his hair. All these questions is making my head spin. Who is he? What happened? Why were you there? With him? Soon after I passed out I woke up in the hospital where they kept me over night. There was a police man dressed in blue, constantly at the door that let to my private room. Thank goodness for medical insurance otherwise I wouldn't be so lucky to have a private room. "Miss Tay...""Lilith." I interrup the doctor fiddling with my fingers. I just want to go home, lay down and try to piece everything together. What happened? Why did the guy assaulting me change his mind. It is like he had multiple personalities. First assaulting me then calling the police for... himself?"There is no serious injuries. You might need a bit of rest, but you will be fine in a day or two." He place my file on the ta
"There is an old saying: If you want to hide the treasure, put it in plain sight. Then no one will see it." - Larry DosseyI pull the cap of my jacket over my head when I turn onto the busy sidewalk of a very busy New York City. I should be thankful that I live in a city that never sleeps, imagine how visible I would be if I was alone. Making my way through all the people I stumble and fall over a box meeting the ground with my knees and palms. Hands pushing forward, knees bending at instinct, but in the air, fall. Could my night get anymore embarrassing. 'Who leaves a box in the middle of a sidewalk.' I mutter under my breath getting up and dusting the dirt from my knees. My body is aching and my head throbbing. I just need a place to think. To sit down and go over all of this. A place that I can find aspirin for my head.At least no one seemed to notice me going head on with mother earth. I glance around me. It could have been worse I follow the man infront of me into the coffee sho
"Knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features." - Criss JamiA hand care over my cheek making its way up my forehead outlining the frown on it then suddenly he stops. "You awake?" I don't respond letting him think I am still asleep. His touch is on my cheek again warming up the line as he touches me. I open my eyes meeting the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen when suddenly they scare the shit out of me making me jerk away and fall from the edge of the bed and make a thud sound as I crush 9nto the floor."Shit. Are you okay?" He roll over onto his stomach letting his head hang from the edge of the bed. "Peachy" I nap making an 'o' with my forefinger and my thumb. "I just want to go home, okay." I place my palms flat against the bed pushing myself up. "I'll take you." He sit up brus