ROXANNE POVAfter another kid wrapped up their presentation which was a cute paper diorama of a dinosaur park, his parents clapped a little too loud.I smiled, barely as I crossed my legs and kept my eyes glued to the stage. Damien didn’t even flinch beside me. He was doing his usual stoic act, but I could feel his gaze shift toward me now and then, like a loaded question. I didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. Not after he almost didn’t show.My smiles were reserved only for the kids. The applause died down, and Ms. Carter's cheerful voice echoed through the mic, "And now, we have Angelina Raphaël with her project titled Our Solar Family!"Angelina perked up in her seat. Her small hand immediately reached out for Damien’s, tugging it. He stood, giving me one last unreadable look before walking his daughter up to the mic. I folded my arms across my chest, watching.Damien gently leaned down and said something into Angel's ear. She looked up at him and nodded shyly, then took the microp
ROXANNE POVI crouched beside the folding table, making a few final adjustments to Angelina’s pop-up solar system while she skipped in circles around me and Fred. Her handwriting was proudly scribbled on the little presentation display cards. "Watch the corner, Angel." I said as she twirled too close to the edge. She just giggled and twirled in the opposite direction.Fred was beside me, squatting to re-tape one of the display labels that had peeled up at the corner. "There you go, kiddo." He said with a soft pat to the top of her head.Angelina lit up like a bulb. "Thanks, Uncle Fred!" She grinned, then dropped to her knees to examine her model up close. "It’s perfect!" I gave Fred a grateful look, and when Angel wandered off to look at someone else’s display, I leaned in close."Where’s Damien?" I asked, keeping my tone casual, too casual, maybe.Fred exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. "He’s going to be here." "That wasn’t an answer." Fred straightened, brushing his han
ROXANNE POV"Do you still have the pills, kitten?" He gently tilted my chin up with his free hand for me to look him in the eyes. I slowly nodded as I remembered how he thoughtfully had them prescribed for me, the other day. "Good girl." He murmured as he rubbed his warm tip against my wetness, before he pushed inside slowly. I gasped sharply, feeling as he squeezed himself into me while placing soft kisses on my face with hushed words. He started moving slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation while he slightly tugged my dress up to my waist. Then, he pulled back to watch himself sliding in and out of my entrance. I bit down harder on my lip, feeling as his length grew thicker and harder. "So...fucking tight..." His hips snapped forward suddenly, going deep and a sharp moan slipped from my lips. He pushed deeper inside me, filling me completely while he spread my legs a bit wider and I gripped onto his arm as a louder moan echoed from my lips."Damien..." I almost sc
ROXANNE POVI sat sideways on Damien's desk, my heels brushing lightly against the drawer as I crossed my legs. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting casually on my knee now, the other holding onto a glass with what I assumed was bourbon. His sleeves were still rolled to his elbows, tie long forgotten for the night, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone."So," He said, breaking the silence, "How are you managing with Angelina and that school project?" I smiled, reaching for a piece of paper from the stack beside me. "It was a glitter apocalypse." I teased, "We completed it though and she's obsessed. That's all that matters." He chuckled. "You're good with her." "I try." I shrugged, playing with the edge of the paper. "Though I swear she gets more energetic when it's bedtime. Like she's training for a marathon in secret." His hand slid slightly up my leg, a slow movement I almost didn't catch."She's lucky to have you," He added, voice quieter this time as he
ROXANNE POVI had just stepped through the back entrance of the nightclub, the bass-heavy rhythm from the main floor thudding beneath my heels. The lighting back here was dimmer, more muted. Cleaner. It always smelled faintly like citrus disinfectant and expensive cologne, probably Damien’s doing.I knew I didn’t have to be here. Not technically.I wasn’t just playing waitress for the cash or running anymore. Not since everything with Damien had unraveled and tangled itself around my life. But coming here kept my head clear. Keeps my thoughts busy. Kept me from spiraling.As I made my way toward the stairs leading up to the office, someone stepped out of the staff hallway just ahead. Tall, charming smile, the same soft eyes that had once made me feel...normal."Look who finally made it back...again," Samuel said, resting a towel over his shoulder as he flashed me a grin. "I heard you got promoted to the boss’s office." I hesitated, brushing a curl behind my ear as I gave him a small
ROXANNE POVIt was late afternoon by the time the glitter dust began to settle, literally.Angelina and I were camped out in the living room, surrounded by colored paper, glue sticks, pipe cleaners, foam letters, tiny pom-poms, and that one pair of pink safety scissors she refused to use unless I was holding them with her. I was still brushing specks of gold off my thighs from the earlier explosion of a glitter tube she swore was sealed."Pass me the purple feather." She said, leaning over the half-done showcase project we were crafting. It was a pop-up solar system made from recycled materials, paper mâché, and over-the-top decorations."Which one?" I teased, picking up both a soft lilac and a deep violet.She squinted. "The galaxy one. The dramatic one." I laughed and handed it to her. "Drama feather, coming right up." Angelina stuck it on the Saturn ring with proud precision and leaned back, smearing glue on her cheek without even noticing. I reached over and wiped it with the