~ Daniella ~The second half of the session had started and here I am making a mannequin out of myself again. I did say that I felt like a queen an hour ago because of Vincent and Enrique’s warm gazes at me right? Now, I tell you, I feel like a prisoner with Erik’s accusatory and possessive glances. After doing some hasty strokes and weird actions with his brush, he hadn’t touched the canvas thereafter. It had been probably fifteen minutes past since he sat on his artist chair, silent, with one finger tracing the fine curve of his bottom lip. It was the middle finger and I would have thought of it as just insignificant if not for the object he was wearing...The spotlights were really bright but even so I still could determine a small greenish flare from Erik’s direction. Curious, I moved my eyes to see what was causing it. My mouth immediately opened after realizing he was wearing the ring (my RING!) in his middle finger. If I’m not mistaken, I thi

~ Erik ~“What’s gotten into you? Why would you invite Daniella into the Club?” asked Vincent to me when we were left alone in the table.This man is notorious for his keen eyesight that’s why we call him the Tactical Operations Specialist. He’d look at say, a blueprint of a castle, and in just an amount of thirty minutes he could already memorize all of the details in it. My plan, even though it is embedded in my brain, didn’t escape his inquisition. Even though he looks like the combined Shakespeare and Beethoven with his talent in Arts and Music, he is one hard core killer.Like me.The only difference between us is I have killed more damned souls than him, and I enjoy it.“I have my own reasons Vincent,” I stated whilst shifting in my seat. I stared at the half-finished cranberry juice Daniella had left, specifically the trace of pink lipstick on its rim.“Yeah right... reasons,

~ Daniella ~After our conversation with Rohan, Erik sent me back to my room for reasons unclear to me. His only instruction was to stay there until he fetches me later tonight. I, of course, complained with his boring order. I didn’t want to stay and be unproductive. Taking advantage of my words, he smirked and gave me my first assignment and that was to memorize the rooms of each floors of the chateau by heart.In the end, I stayed in my room for four hours; did some internet surfing through the chateau’s excellent WiFi on my laptop, learning the map of the floors and its rooms (yeah, by heart), and ate my lunch alone. When afternoon came however, a knock on my door sounded. It was Suri visiting me with her old-man butler bringing a basket of pastry and tea.Since the first day I met this sweet angel, I knew already she was a refined lady; wearing European clothes that Vogue would like to put on their magazines and her holding lav

~ Daniella ~Once again, our ride back to the chateau was the same: silent, awkward and suffocating, but this time it wasn’t because Erik was brooding, it was because I refuse to answer him when he apologized for what Rohan did to us earlier.I didn’t want to talk about it. I want to forget all of it especially now that my skin is still burning with want... with the need to be sated. If I were to speak to him, he’d notice my trembling voice. He’d notice that I was still affected with the lesson. And he’d notice that I was partly irked of his calm demeanor... too calm for my liking. In fact I bet that’s the reason why our God-forsaken ride had already lasted for thirty minutes. Our ride was supposed to be just ten or less. Why was the car so slow?“Daniella, speak to me,” was his order when my silence continued to drag on.I was looking at my window; my hands were resting on my lap with the rhinestone purs

~ Erik ~The Fancy Pants Club seldom throws a party, but when we do, we really throw a party. As the President of the Club, I opt to hold two grand balls. One is done during the month of February which coincides with Valentine’s Day (under Suri’s suggestion), and the second is on October first, which will happen two months from now. Since the chateau’s formal opening a year ago, these two balls had become the talk of the town and because of that, I have received a waterfall of letters by post or by email begging me to invite them in. I am still sorting the guests out with the help of Ian, the club’s most trusted attendant.As agreed, these two parties are the only activity hosted by the club since this is the only time we get to gather outside our so-called Club meetings. However, on this very day, in this special occasion, all eight of the members are present to celebrate Daniella’s admittance into the club. All except Luca of course.