WILLOWI decided to wake up very earlier this morning so I would see how he is going to run away from me. Why would he even run away from me of all people? It’s not like it is going to affect him if he tell me he want off to ease off his honey desires somewhere else. It is his life after all. He just can’t ignore me this way. I quickly dress up in the clothes I already arranged for myself yesterday and I was ready I less than ten minutes. I rapidly brush my hands in my hair before I grab my bag and head out of the room. I reach downstairs and I see the car keys on top of the table. For the past two days he had been ignoring me. I haven’t even seen him since the day he got me breakfast in my bed. I don’t know here he is, even in his room he hasn’t even been coming home.“Where is he?” I ask the butler as he hands me the key to the car. He shrugs as I ask the question and he looks up to me. “He left very early in the morning ma’am, he left for work and a meeting,”. He says befor
LUCIANOWhite heels is the first time I see before the door bangs close. I look up at her face ands she crosses her hands over chest.She tilts her head to the side and I look up at her and she isn’t carrying a pleasant expression. I press my lips together as I watch her. Maybe if I say something funny her angry expression will go away. Hopefully. “Hey, I didn’t except you to come here already, did you take a plane or what?” I ask and she isn’t still smiling with me. Indeed she is reallly mad at me. She walks over to me and she pulls the chair it so she can sit down. She settles on the chair and she placed her bag down. “Are ready to tell me what is happening to you or are you going to search for another thing to talk about?” She says and I kick back my head. I run my hands in my hair as her watch her unable to say anything ij meaningfully. I have to find a way to stall so she will get tried and give up on asking me questions. But that is asking for the impossible when it come
WILLOWI feel a kiss on my neck as I open up my eyes. I try to figure out who it is but I can’t seem to see his face because of the darkness. My eyes blindly searches for his face but I can’t seem to have a hold of the person. The precise place he kissed feels wet and I take that coldness extract his coldness and it can give us something good.I try to hit my opponent but he doesn’t reply. What is wrong g with Luciano this light. His he going to us his enormously high men boot to scare me to death. “Luciano?” I can and he doesn’t reply. “Why do you have to call his name all the time? When I am clearly the one next to you,” Kenzo says and my eyes widen.I sit up from the bed immediately with sweat drops on my fore head. the space next to me is empty. I check the time on my phone and I realize it is still one in the morning.Now Kenzo is looking for ways to torment my dreams but I will turn out to be better and bigger than him. His plans against me with back fire and hit himsel
WILLOW I look at crumpled piece of paper on my eyes and I stare at it confused. Kenzo is the one who had been sending me the necklaces and everything. Maybe the person that barged in was someone from Kenzo? Because I am literally confused right now. Was Kenzo obsessed with me? What was his problem? Couldn't he just leave me alone? I didn't know what passed through his mind sometimes.I take the paper and I tear it off before I toss it outside the window. The last thing I want is for Luciano to see the letter and get confused. I do not want to bother him any more. That mystery is a problem for another day, right now I am trying to think about my trip to Paris. Yes Paris, the perfect city for a vacation, located almost in the center of France. The Eiffel tower stands proudly above the city and the arc de triomphe is already bustling with vehicles. Paris is never boring. I visualized all this in my head.I look away from the window and take a deep sigh. I get back in the bed and I l
WILLOW"Let's go shopping," Luciano says casually as he steps out of the car. He does not even give me the avenue to ask questions as he walks fast in front of me. Luckily, there are no media personnel around and he makes it inside safely."Luciano?!" I shriek and follow him. He isn't even a but gentlemanly. We are in the city of Paris, a ciryy if love and culture. He could have at least been romantic!I enter the boutique and I find Luciano already ordering things. It is as if he had already made preparations for it because I see the attendants flicking around him in respect and smiling at him."What are we shopping for?" I ask as I stand beside him. The attendants flock around me and I hear them great me in french. I bow my head to them and I tug at Luciano's shirt."Don't worry, we will not waste time here. I am only here to pick something I had ordered prior to our landing, Willow," he says to me. He continues talking to the attendants and they start bringing huge boxes to him and
WILLOWMy first thought is to call the security because I expect a bomb inside. There is no telling what my enemies are trying to concoct against me. But I try not to over react.I take matters into my own hands and i start by kicking the package with my feet and it does not blow up. I let out a sigh of relief and I pick up the package reluctantly. I tear open the box and a gold necklace and a brown note falls from it. I pick it up from the floor an it had my name boldly written on and I check the brown note on the floor."I notice you don't really like big things so I got you something to your fitting. It would look pretty on you, make sure you wear it this time because I spent a ton on this little thing you are seeing," The note says and there is no sender details. The person that sent the know obviously knows me to some extent. An ordinary stalker will not behave with such familiarism.But Kenzo would have put his name, so what is going on? Who is this person? Perhaps a stalker? I
WILLOWI slowly open my eyes and I see that sunlight is already creeping in behind the curtain. I toss and turn on the bed and I notice that there is too much turning space for me.Luciano is not on the bed and I figured he is probably ready. I stand up and look at the corner of the bed. There is orange juice at the table and a few cookies on a plate. From the looks of it, I see that it is Luciano that will do something like that. I go to the plate and I pick up a cookie and take a tiny bite and gulp down mist of the juice down my throat. Compared to our own country's juice, theirs is quite mild on the tongue.I drop the cookie and the glass and I go and take my bath. I come out of the bathroom when I am done and I dey myself with the towel. Luciano is still not in the room and I proceed to lock the door.No way I am letting him meet me naked in the room.After an hour I dress up in warm clothes and open the curtains. The room is sparkling clean, courtesy of the set of maids. The sno
WILLOWThose blue eyes reminded me of the thief from that night, my face goes pale and the blue eyed boy holds me thinking i am about to fall down. My heartbeat quickens, each thud echoing the growing intensity of my apprehension. The air feels heavier, as if infused with the weight of my anxieties. I trace the source of my fear, but it eludes definition, a shape-shifting specter that refuses to be named. My hands, once steady, betray the turmoil within. Fingers tremble slightly as I try to grasp onto something tangible, something to anchor me in this sea of uncertainty.Yet, the fear seems to seep into my very bones, rendering me powerless against its encroachment."Are you okay?" He asks and Luciano moves me closer to him. He eyes the boy and a face I have never seen before takes hold on Luciano's face."You don't know me?" I ask and he nods his head."You are mistaking me for someone else," He says and I hear his French accent. "Oh, I am terribly sorry, I thought you were someone