Labyrinth ~ oblivionđ
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After Tiana left, I went through today's report. Tonight's shipment went well and I was able to seal the deal with the owner Los Angeles 3-star hotel. My phone screen lit up, a notification of a message from Butcher.
Butcher: All cleared, Boss.
I sent him an "okay" and then switched off my phone. Fell back on my chair, and rolled my shoulders. Today was a bit stressful.
It was all work and no fun.
I let out a heavy sigh.
The night breeze blew in, ruffling the curtains. I took out the framed image of papa that I kept in the locker.
It's my favorite picture. A picture that captured Me, my dad, and my mum smiling genuinely. The smiles on our faces were really beautiful, my mother's hazel eyes glistening along with my dad's sparkling green eyes. Seven-year-old me sat in their middle with a full stretched smile on my chubby face.
We had happy moments but if I didn't have this picture with me, those memories would have died a long time ago.
My fingers grazed the surface, touching papa's face softly. I sighed.
I returned the picture to the drawer. It's time for bed.
The door at the left side of my office leads to my room and so I left. Climbed down the stairs to my bedroom.
The mini chandeliers lined on the ceiling lit up as I walked into my room. The moonlight illuminated the room.
A very spacious room painted cream with potted floral at each corner. My vanity stood at the far side of the room, beside it was my full oval mirror.
Papa treated me like a princess and built the estate like a castle. The interior designs were intricate and enchanting. Each room held special memories that serve as a reminder of who we were before papa died. I always found peace and solace whenever I'm home, it was a haven of mine.
I went for a quick relaxing shower to lose the tension on my shoulders. It took me twenty minutes in the shower before I finally decided to leave. Changed into a silk white night robe and went to bed.
Laid on my back, staring at the dark blue ceiling. My mind did a recollection of today's event, pondering especially on tonight's dinner with Mr. Dimitri.
I turned to the side, and slipped my hands underneath my pillow. He must be around 30 or less, His expression was non-existent when he wasn't talking or looking at me.
If he really did love his wife, why did he choose to remarry? The idea of being a rebound is not appealing to me but I'm not entirely innocent since my reason for being with him is to avenge my father's death.
I turn to the other side, reshuffling the blankets. Marrying into the Russian mafia isn't so bad, We'd have each other's back. I'll like to see Alessandro try to pull his gang out of the mafia now.
I smiled to myself.
Minutes passed and I'm yet to sleep. All I've been doing is turning and tossing on the bed. Thoughts crowded my head, filling up the space. Flashbacks of painful memories visit my mind. I got out of bed and slipped into a fluffy pair of flip-flops. Decided to take a stroll down the garden. The night is beautiful and the weather is soothing.
Thick clouds covered the moon, dimming the brightness but the magical essence of the light remained. The night wind blew, feathering my auburn curls. I pulled the strands behind my ears before hugging myself, shivering a little.
Suddenly, the air around me feels tight. The hairs on my neck stood erect, the atmosphere is stiff.
Someone's here
I stood at alert, dropped my hands down to my side, and fisted them.
He's close.
Now!
I turned back swiftly with my right hand swinging for a jab but missed. A hand flew out to pull me and I dig repeatedly at it, paralyzing the hand. It fell limbless, I moved to face the person only to get pulled by the neck to a rigid body.
My senses got engulfed in the overwhelming scent of cloves and honey, calming my raging body but thenâ
I pull at the arm around my neck aggressively but the body behind me wouldn't budge.
"Relax, Darling" Rolan whispered hoarsely to my ears. Stilling my movements.
I took my hands off him and he unwrapped his from my neck. Embarrassment swallowed me whole, I cleared my throat and turned to face him.
I bowed.
"Forgive me, Mr. Dimitri. I was startled, you snuck up on me" I muttered, my voice in the middle of being harsh and sweet. I came back up and straightened.
Bad idea.
He had on a white tank top which hugged his ripped physique, his silver chain with a crystal lock pendant glimmering in the moonlight. The moon itself reflected in his Cobalt blue eyes.
The whole sight was mesmerizing.
I look down at his jelly right hand and I felt guilty all over again. "I'm sâ"
"Don't" He cautioned softly.
I remained silent but my face remained fallen.
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you. One has to be alert always" He mumbled to himself but loud enough for me to hear.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
I smiled bitterly.
"My mum taught me"
He nodded slowly, walking past me towards the lake. His paralysis right hand swung mindlessly as he walked. My eyes glued to his physique.
Damn!
Even his back muscles are well defined. This must be torture.
The lake was another mystical part of the estate. It was clear Grey, so clear you could see the stones and rocks beneath it. Pebbles of different sizes decorate the edges, lily flowers float elegantly on the surface, wavering at the slow and gentle tide.
He bent down, his left knee touching the ground. His hands played with the water, sending ripples through it, breaking the reflection of the moon on the surface. Even this gentle action looked intimidating.
"This place is magnificent. You really want to leave this behind?" He asked out of the blue. His words held weight but I knew the meaning behind them.
I cleared my throat. "I would leave it behind someday. I am a woman after all" was my calm but passive response.
He stood back up, raised his right hand, and fisted it tightly before releasing it and then repeating the process.
After a few seconds of gaining life back into his right hand, he faced me. His blue eyes read mine in a calculated kinda way.
He probably doesn't know how much intensity that look holds.
"Do you want to get married to me, Davinia?"
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Justin Bieber ~ Come Around Me. Her green eyes sparkle with a glint of amusement as she stares at me. The numbing pain in my arm has completely vanished and I'm able to move it again. She pulls her robe over to her shoulder properly before strutting over to where I stood. My eyes follow her every move. So feline, the way she strides like the world stops just for her to walk. Maybe it's my mind or she's walking in slow motion but when she gets to my side she bends to pick a few pebbles off the ground and starts skipping them over the lake. She eyes me from the side. "What do you think, Mr. Dimitri?"A daunting smirk plays on my lips. Her voice is soft and tender despite the way she tries to make it sound all tough and gruff. Her body shivers as the wind blows once again. Reflexively I take my coat from my shoulder and drape it over her shoulders. She looks down, her hair falls over her shoulder. One would think her body won't be able to turn any more pink than it is already but it doe
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The glaring hot sun burns through my shirt and torches my skin. I pull my hat over to my head shielding my face from the scalding sun. Tiana adjusts the face cap on her head as we begin to walk into the ranch cafeteria. A nice setting for the workers to get their meals. Every step I take, the chains on my cowboy boots would cling, notifying people of my arrival.We take our seats on the empty stools. "Principessa del mattino, hai dormito bene? "Barney the ranch chef chimes as he walks out from the kitchen to greet us. I smile brightly at him. Flour and butter decorate his apron and his mustache. Tiana giggle at the sight. "Buongiorno barney, la mia notte è stata buona" I replied sweetly. Tiana salutes at him. He rubs his eyes with his flour coated palm and regrets it immediately. "Shit!" Hurriedly, he tries to rub the flour out of his eyes with his lower hand but fails. Tiana and I burst out laughing and I move to put help him out of his clumsy condition with my white embroidery
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