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Chapter Forty One{Davinia}
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"Miss, we've arrived." My eyes flutter awake by the sound of the stewardess voice. Again with the smile, her eyes beam down at me. How do they manage to look like this for the whole day? I realize I'm still seated on my seat with my legs crossed and my head resting on the knuckles of my right hand on the arm rest. She moves to grab my bag but I stop her with my hand on her wrist. Clearly not expecting that, she jumped, I roll my eyes. "I can handle it. Thanks." I send her a tight-lipped smile as I check my bag and make sure everything is intact and pick it up. The first thing that greets me as I make my way done the few plane steps is the cold wind of Moscow. I should have brought a coat or jacket. " Here," Andrei must have read my thoughts or saw me shiver because he instantly covers me with his thick long coat. "Thank you" I mutter to him, glad that my voice didn't sound like dry fish this time. We landed on the in the railway backyard of a building, I look around. It's surrounde
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Forty Three{Davinia }
I'm starting to think that Bonnie doesn't like me that much with the way her greenish brown eyes glare daggers at me but I'm caught by surprise when she bows slightly at me. "I didn't know you were the guest he had over, Miss Veleno." She says with a sly smirk lining her pouty lips as she raises her head. Oh, I see. She must have heard of me. My face has never been this expressive before. My eyebrows are up the roof and my lips stretch to a full amusing smile. I look back at Rolan. He simply shrugs at me. "Why are you here Bonnie?" Rolan questions without much flavor in his voice. I guess I'm the only he prefers to see. How nice. Bonnie struts over in her pink heels. She walks past me to Ronan's desk where she brings out a brown file from her bag and slides it over to Ronan's front with a little stretch forward. Clearly to make him see her perky boobs underneath her shawl. Unfortunately for her, Rolan is more interested in the brown file in front of him. He opens it and checks th
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Forty Four{Davinia }
Did I really make a good decision of coming here? I walk briskly to the front, ignoring his piercing gaze at my back. Andrie opens the back seat door of the shiny black Rolls Royce and I immediately step in. Andrei and Ronan remain outside the car and I wonder what is it they're talking about. After a few seconds, they both get inside. With Andrie in the driver's seat and Ronan getting in beside me. Andrei starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. My eyes take in the wonderful sight of Moscow. Although the area we are is very much modern and techy but it looks beautiful still. We pass by Rolan's hotel. The Crowns hotel, one of the best hotels in Russia and in other countries as well. Aren't I one lucky latina? Taking one last glance at the hotel before It passes my sight, I realize it looks familiar and not in the "I must have seen it in the news or something familiar" but in the, I've seen it up close before. Especially the crown with the chain in the middle golden logo. A m
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Forty Five{Davinia}
It wrenches my heart in a tight grip. My grip on the fork tightens every fucking second. I loathe it, the crippling undisguised feeling of loneliness and deja vu with a collaboration with irony slipping down my veins,spreading throughout my body. I did not make a good decision coming to Moscow. "Are you alright, dear?" Mrs Dimitri's sweet fruity voice breaks me out of the humiliating feeling of self pity and loath but still I manage to send a smile to her when I reply, "Everything is alright."I feel the scorching heat of Rolan's gaze on me,burning my side profile where he stared. His family isn't at all what I stereotyped to be. It beats my motion of never to be suprise by the reality of life. I expected a sophisticated home with intricate and complicated designs and a long dining table made for royal families with each person sitting five feet apart from one another but instead I enter a comfy home that smells like holidays with the heat turned on to make the body warm and comforta
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Forty Six {Ronan}
Nothing in this world prepared me for this. All my years, I've been taught control and how to stay in control, how to make people bend to my rules without objections. It has never been a chore for me. That is, making people bend. I never had to apply too much pressure, call it a gift. Sometimes it gets boring, watching people do my bidding without objections or any say to the matter. They just.... Do it. Of course any objections will result to immediate execution but won't it be more fun if they did?I stare at Christian's calloused hands, how they grip the silverware utensils with a gentleness a man like him should not be able to posses. Those hands, dosed in blood of many raised me into what I am today. Never will I complain of the world I happen to fall into. Many would expect me to wail and lament of how horrible it was growing up but no, it wasn't. To some, it is but to me it was more of an entertainment. I live everyday, eager for what tomorrow will bring. I have everything yet
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Forty Seven{Ronan}
This is torture. The control that I hold for 29 years of my life is beginning to waver and crack from the edges. My years with Katarina did not falter my control over anything. I had control over her as well as my demons but since I set my eyes on this fiery and interesting piece of art beside me, my control has been slipping drastically. How does one look seductive and sultry without trying? "I like your family." She suddenly says. We're in the middle of the hallway on the way to her room. She halts in her steps and faces the open entrance of Nikolai's painting room. The moon light shines through the full length rainbow stained window in the room, illuminating the area with a beautiful glow. She slips her hand from mine and sways lightly as she walks into the room. I watch her step into her light. Now, the moonlight is not only illuminating the room but also the beauty that just walked into it. She stands on a spot and looks up at the moonlight through the window. The colors fa
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fourty Eight{Ronan}
Those words sends me to deepest place in hell and bring me straight to a suite in heaven. With her body still perfectly pressed to mine, I skim her swollen lips with my fingers and slowly draw her lower lip down before I release it, watching the pink nub bobble back to its original position. Her hot breath is heavy on my face and so is mine. I stare intensely at her and she accepts my scrutinizing with a leveled gaze filled with heat."Do you know the weight of your words Davinia?"Her clear eyes don't waver as she continues to gaze at me like a doll. I allow my left hand to go into her material once again and give a slap to her right cheek, loving the feel of it jiggle in my hand and her sudden intake of breath." Is that you want, Davinia?""Yes."This woman never cease to surprise me. Many would stutter and feel ashamed of their sexual quirks but she gives me an answer to hers like it's not a big deal. The way she says it so unfeelingly and emotionlessly almost made me think she wa
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fourty Nine {Davinia}
(I am so so sorry for the late update. Been dealing with serious writer's block. My mind has been blank for a while now. Please bear with me. Stay safe and Blessed. Thank you ❤️❤️) Cold. So fucking cold. It's never this cold in Rome. I adjust the gold chain around my covered neck. Looking at myself in the mirror, my fingers trail down the cotton material of my black sleeveless turtle neck to the waist of my plain high waisted free suit pants. I pick up the long sleeved bolero short suit of the pants and slid my hands into it, feeling the suede fabric of the outfit. Helena is such an angel sometimes, the material warms me up a little and I'm thankful for it. Do I need to put my hair in a ponytail? I hold it up behind me and stare at it through the mirror. Turning my face to the left and right, I'm unsure of how I should leave it— I share the soft creek of the door and my head whips back in an instant, my hair falling to my shoulder. "The door was left open." A pair of silvery eye
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