"Quentin, are you serious?" Brigitte complained as she walked into my office and switched on the lights. I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly at the sudden intrusion of intense light. She began walking around the room, opening all of the windows and curtains and I grumbled under my breath as I poured myself some more whisky to drink away.
"You've been drinking all night and all morning," she said sternly to me as she took away my bottle of expensive custom made whisky and if it was any other time I would've grabbed it back from her and instructed her to leave but I was exhausted, drunk and hurt.
"You're an absolute mess, Quentin," she scolded as she started tidying up around the room before she stood in front of my desk and looked down at me. I put my head down on the table, not caring about anything at
Asa and her nan were more than wonderful. Even though I walked through the front door as a stranger, her nan treated me like I was her own blood, hugging me and giving me a kiss while rushing to make me some tea and forcing Asa to get me a blanket and warm clothes."Are you feeling warm enough, child?" She asked me as I wrapped my hands tighter around my mug of tea that I appreciated more now than ever.I smiled shyly at her and nodded my head. She was sitting across from me on the other sofa as she sat all curled up in her thick blanket with cushions all around her. "Yes, I am, thank you for everything, nan," I said to her. She heavily insisted I call her nan.She smiled widely at me, coughing into her hand and apologizing profusely, "I'm sor
I grit my teeth and froze in the middle of the kitchen as I heard Asa begin to mumble loudly. I turned around slowly, my eyes having already adjusted to the dark as I stared at her to see if she was awake and a million things started to run through my mind as I thought about an excuse I'd have to give, if she woke up and caught me right now.I'll use the "I needed some water" or "I was looking for the bathroom" and hope I'll get away with it. I had changed out of my clothes when I just arrived and got dressed in Asa's warm pyjamas that I was still wearing at the moment with no shoes.Seeing that she was still asleep, I relaxed a bit as I walked around the kitchen looking for the keys to unlock the door. I found a phone right beside the old rusted kettle that I'm surprised still works and picked it up quickly
"Where are we?" I asked as I looked around the modern foreign home that I’m certain belonged to Quentin. It’s modern interior and it’s outside biophilic design made the home perfectly blend into the deep dark forest that the home was surrounded by. I could tell such a home had cost a pretty penny, but let’s be honest, it’s money that Quentin has."One of my other houses, far from others and more in the quiet countryside. I figured you needed some time away from the manor," he began as he walked into the kitchen and I watched him open the fridge and pull out two beers, "a beer?"
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and absolute bliss. Everything just seemed so peaceful that I'd forgotten where I was and why I was here. The sheets around me were comfortable and soft and they were making me feel warm and fuzzy. I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and looked around the bedroom, seeing that I was alone. I covered a yawn and stood up slowly, running my hands through my hair to tame the mess and walked around the bed to the bathroom.I looked at myself in the mirror before I leaned down and splashed some water on my face before I found what I hoped to be a brand new toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I wet my hands a bit and ran them through my hair before I walked out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom.
Tonight was absolutely perfect and it's always on those perfect nights that time seems to go by really fast and there's not even time to process everything. Everything from the ride in the Bugatti to the massive theatre that Quentin had hired out for a private concert for just him and I. Hearing and watching those strings being pulled from the violin to the blows from the trumpets, everything was just magical. My eyes would close for long durations of time, unable to process the beauty and magic of everything."Can we dance?" He asked me as the orchestra continued to play and the sounds bounced off of the walls and all the way into my heart. "I mean, there's nobody else around," he said as I looked around at the empty seats around us and I slowly nodded.He stood up, holding out his hand for me to take and I
I could get used to the life of doing the absolute bare minimum and being able to get away with it. I slept early and woke up late with breakfast already prepared for me, and I had the bed all to myself."I'm going to eat a piece of everything you cook," I said to Quentin finally, speaking for the first time since I told him "good morning" when I had just woken up and walked into the kitchen, finding him slaving over the stove yet again. "You're working way too hard and it's rude of me to only eat one thing and let all of the food go to waste," I elaborated as I reached for the toast and grabbed two slices of it before biting into a single slice.
I guess you could say I was a bit of an outcast and a lonely child. I was always to myself especially in school, or anywhere outside of my home. I found it difficult to talk, or to even look up from the ground when I didn't have my mum by my side. It was when I was in crèche, when the teachers handed out white pages and told us to draw and colour in, that everyone around me, including myself saw my talent.It started really small. It started with drawing a very detailed picture of a rose or a sunflower. To then having detailed sketches of every contour of my mother's face from all angles. When I turned ten years old, my mum bought me my first art supplies and I used to get pulled into the world of painting."Do you even know how to paint?" I laughed as I looked at Quentin and his empty canvas, while I
It was pouring outside and the weather was extra cold and gloomy today, and I knew it dampened Quentin's plans a bit, because he told me he'd planned something fun for us to do today, but he still was adamant that I get ready for the day. As always, I take an entire lifetime to get ready and even when I was done, I had to sit and wait in the bedroom until he came to fetch me, because that was one of his strict instructions- to not leave the room until he came to get me."Quentin!" I called out loudly, sitting on the bed and admiring my outfit which was an oversized black shirt that reached just above my knees and a pair of sneakers. My hair was in an untidy high bun and I didn’t have any make up on."Yeah?" I heard him call back, his voice sounding distant and I was glad he had werewolf hearing and had an ev