The bath took longer than I thought, and when I finally pulled myself out of it, the water had gone cold. I wrapped a robe around me and walked. The walk-in closet was just across from the bath, and I thought it was absolutely convenient.
I braced myself for yet another discovery as I opened the door. This place had been a whole adventure all through. It made me wonder what else waited. What else could be in there. I opened up the doors, and my lips fell open. Rows after rows of comfortable clothes ranging from hoodies that looked at least two sizes too big, then shorts just like I loved to wear before the whole glow up thing. Now my wardrobe was filled with silk, and I wore them even when it got too hot or felt weird against my skin. I broke into a smile as I walked inside, running my hands on the clothes. This was an absolute dream. There was, for sure, an entire closet for formal dresses and shoes, but the comfortable clothes filled the entire space. I settled on a large Hoodie and black shorts, then did a little twirl, my giggle resounding through the closet. My eyes fell on a glass arrangement, and I squinted to get a better view. It was filled with hair clips and scrunchies, combs, small, dainty mirrors. I opened the glass, then picked out a claw clip. I pulled my hair up and clipped it back, in the same messy bun I used to always have. Strands of hair fell around my face, framing it, and I turned to the mirror. It felt like I had gone back in time. Ages ago. When I was chubby. When I had braces. When I didn't have a care for fashion or anything. When I was... me. I let out a sigh, my eyes drinking me in slowly. I felt foreign to myself, and I knew within those years, something very bad had happened. I had changed to fit in. Glowing up was different, but I had changed I refused to take a book because it made me seem too nerdy. I refused to wear these sort of clothes because it didn't do much in accentuating my body. I refused to be me because it felt like no one could accept that. "What are you doing?" I looked up, and Florian was by the door, but he wasn't talking to me. He was wearing a black shirt that had a pulled back collar, and I could see the tattoo on his back. I immediately wiped my tears away, as someone else replied to him. He didn't say anything before he slowly turned to me. My heart did a flip as he let his eyes take me in, his fingers folding in front of him. I swallowed hard, my eyes tearing away from him to take myself in. Would he like this? Was this top far back? "I..." I started to say, my voice low. "Well, they were the only clothes in here and..." "I know," he said, letting his eyes meet mine. I really hoped I was being a delusional woman because all I saw in his eyes now were raw, naked desire. Like how they had looked last night when he was above me. Last night, when he had let me take a breath from the kiss I had initiated in the car. I bit down on my lips as I felt my insides melt, and my knees threatened to bring me to his feet on a platter of my own dignity. "Do you like them?" He asked again, and I blinked. "I... I rarely get asked that question." "You rarely advocate for what you like, too." I swallowed, then looked down at myself again. Maybe he was right, but that wasn't a hill I wanted to die on right now. "This... it's beautiful, Florian. Everything. And the bookshelf in the bath. The lavender sheets. Everything. It's like you found out what my dream room was, and you brought it to life." His eyes squinted, but he said nothing and gave a simple nod. We fell into silence, and his eyes roamed down my body again, his colours growing darker by the second. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks, and I bit down on my lips hard. "Come down for lunch." I nodded immediately, hoping it would relieve the awkwardness I felt. He gave me one last look before he walked away, leaving me standing there, absolutely heated from a single look. FLORIAN'S P.O.V. Six years ago. Country club house, CA "And?" I asked, my brow raising as I took in Ronan. He was hunched over the bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass, with a cigarette resting between his index and middle fingers. "Well, she left. I am not running after that bitch. Women always want more. More! What else does she want? I fuck her good..." "When you want to," I said, my eyes narrowing. "Not when she wants to." "She enjoys it," he defended, his eyes meeting mine. "And honestly, women are insatiable. They want everything. For example, my sister, that greedy bitch, cane begging for a new bedroom simply because I had dad fix my room to be larger to accommodate my game set up." I slowly leaned forward. Roxanne. I wanted to ruin him for calling her a bitch. "A bedroom?" He nodded, then took a long drag of cigarette. "She wants lavender sheets, cloudy fucking rugs, a fucking bookshelf in her bath, with roses and shit. Can you imagine that? Mum said no. I am glad she did. That spoilt brat needs to know she can't get everything." "Why can't she?" I asked, my eyes narrowing to slits. If it wasn't for Roxanne, I wouldn't be associated with a lost cause like this bastard. "What?" "Why can't she have everything she wants? You get everything you want." He shrugged and took another drag. "Is she in some sort of competition with me? Who will give her everything she wants?" I shrugged, grabbing my jacket. I dropped my share of the bill, then gave him a small smile. "Who knows?" "Where are you going?" He asked, but I didn't bother replying. He wasn't worth a reply. As for where I was going... I was going to give his sister everything she wants.ROXANNE'S P.O.V I sat alone at the dining, my feet rapping slowly on the floor. My eyes roamed around the entire house, my chest heaving as I took in the space. Florian did have stellar taste. He always has. His clothes always stood out from my brother's and any other friends they had. He always stood out from all of them.Maybe that is why I still don't understand why he kissed me in that closet years ago.I shook off the thought as Florian appeared, carrying a white glass bowl in his hands. He was wearing an apron now, and I wondered if he had done the cooking himself.I bit down on my lips as he set it on the table and started to turn away without looking at me. My brows furrowed a little. He had brought me down here himself after complimenting this hoodie and all, but now he seemed distant. Aloof."Florian."He stopped, then turned to me. "Yes?""Maybe I should come help out?"He raised a brow. "The maids are here for that.""So why are you cooking?""Because I want to," he said
My lips parted, but no words could come out of it. I just sat there, my eyes fixed on Florian's smile, the TV in the background acting like some sort of reminder of what I had gotten myself into.I stood up slowly, then walked past Florian and towards the TV. It showed herds of reporters, and Damien tried his best to push through them. He was still wearing the suit I had seen him in earlier, and I wondered what my parents thought right now. What they would be feeling.Would they finally take me back? Would they believe everything I had said?I turned, and Florian was behind me, his hand tucked into his pockets, his eyes cold as he looked down at me."Did... did you do this?"He looked up to the TV, then to me. "I wish I had.""Florian.""Let's face it, Rox. He slept with prostitutes and then let them take explicit photos of him like that. What exactly was he expecting? Of course, one of them would end up blackmailing him or even leaking it. This was bound to happen."I swallowed hard.
I woke up to the warmth of soft moist skin against my face. It felt like bliss, and I moved even further in, inhaling the pretty scent of masculine aroma and cooking. It felt nice, and I smiled, wrapping my hand even tighter around this pretty smelling thing, like if I woke up, it would be gone."You lied about hating being touched."I stopped chuckling to myself, then opened my eyes and looked up. As it turns out, my hand was firmly wrapped around Florian's back, my nails digging into his flesh, my face buried in his chest.My lips parted, and I started to move, but he pulled me back, a gasp escaping my lips."Florian, I...""You can stay here," he said, and I could hear him chuckle a little. "You are such a bad liar."I sighed, slowly adjusting closer to him again. He did smell incredibly beautiful, and there was perfection in the way my hands were around him, his skin soft yet firm."I didn't lie," I said slowly, my lashes fluttering against his skin. I felt him jerk a little to th
I ran to the closet, my eyes roaming around the section for formal to semi formal dresses that I could wear. The Continental is an elite restaurant frequented by some of the wealthiest people around. Even though I had no use for any of the glitz and glamour of the place, I have always dreamed of having their special lamb roast, after one particular day when Ronan had come home, bragging about the VIP card dad had given him to the restaurant, and how his date had been completely stunned, enough to let herself be bend over even in the bathroom floors. Of course, she never heard from him again, but she sure is satisfied. I shook my head, then reached for a black dress. It was floor length and would hug my figure down to the very edges. I took it in, nodding slowly. It was sparkly and had a slit up to the thigh that was covered in transparent black material. The sleeves were slim, almost nonexistent, and the neckline was a little loose and had an arrangement of pearls around it. It was p
ROXANNE'S P.O.V.It was the first quiet time I was getting in what seemed like two weeks. Since the wedding preparations reached a peak, I have had friends, cousins, relatives over, and even at this time of the night, we would be attending to one detail or another, fixing things and making sure everything would be perfect.Now the wedding is tomorrow, and I am standing here, watching my dress, my heart feeling light. I could see everything spiral in front of me.The first time Damien had asked me out. It was seven years ago, and we were both just starting college. I didn't take him seriously because then, I had just started fixing up on myself.I had just taken off my braces and had lost the glasses and switched them for contacts. I was taking care of my skin, and I had shorter, better styled hair now. I was slowly growing into the woman I was now, and I didn't think someone who knew the chubby girl from high school would ever want me, even with the changes.He apparently did, and the
ROXANNE'S P.O.V The drive was a full hour, and I checked my time before getting out of the car. Twenty-eight minutes past ten. I swallowed hard, then got out, my chest heaving. The place was lit up, and I could see a neon sign above the place.Dirty Dreams followed by the illustration of a pole dancer. I bit down on my lips before I slowly walked to the entrance. "ID," said one of the guards at the door. I sighed and turned to him. "I just need to check something inside.""You can't enter without an ID."I nodded. "Can I enter with a police man?"His brows furrowed, and he turned to the other. "I am turning twenty-six soon, and even if I wasn't, I am not here for any of the business that apparently goes on here."They went silent for a long minute before they finally opened the door for me and let me in. I slowly walked into the place. The music was loud, and the place was dim, but from the blue and red lights, I could see some scantily dressed women pole dancing on stage, with me
ROXANNE'S P.O.V My fairytale was crumbling in front of me, but there was nothing I could do. The illusion I had made up in my head was shattering, and I realized just how my own mind was my biggest enemy. How everything that I had carefully glazed over came back, glaring at me. How Damien's inconsistencies now stared right back at me, daring me. That secretary two years ago that he had assured me was nothing. She was, after all, his employee, and he wouldn't have anything to do with her. That time, he had stayed out throughout the night, and he had come back to tell me he had fallen asleep in his car. The strange number in his phone that was saved under my name, but I knew it wasn't me. I blinked hard, my chest heaving as I struggled to breathe. I should have seen it all. I should have known that this... this drunk man speaking gibberish, swimming in despicable acts of shame with no remorse whatsoever, this was the real Damien. Everything else had been a fragment of my own imagin
ROXANNE'S P.O.V I slowly turned to Florian, my lips parting, the salty taste of my own tears filling my eyes. He was driving slowly, his sleeves rolled up, his brows drawn as he focused on the highway in front of us.I closed my eyes tight, swallowing hard. "Why are you not with them?""Where were they?"His voice was just as I remembered it. Deep, resonant, smooth. "The strip club. Dirty dreams." I broke into a laugh, but my tears only streamed down my face harder. "I should have known.""It isn't your fault you didn't," he said simply. I watched him, my eyes thin. Florian was one of my brother's closest and oldest friends. Even though his family was much richer than ours, I could remember how he was always at our place every day, especially at the time I was in high school.Looking back now, I wasn't sure why we never got along. Maybe because I was chubby then, but he loved to poke fun at me. I hated it back then, and I couldn't lie, he had been one of the reasons I decided to im