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. There was no way Florian would have those kinds of photos. He, after all, hadn't even been inside the club. I looked up to him. "What were you doing outside the club?" He didn't say a word, his eyes squinting a little. "I need to know, Florian. What were you doing outside that club? Why exactly were you there?" He let out a small sigh. "I answer to no one, Roxanne." He turned away, but I grabbed his arm, turning him back to face me. "Answer me!" "Fine," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "I knew they were going there. It was in a group chat. I flew down here to confront them about it, but I didn't go in cause I saw your car outside. I didn't tell you last night because I didn't want you to lose me as a shoulder to cry on, too." I let out a small scoff, my head shaking slowly. "Let me tell you a more logical reason why you didn't tell me last night. Because you wanted to sleep with me. You wanted last night to happen, and you were going to have that dirty fun with them had you not seen my car outside!" He raised a brow, his face scrunching up in disgust. He gave a small humourless laugh, then turned to me, his eyes boring holes into me. "I know you are overcome with emotions right now, but take a step back, and take a good look at me. Does this body look like something I would give to just anyone? Does this body look like something I would give to a woman other than one I would absolutely worship at my knees? Is that how lonely you think of me?" I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, but it felt awful. It felt horrid. My eyes looked up to Florian's, and I shook my head. "I am leaving." I started to walk past him, but he held my arm back. "You are going nowhere." "Florian, let me go!" "Have some self-respect, Roxanne. That man cheated on you with prostitutes. Not even any other woman. Prostitutes. Do you even know what that means? He values you above those women. He values that one night above whatever you both shared! Have some self-respect, Roxanne, that bastard doesn't even deserve your tears, or your sympathy, or even the privilege to beg at your feet." My chest heaved with anger and helplessness, and I swallowed, tears brewing at the back of my eyes. I looked up to Florian, and the tears blurred my vision of him as they started to fall in torrents. He let out a small sigh, then cupped my face, his thumb running along my cheeks, wiping my tears. "Sweetheart," he whispered, his fingers running along my face. "It's only going to get worse the more you do this." I couldn't help it. The tears were acting on their own, and my heart was breaking even more because I knew it was the truth. For at least, that one night, Damien had given precedence on his priority list to those women rather than me. Florian pulled me into the warmth of his chest. He smelled like a mixture of masculine essence and homely aroma. It made me melt even more into him because he felt like home. Slowly, he leaned, then brought me into his arms. I buried my face into his chest as he made his way up the stairs, his heartbeat keeping me company. We finally got to the bedroom, and he leaned, then gently put me on the bed, his eyes slowly meeting mine. They were tender and soft, and if I didn't know how he normally looked, I would think he pitied me. But this wasn't pity. I knew exactly what this was. I slowly let my hand go, and he pushed my hair back, then kissed my forehead. "Rest here." I watched as he leaned away and pulled the sheets around me, then started to move away from the bed. I immediately grabbed his fingers, my lips parting. He turned to me, his brows slightly furrowed. "You want something?" I nodded, then tapped on the side of the bed next to me. "Please?" His eyes took me in, and without a word, he moved, removing his hand from mine. I watched as he removed the tank top he was wearing, then went behind me. I adjusted, my heart racing with a lot of different emotions all at once. Worry, hatred, pity. Everything. Suddenly, I felt Florian's hand slowly cover my forehead. He brought my head back till I was resting on his bare chest, my back resting on him, my body fluid in his arms. His fingers traced the sides of my body till he reached my waist and pulled me back, his lips parting against my neck, his fingers pressing down on my hoodie, till I could feel it down to my skin. "Rest. Nothing is getting to you here." I closed my eyes, believing him completely.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
FLORIAN'S P.O.V I could taste her tears on her lips, but she wasn't stopping, and sure as hell, I wasn't going to. The next forty-five minutes that it took to get to the mansion was an absolute pain, and I hated that I had to drive. I wanted to give her all of the attention she wanted, all the things she was looking for by pushing herself on me like this, touch her in all of the places she never showed anyone else so she is never tempted to feel anyone else.We finally got home, and I pulled her into me, her body fitting right in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I opened the door, then turned to the wall, her back softly hitting the wall. She adjusted her legs around me, and I chuckled to myself, my fingers holding on to her.She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her fingers holding on to my shirt. I let my hand slowly tuck her hair back in, my eyes looking down at her. I wanted to take it slow. Understand her grief. Maybe. "Do you still want this?"She swallowed,
ROXANNE'S P.O.V I turned slowly to Florian. My hair fell on both sides of my face, so I was hoping he wouldn't see the glances I was stealing. His eyes were focused fully on the road, his hand, adorned with two rings, rested between his thigh and mine.His other hand navigated the steering wheel, his hair falling prettily on his face. I held my breath as my eyes took him in. I remembered just how I had always seen him at least one tier above every other man around. He was that beautiful. He had the stainless charisma that turned girls his way.That's how I knew I didn't have a chance.I shook my head and turned, my knees trembling a little as if to remind me of the very thing I didn't want to be reminded of. I wasn't even completely sure how it had happened, but I knew I wouldn't forget it.I had never expected that I had been waiting so long despite all the times I had come close, only to finally be taken by Florian. Florian. That one man I never thought I would ever be good enough