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 simply, then turned away and left again. I wondered if he was still angry about the fact that I had simply used him last night. It did make sense for him to be pissed. I had dragged him into my issue, and if it wasn't for my parent's poor treatment of me today, I wouldn't have had to come back here. He is right to be angry about me practically abandoning him after he was there for me last night. He came back again, pulling a food cart with him. A maid followed with an ice bucket, and she dropped it on the table as he slowly arranged the food on the table. His hair was slicked back and held in a bun, and I could only see the black tank top he was wearing around the shoulders. Once he was done, he removed the apron from around him, dropped it on the food tray, and then waved the maids away. He sat next to me, his eyes holding the same sleepy gaze he always did. I watched him gently pick out a roast and put it in a plate. He added potatoes and a few others that I liked before setting the plate in front of me. He handed me a set of cutleries and filled my glass. "Thank you for this, Florian." He nodded. "Let's eat." I nodded and slowly dug in. I swear, I meant to maintain my dignity and probably be quiet while we ate. But once that roast hit my taste buds, I found myself rolling my eyes back, my clenched fist hitting the table. "You made this?" I asked between my marvel of his culinary prowess and my absolute ecstasy. "You like it?" I looked up to him, and he was watching me keenly, his eyes slightly wide, but still curved downwards. It gave him a very innocent yet dangerously sexy look. I swallowed hard, my lips parting as my eyes darted between both of his. "I am sorry." He leaned closer, his fingers intertwined with each other as he rested his chin on it. "For what?" I bit down on my lips. "For how I woke up this morning. I shouldn't have talked about... using you." "You mean, you shouldn't have been honest?" "Florian..." He gave a small chuckle, then met my eyes again. "Remember what I told you in the car." My lips parted as he grabbed a glass of wine, then brought it to his lips. I turned back to the absolute heaven on my plate and immersed myself in it all over again. I settled back on the chair, a laugh escaping my lips as I closed my eyes. I wasn't sure what Florian was doing, and I turned to him, my eyes opening. He was on his phone, his eyes fixed on it, his other hand holding a glass of wine. The glass was half empty, and I sighed, then stood up quietly. He didn't seem to notice as I went around to him and grabbed the wine bottle. I had leaned to pour some more wine into his glass as a way of expressing my gratitude for the five-star meal when my eyes caught something on his phone. My brows furrowed as I leaned further to check it, but he suddenly moved the phone away and turned to me. "What are you doing?" I bit down on my lips, then met his eyes. "I... I was about to refill your bottle." He dropped his phone face down, then collected the bottle from me. "Thank you." I forced a smile, then moved back to my seat, my brows furrowed in confusion. Those things on his phone... it had looked very familiar. I just wasn't completely sure. I watched him as he picked up his phone again, then gave a small smile and dropped it back. His eyes lifted to me, and he smiled, but I could see a wicked glint in his eyes. "Is there anything you would like to do, Roxanne?" I shrugged. "About... what I said in the car. About revenge and whatnot..." He said nothing, the light in his eyes reflecting between colours of fascination and just pure darkness. "Well, I..." The sound of the TV interrupted me, and I looked behind Florian. My eyes widened as colour drained from my face. Right on the TV screen were pictures. Live pictures of my ex-fianxee, Damien, and the prostitutes from Dirty Dreams. The pictures were taken from the point of view of the women, and in each one, you could see Danien clearly behind them or above. My lips parted, my chest heaving as the pictures left the screen to show a herd of reporters at Damien's family mansion, demanding answers. Damien's father was a politician, one who was getting ready to contest for governorship seat in CA next year. This would absolutely ruin his family. My eyes focused back on Florian, and he moved his head to the left, a smile that exposed his sharp canines, lifting his lips. "What were you saying, sweetheart?"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
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,