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 the ticklish sensation, and I pulled further, batting my lashes a bit more. He reacted every time but said nothing to stop me, and it became my favourite pastime soon enough. "I think you did. I think you always do." "You lied to me literally just last night, Florian." "For your own good," he said simply, and I batted my lashes hard against his chest. He jerked but didn't say anything else. "How many more lies for my own good?" "As many as I need to keep you here, unbothered about the crazy world out there." I moved a little, and his eyes darted slowly across both of mine. "I do appreciate it, Florian, but... I am not going to mooch off you forever." "You have a plan?" I nodded. "I will be going to the company tomorrow." I saw Florian's eyes darken, and I immediately pulled closer to him. His fingers almost immediately wrapped around me, pulling me even closer, and I wondered how we had gotten this way. Or how long he had wanted to protect me. Did these instincts kick in when he saw me getting cheated on? "I am not going there to reconcile. They have hurt me enough." He gave a small humming sound. "Then?" I shrugged. "I have a bit on my credit cards, but I don't want to use any money given to me by them or from the work I did for the company." Florian slowly released me, and without a word, he got out of bed. I watched as he adjusted the waist band of his slacks, then grabbed the remote and closed the drapes of the room. The lights came on, and he dropped the remote and slowly walked out of the room. My brows furrowed hard as I sat up in bed, wondering if I had said something he didn't like. Florian was a quiet person, and his face was mostly expressionless. It was expressionless enough to leave me always wondering what was going on in his head. I had started to flip the sheets away from my body when Florian walked back in. He was holding a small envelope and was now wearing a loose white shirt. He gave me a small smile before he went around and got on the bed, then placed the envelope between us. "Here." My brows furrowed as I reached out. "What is it?" He shrugged. "A letter of invitation." I gave a small laugh. "Invitation? What are you inviting me to? A ball? Am I going to dance my heart away?" He gave a chuckle. "If that's what you want, we can make it happen." I laughed, not taking it too seriously. "But for now," he continued, then leaned to tuck my hair away. "This is an invitation to my company." I looked up, my lips parting. "Florian." "You are completely capable of going out there and making your own way, but I would be stupid to lose an opportunity to hire you, Roxanne." I broke into a laugh that was closely accompanied by tears. "Florian, you... you are doing so much for me. Too much." "And you, Roxanne, are so used to believing you don't deserve it." I met his eyes, and he leaned even closer, his fingers gently running down my cheeks, the tip of his nose brushing mine. I closed my eyes, my chest heaving hard. "Thank you." He nodded. "And stop talking about mooching off me. You are paying me back." I met his eyes, and he looked dead serious. "When will I make enough money to pay you for... this room?" He shrugged. "We will see." He pulled away again, then turned. "Is there anything you would like for dinner?" I bit down on my lips. The overwhelming attention from Florian was certainly helping me stay distracted from everything that had wrecked my life, and I wondered how long I could stretch this luck. I moved a little further, biting down on my lips. "Well... I was... I was wondering, Florian." He turned to me, his eyes holding a bit of curiosity, but not much else. "Yes?" "Do you know The Continental?" He raised a brow. "The elite restaurant?" I nodded. "I have always wanted to go there, but somehow never did. Damien would..." "No mentions of Damien, Rox." I swallowed, then nodded. "I am sorry." He sighed. "Get ready. I will be waiting downstairs." My eyes widened. "Are we really going there? For real?" He nodded. "You want it. Why not?" I broke into a smile, then stood up, walking o the bed towards him. He walked closer to me, and I wrapped my hands around him, my eyes closing. "Thank you. I will surely pay you back." He didn't reply, and I sighed, then leaned away. My eyes caught his, and he looked a little flustered, his eyes dark, unreadable vortices. I smiled again, then nodded. "Thank you. For taking care of me when you really don't have to." His eyes darkened by a shade, and he brought the back of his index finger to wipe away tears I hadn't even realized had fallen. "I do take care of everything that belongs to me, Rox. This house, the company..." I nodded, then started to turn away when I heard the last part of his statement. "And you, baby girl."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
"What the fuck, Florian? How could you fucking do this?""What did I do?" Florian asked, his voice deep, dark, and smooth. "Drive her insane with pleasure when you were planning to drive her insane with pain?""What?" Damien countered, his eyes wide. "What the hell are you talking about?"I swallowed hard, pulling myself away from Florian. "You were at..." I trailed off, blinking the tears away. In as much as Florian was right about his ability to make me forget everything, at least for last night, seeing Damien, those pretty eyes I had loved so much, that face I saw in my happiest dreams...It hurt. All over again. "Fucking speak up, Roxanne! What is yoir excuse for being this bastard's little slut?""Don't you dare call me names. You are the one who went around and broke the vows we didn't even get to make. You are the one who...""Shut up, Roxanne. Shut up." It was my brother this time, and I could see the nervousness in his eyes as he looked towards Damien.My eyes filled even fa