Prologue
Loud hoots paired with music filled Lorraine’s eardrums as her friends who she met five minutes ago clink their glasses in celebration to her last night in Paris.
Her 19th birthday present had been a ticket to the city of Love for a week and she had never been happier to escape the loneliness and rage she felt all her life
Or so she thought..
Paris was amazing, she was grateful for that, but she couldn’t help but wish she had someone to spend it with
At least a loved one , a best friend, or a lover..
Nevertheless, she moved like the beauty she was, soaking in the buzz of music and liquor, dancing away the prospect of leaving tomorrow morning back to her personal hell,
The bass was so loud it felt like a heavy heartbeat. It harmonised with the vodka in her veins, and her body comes alive. The alcohol numbed her to the plight of her new friends or rather- her acquaintances for her last night, shifting their dance circle in an attempt to keep her amongst the fold, but she’s long gone.
Lost to the numbness of everything around her
Until the hard intensity of a heated gaze forced her eyes open
She had felt eyes on her all the time but this felt way too different,
Too hot..
It burned her as they trailed every part of her body and each and every move she made and for the first time..she liked it
With a small smile and a little wobble on her feet, she made her way to the piercing eyes and sat beside him, got a really good look at him and
Whoa..
Stunned with absolute admiration at what she sees, she confidently opened her mouth and all that she could articulate was..
“Hi”
Might as well puke on him if that’s all she could come up with
“Hi..” He responded with a velvety voice that sent warmth down her veins and a small smile on his lips, his eyes still burning into her
Lord,he was handsome, a wondrous work of art..
“Now that you’ve had my attention, how about we get out of here” she proposed
“ What’s the rush Meraviglia ?”
“Maybe I like what I’m seeing and I want to appreciate it
Or maybe...there’s simply no particular reason at all”
He swung his arm around her and she leaned in closer unconsciously, feeling way too comfortable.
And for a second, she detected something in his eyes, like he could tell she wasn’t completely honest
“What’s your name?” He asked
“Does it matter?” She drawled out
“To want to put a name to this fire in my arms, absolutely” He replied with a smirk
She didn’t want to be Lorraine tonight.
She would simply use this last night and forget everything else that’s been eating at her for way too long.
Deciding to hang on to this wild, intense feeling with him
She leaned in and whispered in his ear “How about you just call me Meraviglia”
He watched as she lightly traced the buttons on his shirt and placed her palm on his stomach.
Lord this man was the definition of heat..
He pondered for a moment before grabbing a water bottle, her heart pounding with fear and excitement as he swept her up and led her out of the club.
Feeling giddy about this actually happening, she saw him talk to a guy in a car and when he drove away, he shrugged his jacket off and placed it on her.
His warmth enveloping her body and scent filling her nostrils had her forgetting about the cold night in a second, she breathed him in.
“How about we take a walk instead, we are in the heart of Paris after all” The handsome stranger offered.
“She shot him an incredulous look but before she knew it,
Lorraine found herself for the rest of the night touring a few buildings in Paris for the last time and waking up to an empty hotel room the next morning with what was probably the best or worst night of her life completely wiped from her memory..
