Falling Red

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♤ My love has finally found its harbor in you ♤



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♦ V E R O N I C A ♦

I really want to open Alex’s head and see what is wrong inside it. Can anyone be so unreasonable and bossy? I mean yeah, we were going in the right direction for two months but suddenly he went crazy old man again. f**k him.

He really drags me to Mr. and Mrs. Ronald’s anniversary party as his secretary. The most stupid thing, he did not even purchase any gift. Jesus Crist, even if you do not like but you have to do it for others to see, right? And a result, I had to open up my purse to fulfill the gap at the last moment. Ah, my hard-earned money. My heart bleeds while parting with it. I should really have checked my horoscopes before leaving the house.

I sigh. I am really a party material. Initially, my job was to follow Alex like a tail but now he is engaged in a heated discussion and I am bored.

“Do you want to change your drink, ma’am?” The waitress diverts my attention. Forget it. I can be on my own.

“Sure.” I replace my glass with a new glass of champagne. “Thank you.”

***

Boring. It is really boring to stand in a corner and watch people pass fake smiles and polite words every time they open their mouths. I think even they should not know how hypocrite they all look like.

“Hypocrite, isn’t it?”

“Excuse me?” I turn to my side and focus on the new arrival beside me. He is a tall and handsome man with chin-length curly black hair and easy going aura.

“I find this kind of parties and social gatherings are just to show how great you are, with respect to others. Isn’t it being a hypocrite?”

I smile but do not comment. “You are?”

“Steve Slavic.”

“Oh.” The way he introduces himself as the whole world knows him. Maybe everyone does but unfortunately I really do not have any idea about this person. “You are French?” I do not want him to misunderstand anything so I added, “Though I do not know you, your English has a touch of French.”

He looks surprised then shrugs his shoulders while opening his arms in an exaggerated manner. “I thought I hide it well.”

I laugh.

“You have a pretty smile.”

I shake my head at his praise and my depressed mood lightens. “Sorry, but this will not work on me.”

“My bad. But a gentleman still has to try. Maybe I get lucky,” he winks with a naughty smile.

“Maybe.” I keep my answer short and take a sip of the champagne.

“So you are here with your date?”

“No, my boss.” I turn my head to look in Alex’s direction, only to find him staring at me with some ambiguous expression. I raise the corner of my brows in a silent inquiry. He does not reply but strode all the way to me with wide steps and drags me out of the place.

“Alex, what happened?” I ask with a puzzled face. He was talking with his business partners and I was having some fun with Steve. Then all I know is Alex’s rage filled eyes and tight jaws.

***

“Wow, are we hiding?” I feel excited. There are so many people at the party and we sneak out under their noses. It feels thrilling. I look outside the glass window, the party is in full swing and nobody has noticed us leave. “Thank God, you let me out of that place. I really needed some fresh air to breathe—”

My words are stuck in my throat as he gripped his fingers around the back of my neck, spins me around, and seals my lips.

It is like a dam broke inside me. My hands trace his chest all the way to his thick hair, pulling him more to me. I confess that I had dreamt about it. I had him in my dreams every night, stimulating my body and driving me crazy. I really, really wanted him to touch me and kiss me but I never dared.

I was afraid. I was afraid I would make him run away. I never had such a feeling towards anyone not even John, my ex-boyfriend. I still like to be cautious and not let anyone close to me but with Alex, everything appears to be completely different. The more I resist myself, the deeper I fall into the ocean of love.

Every time when he looks at me, his deep eyes burn me from inside. Sometimes I want to hide from his gaze and sometimes I want to keep staring at him to find my place in his life.

I want our souls to be connected. I want our hearts to beat together. I do not wish anything overstated. Do I? Life has never been fair for me but this time I want to hold the time. I want to hold my happiness and desire. Just one time. Am I asking for too much?

The rain of kisses is like amber of fire. We kissed and pulled each other closer until we are breathless.

“Please,” a mumble escapes from my mouth. I do not know what I am asking for but I know I will never regret it. All I want is, him to be with me. Always and forever, just like the fairytales.

“You sure?” his hot breathes fall on my face as he traces his fingers on my bare back, sending shivers to my spine.

“I want to do this.”

He does not ask again. He pulls down the zipper of my dress and lets it fall off on the floor. Under his penetrating gaze, I feel deep red but not uncomfortable. “You are beautiful, do you know?” He leans forward and plants a deep kiss over my left shoulder and then sucks it hard. An unexpected moan escapes from my mouth. “Today in the party so many eyes were stuck on you.” He bites.

I yelp. My mind is fussy. I do not know what to say in reply. Do I say that I had always liked him?

But he does not wait for my reply and picks me up in bridal style, walking all the way to the bed. The bed under me sinks. My hand cups his face while pulling him down for another kiss. This time slow and sweet, savoring all the desires we have. This night is what I wish to hold.