Lorraine Lebedev

From the night comes a sound as if thunder could be stretched. So I tilt my head upward, seeking lights that flash, the red and white in the deepest of blue skies. For a moment I am still, feeling the cool air, breathing in a steady rhythm. Then there they are, those crazy passing stars, flying high, ever onward.

"Would you like some red wine?" I jerked my head to the sound of the voice, I was so deep in thought I did not hear what he said until he flashed me the wine bottle.

Forcing a smile I shook my head and the man dressed in a two color piece uniform walked away.

I sighed and slouched in my chair. The private airplane rode through the sky as if it were on sleek and perfect tracks.

My mind couldn't wrap around the fact that I watched a man lose his hand, because of me.

Raphaël, the way he acts towards me is so confusing. He treats me like I belong to him and don't at the same time. The way he acted today. Possessive and anger was all I saw when I looked at him.

I do not know how to react to this situation.

After the chaotic incident that happened back at the hotel. Raphaël did not speak to anyone up till now what so ever.

He couldn't even look me in the eye.

Abree rushed to the hospital with Marcello and Dante had to clean up. All I did was sit and process what I just witnessed.

Should I be frightened or flattered?

It's fucked up to even think about it, but what can I say...welcome to the dark side of my life.

I was debating if I should talk to Raphaël about what he did, I mean what he did there has to be a reasonable explanation.

Is he that possessive over me he is winningly to take someone's hand.

The drive to the airport was tense as the two of us sat in silence.

Dante, Abree and Marcello took a separate plane. I do not know why but my guess is it's because of Raphaël.

My gaze immediately dropped to Raphaël the minute he walked in and sat across me. His eyes focused on the tablet screen.

I scrunch my nose in curiosity.

He's been avoiding me.

"Raphaël?" I called out and he didn't respond which irritated me. "Raphaël?" I call out again this time with my voice slightly raised.

My skin itches with annoyance. He can't be fucking serious.

I snatched the device out of his hands and he shot me a deadly glare which broke down my confidence but I still held my head high.

"You are ignoring me." I snapped.

"I'm working." he barked back.

He looked pissed but I too started to grow irritated by his change of behavior. Just yesterday he was whispering sweet words to me and now he looks likes he wants to bite my head off.

I placed the table under the seat and straightened my posture as I crossed my legs.

I'm still wearing my sweats and hoodie while Raphaël took a shower and changed into his classical suits with his hair slicked back as a strand of hair kisses his forehead and his wounds covered in fresh bandages from the cuts and bruises.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Lorraine, not now." he uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yes. Now Raphaël."

I pushed myself at the edge of the seat. "You can't just give me the cold shoulder after you took the hand of your best friend?"

Raphaël looked at me, rage and confusion burned in his gaze as his eyes wandered my face.

I licked my dry lips and watched as he stood up and walked away. My mouth dropped open and I followed him.

He walked through the curtains that separated the plane. I came into view with a king sized bed settled at the center of the room and a painted canvas hugged above the bed with mini night stands, each side of the bed. To my left was a wardrobe I'm guessing filled with Raphaël's clothes. A huge vase was displaced to my right with a fake plant in it.

I watched him as he kicked off his shoes then unbuttoned his shirt tossing it onto the bed.

My eyes raked every inch of his body, his muscles flexing each time he moves.

I push the lustful thoughts back and try to focus.

"You can't keep avoiding this." I stated. "I can." He protested. Unbuckling his belt.

He walked over to the wardrobe, pulling it open. I slammed it shut and stood in front of him. His 6ft figure towering over me.

"Move out of the way." He warned.

"Not until you talk to me." I said.

He dangerously took a step closer to me, inches away from my face.

"You really don't listen, do you."

I tilted my head to the side, as we locked eyes.

He can't keep avoiding me, he has to talk to me eventually and explain. I demand answers and I won't step down till I get them.

Ignoring his comment I ask "Why did you do it?" knowing that he knows what I'm talking about.

He turned on his heel to walk away but I stopped him by grabbing him by the wrist. Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes burning with anger.

His jaw locked, I shuddered by his intense stare.

"Why?" I ask again.

"You want to know why?" he whispered, his voice low and threatening. He takes a step closer to me, his whiskey breath tickling my neck as he leans closer to my ear.

"The idea of you being held by another man besides me drives me fucking insane." Raphaël's voice sends shivers down my spine. "You are mine Lorraine and I am yours."

He pulled back, his warmth disappearing.

I tilt my head back to get a good view of him.

You are mine and I am yours.

Does that mean Raphaël feels the same way I feel whenever I am close to him.

The fire awakens under my skin, my heart thumping against my chest whenever he is close to me. My mouth...dry as sandpaper, my hands sweaty and breathing heavy, butterflies dancing in my lower abdomen

Does he feel that too?

I search his hazel eyes, a hint of desire and something else flashes in his eyes. The attraction between us becomes a tangible thread in the air before we speak a word.

He gently took my hand and placed it on his chest. The feeling of his heart beat racing as I stared into his eyes sent heat to my cheeks.

"This is how much of an effect you have on me." he uttered. "Just by looking at you, my heart is racing."

My eyes widened as I stared at him, the same effect I'm giving him flows through me. Without hesitation I slam my lips against his. Pulling him closer as his mouth takes mine.

I gasped when he snaked his arm around my waist pulling me closer, his bulge pressing between my legs.

The heart that's in my chest feels like it's not my own anymore. Strangled, he has me. Fucking strangled.

I'm going to explode and I nearly do, losing my mind while he kisses me softly, tenderly, his taste that long-buried but not forgotten delight. I want to drown in it now, not letting go of it.

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