If I Lie : Book 2

50. Rip It

WARNING: This is a very triggersome chapter. The sex is consensual but it is still very sad at some points, so you have been warned. That's all I'm gonna say. 

And the song above gave me energy to get this chapter to endgame. It's a total vibe. It's really reminiscent of Eliza's personality. Money, savagness, her night-life, her habits. She'll sit down when she's old and ready to die. 

Author POV

The hours leading to the end of vacation were close now, everyone found that their time on the island was just what they exactly needed. A mere 24 hours were left before they'd all have to go back home, even the tutor, Jenny was sent back home early 48 hours ago to let the kids have their fun and to finish schooling so that it wasn't all a drag for them.

 Noah found himself closer to Jean, growing an understanding between the two, following up on the events after Dallas had kissed Jean, Noah solemnly vowed to protect Jean and made sure she was heard in all of her actions, meanwhile, the little girl gladly accepted the idea of someone protecting her, coming to her defense and know even acknowledged that they may never be a pair at all but doing this for her was the best that he could do and that alone made him happy. The kids held hands, took long walks on the beach, and exchanged kisses on the cheek. He stayed with her in the pool where they sat on the edge of it when she could not go in to swim like the other children could and read poetry to her when she was bored. 

Eventually, Joss and Alan came back from their "activities", covered in blood with a fit of giggles to accompany that. They were happier than they were when they started this vacation if that was even possible. All seemed right between them and they came back with treasures, drugs, and jewelry from their last hit. The kids were given the deceased's most valuable possessions and played with them throughout the day as soon as they returned to the island. Sparking an outrage in Ashley, Valentina and Eliza, alas Valentina allowed it since the kids were having so much fun with the weapons, especially when Joss came back with a custom Versace dress that hadn't even come out yet, and everyone was trying to get their hands on it and now the prized dress belonged to Valentina. Eliza got her cigars that she had been eye-fucking for a while too and if anything Joss knew the way to Ashley's heart and a perfect way to shut her up when she bought back a renowned Paul Gaucher painting which made her heart bleed beyond reason. 

All was well. . .

Even between Ashley and Eliza; after their previous lovemaking from Ashley's nap, they found themselves closer than they'd been in the past three months and this time Eliza was willing to do better. They exchanged longing looks towards each other when they were in public and in their minute times together in private or very close proximity they couldn't help but kiss and finger-fuck each other. Every kiss was stolen, every touch was sinful. Everything felt like they were toads in a boiling pot because they had still been partnered with their significant others, this was their unannounced arrangement. And nobody needed to know their dirty little secret. 

As breakfast came around Ashley couldn't stop smiling as memories of last night came to her when she returned back to the dungeon under Eliza's bungalow, this time she ran to the bungalow at night rather than the first time visiting her in hesitance. She welcomed the contraption that was the bed, with all its straps, and opened her legs for her ex-wife with fervor, lust, and happiness.  She bit her lip when she thought of being whipped by her but Eliza wouldn't allow it, as to being found out if marks were to occur on her skin. Ashley never wanted to be flogged so badly and Eliza never wanted to be this close to anyone. They exchanged words with glances; when they were married they knew how to talk this way very well, much like a secret language or morse code.