Madame

Chapter 14

Elizabeth's POV

Her steady breath moves a strand of hair that's in her face. The piece of hair tickling her nose, making her scrunch it up, her lips parting and letting out a yawn. 

I tuck the strand of hair behind her ear, letting my hand rest on her head, my thumb rubbing circles on her temple, rousing her from her sleep.

"Wake up, stellina." I smile, kissing her forehead, her head turning further into her pillow, her hand swatting at mine. She turns away from me and I chuckle, pulling the covers down, revealing her heart pyjamas that she insisted she wear even though they're long sleeves and it's stil warm outside.

"Lili, alez lève toi." I coo, rubbing her back. She mumbles something into her pillow while putting her hands over her ears, blocking out my voice. "Hey, seriously, you've got school, let's go." My voice is becoming a bit more stern.

1She sighs deeply and turns over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Do I have to?" She asks, sitting up a bit, covering herself a bit more with her covers. I smile at her, standing up from my crouched position and placing my hand on her head, "Yes, now move it, you're going to be later...again." I remind her of the many times we've been late.

She stays silent for a few seconds and I wait for her to talk back to me but she doesn't and instead accepts her fate and plants her feet on the floor, marching to the bathroom. I run my hand through my hair and make my way to my room, looking at the closed door across mine, my hand twitching.

I shouldn't. But it's been a week. The maids have been bringing food to her but for the most part she sends it back with a not so kind memo she has the maids repeat to me. I mean at this point I should go in there and have Ricky and Reagen get whatever information she has out of her but I can't bring myself to do it.

Shooting her was hard enough. Seeing her face go white as Reagens arm snaked around her neck, her feet barely touching the ground as he pulled back, her nails digging into his arm and her legs kicking out, trying to break free. And the noise that came out of her mouth when she tried to scream. A breathy exhale, no words formed but her eyes spoke for her, telling me to go fuck myself. But the way she had to say my name afterwards, that hurt and I didn't understand why. I still don't.

I turn to my door and open it, blonde hair swooping in front of me making me jump back, "Oh, sorry!" Florence apologises, a sheepish smile on her lips. I run my hand through my hair, calming my heart down from the almost heart attack I just had, "It's alright, hun. What are you doing?" She hugs me and I pat her head with my hand, smiling down at her, "I was just tidying up from last night." She grins, turning her head to the fresh bedding she, I assume, just put on the bed.

"Oh, thank you. You didn't have too I could've done that." I tell her, removing myself from her embrace, her eyes following me as I make my way further into the room, "It's okay, it's my job anyways," She chirps, skipping to me and kissing my shoulder, "Plus ever since she's been back you've been extra stressed so I thought doing this would take something off of your plate." I smile down at her, "You're too cute, you know that?" I ask her, grabbing her chin between my fingers.

Her eyes travel to my lips and her cheeks flush pink, her hands intertwining with each other, "Lili's getting herself ready for school, do you mind taking her? I've got to handle some things here." She shakes her head immediately, "Of course, I'll go see that she hurries up so that she's not late...again," She glares at me playfully, hinting to the fact that I don't push Lili to go to school since teacher's are more than happy to send work to her via email since she's a little genius. 

"Whatever, now go." I chuckle, tapping her butt lightly as she walks away, slipping out of the door.

Florence and I have gotten closer in the past few months. She requested that she come with me when I travel and I agreed, not fully thinking of what could happen if I allowed it. Yeah, we still have sex and she knows what I like and don't like but that's it to me. She's a friend at best. Unfortunately she's looked too deep into it and has become attached to my hip, I feel like I have this imaginary leash that she's tethered herself too. I'm not complaining, I mean she does anything I ask and she does it well, but having someone around me all the time is exhausting, no matter who it is.