Code Word

Love At Touch

Hope is a good thing, and I hope he will find someone new. He's a special man, I did not deserve such a pure, fortunate soul, I've received what I yearned for after all these years and it could never live up to my fantasies. I'm silenced and afraid, shut away from the spotlight and away from the paparazzi. No lavish luxuries or billionaires making deals. No. I was now living a life in solitude. I'd dreamt for a life of peace but this was anything but. The fatality of my own strength and jealousy put me here, I'm entirely to blame.

He grabbed me by my hands, he was skin and bones with little to give but he was the most caring and honest person I had ever met. When I laid my eyes on him that night, we were at Club de la Cabana, which is owned by my sister, Vietta, so I could get bottomless drinks whenever I liked. He sat with his feet on the barstool next to him and if he was sober I hadn't drank in years. I climbed over the bar and lent to talk to him.

Such a cutie, fiery red hair which tended to get in his way but it made him look so hot I don't think even I would change it if I had it. Pale white skin like a vampire almost and his lavish green eyes could. pull anyone in. He was my dream man in every way you could imagine.

"Hey cutie, the name's Liam. Liam Darrow." He winked at me and spun round to face me, trying to look seductive and it was working, I grabbed his chin passionately, I felt his warm breath hit my face, the alcohol smell too. But I didn't back down easily. "You got a name darling?" He reached his head further forward some much that our lips were nearly touching and he uttered two words. Those two words changed the course of my life.
"Kiss me."

I pulled him up onto the counter and he wrapped his legs around my waist as I kissed him. It felt like joy, it felt like my life was complete, that no one else could compare to him. That was when I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving this man, giving him everything he could ever want, he would never have to work another day. He pulled away slowly while whispering into my ear. "Remo, Remo Mizaki. I'm not hard to find."

He clenched his grip as he stared into my blue eyes. "Babe, what's wrong? I can help you fix it." I threw my hands aside in rage.
"Just- just. Urgh, meet me upstairs in two minutes." He looked confused yet surprised by my reaction. He ran towards the kitchen area, presumably to get a drink or to make some food. I waited by the upstairs balcony which overlooked the living room and entrance hall.

He entered the room, I was unbuttoning my shirt with haste and I just gazed off into the distance. It was hot. And it was about to get hotter. I walked into the walk-in wardrobe and got on a pair of jeans and my leather jacket. He had moved over to bed by the time I came out and I slowly stepped towards him.  

I kissed him passionately as we fell onto the bed, I ran my hands down his body. I loved him, and I still do. It's all a blur from that moment onwards. I don't know what happened and now I guess I never will, I just remember waking up with him in my arms, I couldn't believe I had found myself someone so angelic. But I knew things didn't last forever, especially not if I'm involved...