Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Waking up next to Elodie is one of the most peaceful things I have experienced. She sleeps so quietly, curls into me when I join her in bed without even realizing it; and don't get me started on the warmth she radiates.
Fuck, she's perfect.
Last night, after Elodie and I finished having sex, she was far too tired to leave. Truthfully, I didn't want her to anyway. I told her I could take her back to my bedroom and join her later after I'd finished some work, but she insisted that the couch she'd laid down on in my office, with a blanket draped over her naked body, was comfortable enough for now. She'd said she didn't want to leave my side yet, in a sleepy voice, before she fell asleep moments later.
I let her sleep, making sure I wasn't too loud whilst getting a few things sorted out. An hour later, once I was done, I logged out, cleared my desk and picked Elodie up from the couch, then took her to my bedroom. I made sure she was comfortable in bed before I took a shower and joined her.
This morning I woke up early again, a habit I'd picked up, especially since coming back from France. I looked over at Elodie as I got up, covering her entirely with the duvet, before planting a small kiss on her cheek.
I hated having to keep things from her. I hated not being able to tell her that the reason I can't let her leave the mansion with her friends, or the reason that I'm a lot more busy lately, or that I have had to order my guards to keep a closer eye on her lately (though I'm sure she hasn't noticed), is because her life is being threatened because of my careless actions.
Luciano has stooped very low in the past, but never this low. Never low enough to find out that every aspect of my life now revolves around her. Never so low to try and ruin the best thing in my entire fucking life. Because she is. Elodie is everything to me. I would move heaven and earth to be with her, to touch her, to kiss her, to be near her for the rest of my life. But of course, that can't happen while he's still alive - he won't stop until he's got everything he's ever wanted. Ruining my life entirely.
I try to push the thoughts out of my head as I get changed, picking out a clean white dress shirt and black dress pants - the usual, but it drives my confidence.
Once I'm dressed and ready to leave I pocket my phone and grab my carabiner, holding all of my keys, clipping it onto a loop around the dress pants at my waist. I take a glance at Elodie one more time, noticing she's still fast asleep. I didn't go easy on her last night, and fuck, she didn't either - I can't blame her.
I walk over to my desk, remembering one thing before I leave. I grab a pen and a sticky note, noting down the password to my office after remembering I left Elodie's folded clothes in there last night and forgot to bring them back to the bedroom. I also unclip my bedroom key from my carabiner and leave it beside the note on my bedside table so she can lock it up afterwards. The door locks from the inside, but once she leaves, she'll need a key to lock it again. I brush a piece of hair out of her face, admiring her for a moment as she sleeps.
