Watching the cars and trees, everything on the ground keeps getting smaller and smaller. Thinking of her sister's message why she needs to leave the city urgently.
Leaning forward, watching the calm city night view and those sparkling lights below. Olivine is sitting alone on the chair, contemplating. Why her sister's calmness? It's a little weird these past few weeks, after the deal she had. Looking at her phone screen, she went to her inbox, composing a message.
Franklin, is my sister still at the gallery?
waiting for the response after she sent the message. The gut feeling before her parents died visiting again.
No, Miss, she's leaving at eleven by yacht.
He replied on a text message, Olivine closing her eyes to yet another notification she received.
I love you, baby sister...
Seeing an email from her sister Ofelia.
I love you too, Ofelia...
She whispered, gliding her thumb on her lips, looking at the screen. Olivine was reminiscing about her sister's lips when she kissed her. Trying to mess her mind around, Olivine knows she's doing it intentionally, making her pissed, flipping and pulling out her mind from the past that she kept ruminating.
* * *
"Did they both leave already?" Orianna asked.
Orianna arrived at the gallery with Kacey.
"Franklin, did my cousins already leave?" Orianna asked again looking worried.
"Around ten in the evening, madame..." Franklin held her hand and formally gently kissed. His schedule is changed, he is round the clock on his job at the Gallery
Franklin had white cotton gloves in him as his paired with his uniform, Orianna caught a glimpse of it.
"Call Agent Ozarah," Orianna demanded.
"Tell her, met me at the port by midnight," she added.
"Are we close to these people, madame?" Franklin asked in his worried face. Orianna gets what he meant and what he is asking.
"No," she replied and hurried, leaving. Kacey immediately opened the door for her and left the place.
* * *
Those intrusive thoughts may kill me; it licks my mind, but it doesn't touch me.
Those gentle eyes with curve lashes, along with hungry lips. a loving hand the way she moves and caresses. Putting pressure on but gently.
A soft lick between leaves my mind dry and makes me arch, wanting to scream. I beg not; I want her to stop, but those eye teases are really working so damn well.
Warm and soft, tender lips nibble kisses—those addicting little moans are intense, never fail it tickling my ear. Provoking tiny bites teases every inch; every ounce leaves no room behind.
Scent of you leaves me hanging, wild hands but gentle. Only this woman made me surrender. I never think nor imagine myself allowing her, but it made her free...
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
