Dark Paradise (Lana Del Rey Fan Fiction)...

Chapter 3: Every Man Gets His Wish ...

"You said that I'd never make it outta here alive,
With the rate that I'm going, I'd be lucky to die..."

After Jacques had left, Lizzy had signed some paperwork from Mike.

Mike was handsome, and very tall and buff. He looked to be of Spanish, which was confirmed with his thick, alluring accent. There was a slight edge to Mike that disturbed Lizzy. With every move he made, every word he said. So... Intimidating? Lizzy couldn't find the right words. But Mike and Jacques were both similar in a way.

Are all of Jacques friends like that? Lizzy asked herself. Tall, handsome, with a dangerous edge...

She felt as if they were hiding something. She was highly convinced they were hiding something. She didn't know what it was, but Lizzy was sure of it! Perhaps a dark secret-Lizzy didn't know why she thought of that... But she believed it.

She just met Jacques and Mike today! Although she was definitely not keen on giving in to the kindness of strangers, Lizzy felt a pull to them-to Jacques. She didn't know what it was. She tried to think of many solutions to her strange... Attraction? No, she didn't feel any, 'basic' emotion towards him. Just a sudden pull. Perhaps it was because he saved her life that she wanted to repay him.

Repay him with what? A growing obsession.

Or maybe because she found him handsome.

No. Lizzy could handle the magnetic looks of a mans face. It made no difference that Jacques was like any other handsome face in her fathers company. She could always control herself. She never swooned over any man in her life!

Lizzy groaned and slid against the door outside her new apartment. She just didn't know what Jacques possessed that could have her so... Like the other gossiping women she called her 'friends'. She wanted to find out what Jacques had, and it was killing her. She just didn't know!

"Perhaps it is just an infatuation," she sighed. "It will go away."

Reaching her desired floor, she went straight to her new apartment she would call home. Apartment 12A. She opened the door and immediately gasped at the sight with her jaw agape.

The apartment was one story, yes, but large and set up elegantly-but not the kind she was trying to avoid. Everything was modern with the simple colours of silky silver-white, and darker shades of black and brown. Lizzy didn't know what to say but take everything in. She stepped over the threshold and closed the door, not wanting anyone to see her strange looks.

A fair sized T.V. sat on top of a glass table, matching the glass coffee table with its dark, blackish brown wood. A plush, white wrap around couch stretched from one side of the coffee table to the other before wrapping half way around, forming a sharp C. A recliner was on one side, and a one seater on the other. All matching of course. Scented candles in different colours were neatly arranged on the coffee table, alone with shimmering decorative stones. A flower bell shaped chandelier producing clear, white light that was not too bright, not to dim either hung on the ceiling, in the heart of the room.

Lizzy didn't think an apartment that wasn't as large as an average home for average people could fit so many things. Elegant, but welcoming and cosy. She was already smiling from ear to ear when she looked to the right and saw the kitchenette!

The soft, silky silver-white carpet covered the entire room, only to end at the border of the white tiles introducing the kitchen. Although it wasn't large, the kitchen was still stunning. The countertop was decorated with a blackish brown bowl that had yet to be filled with fresh fruits. It's wooden countertop matched the while place. And went along with the silver fridge. The stove was shining and polished against the kitchen lights.