9
The doubts are slowly eating and poisoning my mind. For the first three days after confronting Eliana, I made the horrible mistake of not blocking David's number. He kept sending me message warning me off her and her intentions to use me but I'd promised not to speak to him,
"Even her ex is warning you about him!" Matti explains but I fiercely defend her and he doesn't say anything anymore. Just watches as I start becoming more paranoid. It doesn't help when we go out and every guys' horny leering eyes drink her body,
"Relax Dante I'm yours," she continually reminds and the way she says my name so softly on the tip of her tongue makes me melt. It's now the middle of August and I've just finished gathering my photographs from university and applying for a masters next year. My plan is to go travelling and take more photographs to build up my portfolio and credentials but Eliana is wary of the idea. She does that a lot. Makes me wary of things I would've done without much thought beforehand. Nonetheless the love was intense and passionate especially since my cast has come off. The black boot is bulky but at least I don't have to use my crutches! Little did I know that she was kinky, whips, handcuffs and chains and I happily drowned in my own juices. There's just the issue of the truth holding me back. Just the truth.
My phone begins ringing on the chest of drawers and I answer explaining to my dad that I'll be down in five minutes. Soon I'm in his car and we're weaving our way through the cumbersome humidity of London and he discreetly asks about Eliana and I tell him everything is fine but I sound too defensive,
"Dante-," he begins and I throw my arms in the air already having heard the speech a thousand times from the others, "I just don't want you to be hurt," he perseveres in a determined tone. Folding my arms across my chest, I glower out of the window already desperate to be in Eliana's arms. I would miss her so much I'd feel it beneath my skin, through my muscles and in the inside of my bones.
After receiving one more pep talk from dad, he reluctantly drops me off at Elaina's and I grab my Nike back pack and knock on her door. Gerard opens the door with the same placid familiar expression on his face despite beaming widely at him and pulling him into a tight bear hug,
"I know you're a regular visitor Sir but please refrain from showing signs of physical kindness. A thank you will do very much," he states in his posh upper class and I slap on the bicep and wink at him. Enquiring where Eliana is, he points up stairs but before he can ascend the stairs, I bound up and knock on her door gently before opening and peeping my head through. The lush expensive bedroom is empty and I drop my bag on her bed before open the door of the bathroom but she's not in there either,
"If you're looking for me I'm behind you," she says huskily and I turn around to find her wearing a short silky baby pink bedroom gown. My breath catches in my throat and I trace my eyes all the way from her legs to her icy blue eyes. Just one look at her and I knew I'd spend far too much time trying to take a photograph as beautiful as her.
"I always forget you can go on an adventure in your wardrobe," I joke and she wraps her arms around me and beckons for me to kiss her on the lips and I do so with a desperate passion that nearly causes me to explode. She's the first to pull away and I restrain myself from pulling her back in to get drunk on her lips and tongue. Standing back, she holds my hand and gazes deeply into my eyes and I'm at a complete loss at what to do or say,
"Any plans for tonight?" she asks softly stroking my cheek. Closing my eyes, I soak in her touch and try to remember when the beautiful chaos rattled my bones, ripped apart my armour and forced my heart to ignite in a magnificent roar,
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50 Shades of Enigma (18+ // COMPLETED ✔️)
RomanceWhen Dante, a young 23 year old aspiring photographer, gets hit by a black Rolls Royce and is taken to A&E for emergency surgery on his fractured leg, he doesn't expect to wake up the next morning to a note of apology from the cold heart throbbing E...