Lorraine Lebedeva
"Not yet red." He whispered
I bit my lip, clenched my fist then screwed my eyes shut.
Idiot. I thought to myself.
I opened my eyes and looked up licking my lips when I admired his soft plump lips. He pulled me closer and I caught his gaze. Raphael tilted his head to the side a little then placed his hands on my face. I leaned in and closed my eyes, took a deep breath then opened my eyes again.
He began to rub his thumb on my cheek in a circular motion. It was relaxing.
I was about to speak but he beat me to it. "You need rest." He says in a soothing tone as he tucked my hair behind my ear.
I didn't respond, instead pushed him away from me and walked out the bathroom.
I waited for me to exit the bathroom and he saw me standing next to the bed with my arms crossed. He didn't show any emotion nor say a word.
When he reached the door he opened it then wished me a goodnight before closing it.
I threw myself on the bed and groaned from frustration then ran my fingers through my hair.
"Fucking idiot." I whispered to myself. I laid on the bed and shut my eyes waiting for sleep to take over.
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I can't sleep.
For some reason I am embarrassed of what happened with Raphael after he said wished me a goodnight and went back to his room.
I can't believe I was about to kiss Raphael! What would father think of me when he finds out?
I can already see the disgust in his eyes. I'm his daughter and here I am fooling around with his enemy. I began to whine like a five year old as I grabbed my pillow and screamed in it.
Tossing the pillow to one side I took my phone and checked the time 03:44 am I groaned then decided I should just go outside. I pulled myself out of the bed then went to my closet taking out my hoodie and joggers. I put them on then my slippers.
Then I walked out of my room, I slowly closed it making sure I don't make a sound. I slowly walked towards Raphael's door and stood there like a fool.
Should I knock?
No, that would be weird. I mentally rolled my eyes and continued to walk down the hall.
Dante and Father's rooms are on the upper floor so which means I can have my own privacy.
I turned the corner and approached the glass sliding door which leads outside.
I slid it open then stepped out the cool air blew my hair and my face tingled, goosebumps coats my face.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the black rails then leaned my body against it as I admired Paris's view. I could see the glowing Eiffel tower from afar.
My mind immediately thought of Raphael, I could still feel him kissing me. I want to kiss him so bad.
I could imagine what else those lips can do especially when he is eating my pus-
I shake my head to get rid of the dirty thoughts I have of Raphael. Firstly I shouldn't be having these thoughts about a twenty-seven year old man.
I do have guilt. He is my father's enemy for crying out loud and here I am having sinful thoughts about him.
I should stop this before it gets out of hand. My thoughts were cut off by a ping sound.
I pulled out my phone and I smiled when I saw a message from my father. I unlock my phone and open the text message.
Let's have lunch this afternoon.
That would be great.
I turn my phone off then continue to admire the view.
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It's currently 2pm and I'm patiently waiting for my father. I went back to sleep around five and woke up at nine. Dante came to fetch me and drove me to this fancy restaurant across the city.
I got a chance to admire some of Paris but I was in the car.
Ever since we arrived in France I didn't get the chance to hang out with Father, he is mostly busy and Haletta can sometimes be a handful so I just want to enjoy this moment with my dad before I go all crazy tomorrow.
A few minutes have passed and I see a man in a full black tux approaching me and a big smile is plastered across my face.
"Father." I beamed. I stood up from my chair and wrapped my arms around him. He chuckled, pulled away and pecked me on my forehead.
"How are you doing sweetheart?" Father questioned.
I immediately frowned. I feel so guilty. I can't even look at him.
I am a shitty daughter and very reckless but this...
This weird thing that's going on between me and Raphael should stop before it gets out of hand. I bit my lip and Father narrowed his eyebrows. "Everything alright?" He questioned.
I should tell him.
I mean he's trying to kill him and right now I can just give him all the information I have excluding the part where I flirted with him at the club and also the time he sent me the lingerie and the event that happened last night.
"Uhm f-father." I stuttered as I began to chew the inside of my cheek. He raised a brow and patiently waited for me to continue.
For fucks sake just spit it out.
"There's something I have to tell you."
Lorraine Lebedeva I took a deep breath. "There's something I have to tell you." Father's smile faded when he noticed I wasn't smiling. "What is it sweetheart?" he asked. I placed my hands on the table, Father wrapped his hands around mine giving it a comforting squeeze. His eyes met mine and I looked away. I don't have the heart to look him in the eye. I chew the inside of my cheek. My palms are starting to get sweaty. I'm nervous, I have no idea how he will react to this. Before I could speak, fathers phone vibrated on the table. He read the ID caller then shifted his attention back to me. "It's important," he spoke with guilt. I sighed letting go of his hands. I put on my best smile, nodding my head up and down as I tugged a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "This will only take a minute." He picked up his phone hence stood up then he walked out of the restaurant. He mouthed sorry. I sighed. Should I tell him? Not sure, half of me wants to inform father about this b
Lorraine Lebedeva "You have a serious problem, Lora." Haletta sneered. I rolled my eyes. "I have a serious problem, you're the one who randomly asked them out!" I protested. Just because I always do a background check on guys I go out with isn't being a creep at all. I'm being responsible. I'm not the one going around asking random people to have dinner and go to their house later on. "Just tell me their names Haletta and stop being a pain in the ass," I said. "Stop, just stop," she said, throwing her hands in the air. "Okay fine. Make sure you tell me everything when you get back." I declared openly. She stopped searching in her closet and faced me. "You are coming." "No." "Yes." "No." "Lorraine shut the fuck up and accept that you are coming!" she yelled, throwing one of her bras at me. I caught it and threw it on the bed. "See this..." I said, waving my hands back and forth towards Haletta. "This is why you are single." "No, it's because I'm too hot to date." she flex
Lorraine Lebedeva"Which restaurant are we going to?" Haletta questioned as she entered the car. "Our place." Rhett said.I turned around and tried to run back inside but Marcello was blocking my chance to escape.I awkwardly cleared my throat, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear.I entered the vehicle and Marcello shut the car door."I have a weird feeling about them," I whispered to Haletta. "You're just overreacting." she waved me off.Seriously, one thing I hate about Haletta is that she never listens to anyone, she's very stubborn.I rolled my eyes then crossed my arms. "Just shake it off." Haletta drawled."I just have a bad feeling about them," I answered absently. Haletta looked at me under her dark eyelashes with her infamous pursed-lips-you-ruin-everything expression.I hate it whenever I'm out, whether with my cousins or friends and I have a bad feeling about this place or person- I inform them but they brush me off and always say 'i ruin the fun'.I think I'm alway
Lorraine LebedevaI sat there as I watched Haletta and the others play in the pool. The sun was hot, sparkling off the blue water as Haletta emerged from the pool. The water ran down her shoulders all the way to her long toned legs, her hair slicked back and her make-up still in place.How the hell does she manage to look like a hot super-model while coming out of the pool like those girls in the Hollywood movies.I get out of the pool like I'm in a war zone holding on to the edges of the pool as if my life depends on it with my hair looking like I was having hardcore sex underwater and don't get me started on the makeup.My gaze flicked to Raphaël across the yard, he sat on his chair with his legs spread wide open. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he went through his phone. He only had on black joggers and a white vest that hugged his flat stomach. Light stubble covered his jaw. His dark hair looked messy and fluffy as it kissed his forehead. I wanted to run
Lorraine LebedevaHe pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it on the couch beside him. My bare chest was exposed to him. “Cazzo.” He groaned. I breath against his lips, but all my thoughts vanished when he kneeled in front of me as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my pants down my slim hips. I step out of it still wearing my black boots. Raphaël placed his hands beside my hips, his head tilted back with desire. I glanced at him with hooded eyes. He clenches my pink lace panties between his teeth. I watch him as he slides them down my legs. His hands gripped low on my ass and I gasped when his fingers brushed my clit, teasing my entrance. “Fuck red, your wet.” He groaned. I tensed when his fingers began to rub against me. Biting my lip I run my fingers through Raphaël’s soft hair. I was caught off guard when Raphaël picked me up then placed me on the couch. He kneeled between my legs, spreading them apart.“Tell me to stop and I will.” I nodded my head and he grinned as h
Lorraine LebedevaI can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about him. This is not how I imagined my stay here in Paris would turn out. I informed Aunt Nadine that Haletta would be staying with me for the night, she didn’t mind. It’s currently 21:30 pm and I still haven’t informed my father that I want to go home. Should I tell him over text or in person? Maybe in person it would be better. I sighed as I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I don’t know much about Raphaël. No scratch that I barely know the man. Yet I want him, all to myself. I chuckled to myself. Since when did I become possessive over a man?I didn’t know older men were my type. I’m turning nineteen in two months and I thought I would find a twenty year old man but no, I'm going crazy over a man who’s almost thirty… People really do change. I hopped off my bed, headed straight for the door. I opened my door and made my way to my fathers room. I hope he's there. When I finally reach
Lorraine LebedevaI woke up to the sound of banging. I squinted my eyes when the sunlight blinded me, I groaned and grabbed my phone on the night stand, I switched it on and checked the time it read 09:12 am. “Lorraine!” I hear Haletta call out from the hallway. I rolled my eyes then covered my face with the blanket. I’m still angry at her. “Lora, please open the door!” I lie on the bed, perfectly still as I wait for Haletta to go away. Five minutes have past and she’s still at the door. I mumble something under my breath and finally decide to open the door for her. I stretched my arms out as I menderd my way to the door, I yawned tiredly and opened the door to find Haletta standing there as she wore a Split Hem Tartan Bodycon Dress and black sneakers.I noticed that she had a pink box in her hand. She smiled weakly. “Morning.” She greeted me. “What?” I declared. “Can I come inside, I bought your favorite cupcakes.” I raised a brow. “Blueberry.” She noted. I opened the do
Lorraine Lebedeva An ugly feeling crept up my spine and through my body. Aunt Nadine and Haletta were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. When we arrived here I could sense that my father was uncomfortable. Probably because Aunt Nadine looked like she was going out on a fancy date just to impress my father. I questioned Haletta, why her mother is wearing all fancy, she simply shrugged. It gave me second hand embarrassment; we were all wearing casual clothes except for her. “Did you have fun with Haletta?” My father’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I caught his gaze and said. “Yes, we did.” He nodded and proceeded to play with the fork in front of me. I felt guilty because my father is putting himself in an uncomfortable position just for me. I opened my mouth to talk but closed it again when Haletta entered the room with bowls of salad and bread. She set the bowls on the table and took a seat beside me. “My mom will be done in a minute.” Haletta informed my father. He n