The Possessive Gentleman

"Meeting you was not the first day of the rest of my life, it was the first day of the best of my life." -Steve Maraboli- *** It was a sunny autumn day in southwestern France. The weather was yet to be too cold to explore the places without a thick winter coat, but it was cool enough to start another season of fall fashion trends. The sound of the plane was making Raphael's ears muffled, he pinched his nose and blew hard to empty the pressure on both of his ears. Twenty minutes before their arrival, he poured the last bit of his peanut pack over his mouth and chewed on them, causing a loud noise which echoed throughout the plane board. His father, Archard who was seated beside him turned over to his side and told him to lower down his eating volume, but he shrugged him off. He thought it was not like anyone was going to pay attention to him. He liked to do things on his own term, still, he had better manner

"Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest." -Karen Marie Moning- *** The next few days Raphael managed to keep himself busy with the books he found on their library and the newfound admiration he discovered. He ended up following Clara in secret whenever she sneaked out from the house to play, he would hide behind trees to take glances at her. Sometimes the other girl would accompany her, sometimes she was all by herself. When she was on her study room, he would look at her from the window, almost making himself look like a stalker. But he could not find the courage to talk to her. It was one day in the middle of his stay he finally bumped into her. That time she was holding a large canvas in her hand. He wanted to just run away when his shoulder hit hers. The ca

"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks." Arthur Miller *** Drizzle of rain started pouring over from the sky, cool breeze from outside blew its way into the slightly dimmed room. From the balcony one could hear sounds of bird's wings flapping as they took a flight back to their nest. The sun had begun to set and dusk had arrived. Inside the Bellavance mansion, the sound of feet stomping on the wooden floor echoed throughout the room  "What if she finds out about this?" Two figures had cornered themselves, their bodies were rubbing against each other ever so slowly, the woman who had been taking the lead stepped closer to him, wrapping one of her arms on the drape of his neck as with the

"Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family." -Anthony Brandt- *** Celine Desroches had been enjoying her alone time in the patio of her house with a glass of cold lemonade with soda and a pair of huge dark purple sunglasses beside the pool. If there was one thing she loved in life, it had to be the sun and the subtle smell of chlorine mixed with salt. Only the air was not exactly salty because there were barely any beaches in Paris. She had been working all weekdays long, and being a luxury interior designer, she had traveled back and forth between places just to find the right item for the customers, it had been a long week and dealing with people who had no idea about the difference between vanilla and marshmallow white was tough. She would definitely say she deserved

"Only actions give life strength, only moderation gives it charm." -Jean Paul- *** The sun had set and the sky turned into a dark twilight shade. When the town was about to reach its peaking hour of beauty, Raphael had just freshly come out of the shower when he was invited by one of the housekeeper for dinner. Once he was done changing his clothes, he walked down to the dining room which still remained pretty much the same as he had remembered it, only then everything felt slightly different. It was far less crowded without his family around and other people, whoever they were that were present in the room at the time, instead, he found Dennis sitting there with a glass of wine in his hand. For a brief moment the man looked like he was on the verge of being an alcoholic, due to the sorrow pre