The warm air was coated with the aroma of spices and herbs. Clatter of utensils resonated from the kitchen, orders being shouted out time to time. My dream. My passion. My escape- from him. this was my restaurant - La Cannelle.

My black kitten heels making noise again the clear white marble floor, enough to make the brunette to turn her attention to me. Her sharp features, beautifully carved body were adorned by a very apprehensive look. She was beautiful, but I empathize with her, our experiences are the same, but yet so different at the same time.

Pulling out a chair, I sat in front of Olivia Faulkner. She looked up at me, and in an instant I could feel it all coming back to me. The same thing I went through, the same thing she went through - by the same person. Her scared eyes, and feeble posture - lowering my eyes, I didn't realize that I was making it very uncomfortable for her too.

"Olivia - can I call you Olivia?" my tone as gentle as possible.

"Yeah", I slight nod and a weak answer. I couldn't help but lower my face, I want to be strong, I need to be strong - for me and for her too.

"So, I don't like to beat around the bush - you know the reason I called you here". She nodded weakly and told me. The pain in her eyes, her voice brimmed with emotions. She was nervous and ashamed. Olivia made no eye contacts; she kept looking behind me at the wall, or staring at the table while constantly playing with her thumbs.

I stopped her when the waiters came inside with lunch, we ate and while talking. At one point of time she broke down, all the emotions came out through her tears, furiously she wiped them from the back of her hand, her voice bitter with hatred, and anger. She was trembling with fury, I could see that and I felt that. For a second I was scared, but then - I kept telling her that she was not alone in this.

Once she was done, with her sad brown eyes, and flushed cheeks, she asked me "how do you live with that monster?" it was a rhetorical question, but I still decided to answer it, "I don't, he does.", she seemed to satisfied smirk landed on her lips.

"So what now?" she asked.

"You will see" I simply said , and we got up, gave each other a hug.

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"so how did it go?" I asked Troy, while stirring the sauce in the pan, he grunted "it was okay", he removed his tie, and opened a few buttons of his shirt. His hair all messy and tan skin which peeked from the shirt he wore, my old self would have drooled at that point of time.

I hummed in acknowledgement, Troy came beside me and poured a glass of red, giving it me and some for himself. Placing a hand on my waist, he buried his neck in my neck, and kissed it lightly.

"I am sorry" he said with his face still buried in my hair. I kept on stirring, and waited for him to continue

"I shouldn't have ignored you today, I am such an ass", his hands wrapping themselves around my waist, hugging me from behind. "It's alright, we all have our days", with that, I turned around facing him, and buried my face in his chest - his musky cologne invading my nostrils. He pulled away slightly and removed the hair covering my forehead, kissing the top my head he excused himself- while I went back to cooking.

Taking a sip of the crimson colored drink, I smiled. The vegetables sizzled in the pan, and the aroma of the meat in the oven was hanging in the air. I pull the plates and start setting the table.

"God, you are so beautiful", I see, leaning on the doorway. Quickly he crosses the distance between us. His hands go on my waist, trailing down to my hips and back to grab my ass, giving a squeeze which in turn makes me laugh, and I again bury my head in his chest savoring the warmth coming off of him. He moves us back a bit, so that I am trapped between his hands and the counter. Troy removes my hair and places kisses along the length of my neck, licking it, sucking it. I sit up and wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me. His lips doing the repeated action and producing moans out of me, "Troy", I try to stop him, but continues "babe- the food", my voice heavy with lust, stops him, he gives me one of his boyish smiles, "but I didn't even finish with the desert", I bite my lip and push him. Troy wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, I could feel his girth grinding into me, "you see what you do to me, do you feel it?" his hold on my waist tightens; I throw my head back leaning on to him. "Troy -"he places his lips on mine, shutting me up. Pinning me to the kitchen counter, his kiss deepens, our bodies molding together, I mesh my hands with his hair, and he sit on the counter wrapping my legs around him I pull him closer not once did our lips each other. I pull apart to take a much needed breath, and bit my lip and look at him through my lashes, his dark eyes, heavy with lust trained on my swollen lips. Troy runs his hands up and down my thigh; in a flash his hot mouth is placing a series of kisses on my neck to my collar bone, to the chest. "You're insatiable Mr. Myles", the words come out of my mouth somehow, "only for you Ms. Weisz, only for you", whispering the last part, we head to the bedroom.

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Tiny dots ignite the sky; gleaming moon spreads its ivory light. I often wonder how the night makes seem peaceful somehow. Somehow all the problems seem to lessen its intensity at night. Twirling the band on my finger and staring at the peaceful night sky, letting out a sigh. I take a sip of the wine sitting beside me. I crave for these intimate moments with myself, just me and my thoughts, alone together.

I turn around and see his back, glowing in the yellow light. Brown hair, decorating his forehead as sleep whisks him away to dreamland, gosh sometimes I wonder how I LOVED this man.

"Soon Troy, soon", I turn my face away from him, looking at the beauty of the prussian coloured sky.

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