Chapter 25 Florian
Florian
While filling the bathtub with warm water and her favorite oil, I can’t stop thinking about the terrified look on Arabelle’s face when Adahlia held that gun to her head, and how close I actually came to losing her.
Never have I ever feared anything so much in my life, but at that moment, I was absolutely taken over by fear, terrified that I would have to walk through this life without her.
Now that everything is over, and it’s sinking in that she almost died because of me, I can’t blame anyone but myself.
I’d been warned about Adahlia, and I should have taken the threat from her more seriously.
However, I never thought she would dare turn against me.
We were friends before we were lovers. I told her over and over again where our relationship stood, but I guess none of that mattered to her.
She was determined we were going to be together—only what she wanted or believed mattered.
I also should have taken the threat from my father more seriously, too. Alrick warned me time and time again to end things quickly. But my ego and pride got the better of me and wouldn’t let me look at him as more than someone to play with before I finally crushed him.
I won’t ever make that kind of mistake again.
Every threat to her will be dealt with immediately.
Except her father. Of course, I’m not happy about that, especially after what he did.
He’s the reason Adahlia even knew about the infidelity clause.
If it wasn’t for him, it’s possible none of this would have even happened.
However, I will respect her wishes unless he presents himself as a very serious threat.
If it wasn’t for Arabelle, her father would be dead just like Adahlia and Olan for her almost taking away from me.
Even though he didn’t intend for the events that happened to happen, he put her life at risk all because he plotted against me.
All because he wants her back in his life so she can keep saving his ass.
He believes I’m the one causing her to stay away, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
He thought Adahlia could seduce me into breaking my vows, thereby breaking the contract Arabelle signed.
However, nobody can ever make me break my vows to the one woman who owns my heart and soul.
My vow to Arabelle is until death do us part, and that’s not happening any time soon for either of us.
She will always remain with me in this life and the next.
First, I turn off the water. Then, I light the candles placed around the master en suite. I want to make sure she’s as comfortable as she can possibly be after the day she’s had. At least this will take her mind off what happened with Adahlia and, hopefully, Hugo as well.
In the short amount of time we’ve been together, she’s become really close to him, which is what I had hoped for.
You can’t have trust in someone you don’t like, and someone actually liking Hugo is always a toss-up.
He’s the type of person who burrows under your skin in a good or a bad way.
You’ll either hate him or love him, and he’s made a very good impression on Arabelle despite his dark, off-the-wall sense of humor.
She’s just as worried about him as I am, but she’s trying to be strong for me because she knows he’s like a brother to me.
Sighing and pushing the thoughts of Hugo and everyone else to the back of my mind, I try to firmly plant my attention on her. There’s nothing I can do for his situation, but there is absolutely something I can do for her.
Having dimmed the overhead lights and decreased the tint on the windows so it’s clear, I make my way back to the bedroom and discover she’s standing where I left her.
By the wide-eyed look on her face, it’s like she’s finally coming to terms with how close she came to death.
I wish it was possible to take away all her fear, but I know I can’t.
It will always be in the back of her mind what Adahlia did and my role in the situation.
However, I will make sure she knows that I will never put her in that position ever again.
As soon as I extend my hand toward her, she grabs it, which sends a rush of relief moving through me that I can’t explain. I gently squeeze her hand, pleased that she’s not pulling away from me even after I confessed to killing Addie.
I walk her inside the bathroom and as soon as she enters, she lets out a gasp, facing the windows.
“Wow…Florian. This view is amazing.”
“It is. It’s one of the reasons I purchased the building.”
While she stands in front of the wall of windows, I move behind her, giving her a bit of space just in case she needs it. Still, I remain close to her.
I admire the breathtaking New York skyline along with her. It’s night now, and it’s a spectacular spectacle of lights and silhouettes of New York’s iconic architecture rising across the city. It’s a view I’ve fallen in love with.
“The building?” she asks, looking over her shoulders at me with a crease between her eyes, like she’s not sure she heard me correctly.
“Yes, the building. I own it.”
She faces me. “The entire building?”
I burst into laughter. “Yes, Beauty. The entire building. I own it.”
As I take off my shirt, she’s no longer focused on me owning the building. Immediately, her lips part as she watches me with such intensity. So much desire.
“Are you enjoying the show?”
With a mischievous smile playing on my lips, I shed my dress slacks and black boxer briefs, presenting her with an unhindered view of my erect cock, palming my hard length in my hand.
Her focus shifts to my bare feet as I make my way toward her on the heated white tile.
When I reach her, I grab her hand and place it on my dick.
“This is what you do to me, Beauty.” She looks into my eyes as her smooth palm holds my cock. “Whenever you’re around, I have a constant hard-on.”
I relish the gentle touch of her smooth hand as she starts caressing my hard, velvety steel with delicate, tentative strokes.
I don’t want to miss any emotion on her face or the feeling of her hand moving up and down my shaft. Pulling my lip between my teeth, I gaze down at her, images playing in my head of what I would love to do to her body and her luscious lips wrapped around my cock.
“I won’t come in your hand, Beauty.”
As her grip tightens, I can’t help but smirk at the challenge she presents to me. I can tell by her movements she’s new to all this, but she’s eager to please me, or at least prove to me that she can do it. But we’ll have time for that at some other time. I’ll give her all the lessons she wants.
I knock her hands away from my body, quickly pull her shirt over her head, and tease her sensitive nipples with the gentle touch of my thumbs, eliciting a pleasurable groan from her.
“No bra?” I whisper, pushing her closer to the wall of windows until her back is flush against the large panes of glass.
She shakes her head, never taking her eyes off me as I twist and pinch her nipples.
“Can anyone see us?”
Her question comes out in a breathy moan, and my smirk turns into a full-blown smile as I shrug. We’re already both standing naked in front of the windows. “Even though we are high up, it’s possible.”
Her pupils dilate with the thought of someone seeing us, and her breaths pick up.
“Would you like someone to see us?” I ask even though I know the answer.
I push her leggings down to her ankles. She steps out of them when they pool at her feet, and then the sound of her panties ripping fills the space.
“Maybe.”
Even though she sounds innocent, I know that she’s not. I will always believe it’s one of the reasons she likes her apartment in Los Angeles. Even the apartment she has in New York has a lot of windows, although not in the bedroom.
The windows in her bedroom at her apartment in Los Angeles allow anyone to see inside her room at night. They allow anyone to see what she’s doing, even when she’s masturbating, which I think she loves. It’s one of the reasons I contemplated buying the building across from hers.
“I can’t wait to experience the real Arabelle.” I pinch her nipples harder, eliciting a deep moan from her that travels straight to my cock. “Are you the prim and proper ballerina everyone thinks you are, or are you the dirty little girl I believe you to be?”
“Let’s find out,” she whispers without hesitation with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask. Although she’s been through hell today, maybe she wants to have a little fun to take her mind off things. “Because, right now, the windows are clear, and someone might see us.”
Her eyes light up with excitement. She gazes out the window for a moment longer like she’s scanning the building across the street to see if anyone can see us, before she shifts her focus back to me and smiles.
“I’m sure. I need you, Florian. Fuck me, please.”
The amount of desire that barrels through me almost puts me on my knees.
However, I stiffen my spine. Fucking her wasn’t in my plans, at least not until I got her in the bath where she could decompress.
However, if what she needs is for me to fuck her right now, I’m sure as hell not going to deny her.
I adjust my position so that anyone watching can clearly see both our profiles. These windows have a tint, but I can adjust the level of darkness to my liking. Right now, they are clear. If she wants someone to see us, she will definitely get what she wants.
“On your knees, then balance your ass on your heels,” I command. “And don’t do anything until I tell you to, Beauty.”
She moves in front of me and kneels at my feet without hesitation. As she settles into the pose I want her in, I take a step closer to her. Close enough to where I can comfortably slide into her mouth when the time is right.
“Hands palm down on your thighs, and don’t move them.”