A big thanks to Ainsling who corrected my mistakes so you could easily read
it -) Hope you'll enjoy !
Olga turned on the bed, reached for the body that was to be near her
but the bed was empty. Her eyes popped open as she realised nobody was
there. The little bastard had left after the last time. She could already
feel tears running down her cheeks. She tried to rationalize but he wasn't
there, he had used her, played with her. Now he had got what he wanted he
had left her alone. She wondered how she could have been so stupid. She
could feel her heart breaking in little piece as the seconds passed, she
buried her head on her pillow and started to cry hard.
Parker had got up a little while ago and went directly to the
kitchen, preparing breakfast for them. As he was putting some jam on toast
he heard crying. He put the toast down and rapidly made his way toward the
bedroom, she was crying, crying very hard.
"Oh god, she thinks I have used and left her" he realised.
He came back, grabbing the tray and entered the bedroom. He placed it on
the bedside and then encircled her shoulders with both his arms, wanting
her to see that she could trust him, that he loved her more than his life.
He placed kisses on her bare shoulders, murmuring love words in her ears.
She heard the door open. Was he still in the house, she wondered. She
tried to calm down but the pain was too big, she couldn't get over it. She
felt a weight on her side and hands on her shoulders - his hands on her
shoulders. She felt him trying to reassure her that he didn't want to leave
her, that he didn't want to hit her. She felt his kisses on her shoulders,
it was so good to be in his arms and so painful not to be.
She turned around, facing him, searching for answers in his eyes. And she
saw them there - she saw love and fear, tenderness, happiness and sadness.
She then felt his thumbs dry her tears and him laying down on her, hugging
her for dear life. As she calmed down, he moved up and looking her straight
in the eyes and told her simply "I Love you". He knew these three words
could change their lives forever but it was too much a risk not to tell
her. She couldn't believe he had told her. She smiled at him, revealing all
her teeth. She grabbed his neck and closed him in a passionly embrace.
Two hours later, Olga was laid down on her stomach, Franck laying on
her back, caressing her arms, each other trying to catch their breath.
"Don't you dare scare me like you did another time!" She warned him.
"I didn't mean to." He placed a kiss on her shoulder before continuing.
"I was just preparing our breakfast - I thought that you might need some
strong coffee and calories this morning." He smiled.
"Actually, I don't drink coffee in the morning." She replied to him before
turning around to see his face. "That was sweet of you. I think I
"You certainly did, but with a guy like me, I understand." He grinned, she
pushed him off her.
"You're so pretentious!"
"Don't tell me you didn't see those girls like that, they were devouring
me!" she just laughed in response.
She let go this answer, turned until she had her head resting on his chest
and his arms around her. They had again started kissing passionately when
the phone rang. She picked it up, before he could object. It was her
sister, Svetlana. They talked in Russian, as they always did. Olga was
glad they did, Franck couldn't understand what they were saying, although
she was pretty sure he understood by the tone of her voice and her giggles.
Franck on his side was getting frustrated, he wanted nothing more than
being alone with Olga and enjoying the moment. So, he decided on
distracting her to get this phone call to end faster. He kissed her jaw,
nipping, biting her soft milky skin. She wasn't responding like he wanted,
staying calm and paused, even though he knew she was having a hard time
staying like that. He lowered himself on her body, stepping inside the
covers. This time the distraction was too big for Olga who let go a loud
moan as she felt a hot and moist mouth on her breath. She was trying to
keep her mind clean to explain it to her sister but as he went lower and
lower any little rational thought she still had was left far away. She said
good-bye abruptly and hung up, before concentrating on what Parker was
doing to her body.
Svetlana smiled, her sister was having a great time and she'd put her
hand on the fire that Mr Parker was behind that. "Olga is on vacation all
week - I could visit her..." she said, wanting to know what was really going
on between the two of them. Marriage - perhaps not yet, but she knew her
sister's feeling toward him and had seen the way he looked at her... she
called a travel company and booked a flight for Las Vegas.
The rest of the day went calmly; they stayed in bed for the greater
part. In the middle of the afternoon, they decided on enjoying the sun.
Olga put on a red bikini, which suited her, the perfect contrast between
the piece of material, her hair and her milky skin. Franck was only in
boxers. They took some food, towels and went in the park of NNL. They lay
down on the grass, wishing not to be disturbed again. After half and hour,
Franck was starting to feel very hot. He looked at her girlfriend, who was
fast asleep at his side. If they didn't move fast, they were going to burn.
He approached her in order to wake her up; she was already as red as her
hair and bikini.
"Poor girl" he thought. After last night, he hadn't the heart of waking
her, she seemed so relaxed and peaceful, and so he picked her up and
carried her to her bedroom. He placed her delicately on the bed, covered
her up and went to the bathroom, searching for some ointment to soothe her
burns. He found some and applied it to her so hot skin. He put on his too,
knowing that if he didn't he would regret it a few hours.
The young woman woke up in the middle of the night, feeling burns on
every inch of her body. She moved in order to sit up, but she stopped, her
head pounding, her skin burning and tickling. She looked around; Franck was
laid next to her, his face and torso red. She realised that they had caught
sun burn. She passed her hand on her bare skin under the covers. It was
painful, hot and greasy. She saw the tube of ointment and suddenly
understood what had firstly attracted her to Parker, it was his kindness.
This capacity to take care of others even if he needed at this moment to
take care of himself - he could give his life for people he loved. He could
love without an end, give without expecting a return.
Tears started to fall on her cheeks as she realised deep down in her heart
and soul that she really loved him, no doubt was in it. And with this
revelation, she promised herself that she'd do anything to keep this
relationship because at this particular moment it was the best thing that
had ever happened to her.