“This doesn’t feel right anymore.”
“Just do what you are paid to do!”
Raul gulped the bottle down and threw her a bitter grimace. He stumbled across the room knocking over the antique vase. Smash! Demi flinched at the shattered debris. The pieces were a reminder of her hinged emotions for him. Never had she developed feelings for a client. It was always a simple transaction, but how unfortunate that her heart had to pay the price. Demi was stifled.
The Parisian lights peered through the blinds as twinkled dust filled the atmosphere. She pondered in the corner of the room, as she clenched the frills of her stockings, reluctant to fulfil his command.
“Is this all I am to you?”
“I admit I’m on the rebound, and I don’t care where are we bound,” his words slurred mockingly as he tossed another bottle down.
Raul sluggishly kicked off his shoes, pulled his vest over his head and threw it on the floor. He shot her a sadistic look that prickled her attention, but little did she know; his blue eyes hid his mournful heart too.
The walls were closing in on him and the air tasted of tequila that burned his throat. He felt suffocated, held hostage in his own torment. He leaned his head back on the pillow. The ceiling formed a mirage of cracks spreading widely down to the wallpaper that began to peel.
He blinked vigorously to sustain his vision, but her porcelain face appeared. His conscience had charged to the surface. She was hovering over him, soft lips parted and wide green eyes scanned him intently. My love. She was here. Her auburn hair feathered over her breasts and she giggled. His arousal grew under his belt. As he reached to touch her face, it was Demi who was leaning into him. She wore a broken smile of hope, and slowly placed a kiss on his lips whilst she unzipped his trousers.
Demi climbed onto his arousal and they began moving. His kisses were distant and harsh but she didn’t want to stop. It was the only way to receive his affection. He pulled back her hair then moved his hands around her neck. His grip was firm, then tightened, and locked instantly. Demi pushed her palms into his chest. A wave of panic surged through her but she couldn’t break his hold.
“You’re hurting me Raul!”
“It’s what you want don’t you? I bring you to Paris, what more do you want from me?!”
Demi groaned. Her fists slapped against him. Her legs kicked uncontrollably. She felt overpowered in his tight grasp. He continued to clutch on, his grip grew tighter and tighter…