❛❛I spy with my little eye, a little lie.❜❜
Catherine Moore's courage to leave a cruel and abusive Maxwell Kelvin led her to the unforgiving streets with no roof over her head. Just when things couldn't get any worse, fate deposited her at the doors...
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PARIS
We crossed the Seine in silence as the city emerged from the darkness of night. We walked right down the middle of the street, and not far away stood The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was quickly turning blue.
A dawn like this should be foggy, at the very least misty, but in contrast to our mood, it appeared determined to be a story-book perfect day in Paris - albeit without any French people daring to leave their homes. Perhaps we should hide as well, but we won't.
Adonis slips on a weird hat on top of my head, standing at the base and looking up, I can honestly say I had no idea how big it was. The legs are as far apart as a typical town square, and the metal is dull.
I reach out to touch it, which is obviously cold. But then, what did I expect? We head for the stairs because no electricity means no elevators, and to be honest, I don't think I could fit in a small box right now.
The clang of our feet on the steps echoes around, and I look around, terrified. Nobody shows up. Of course, no one shows up. We are the only idiots who have dared to try. Adonis notices how tired I became; I shake my head and whisper to him- "I can't..." I nudge onto my heart and guilt soothes his eyes.
"Yes, you can," I shake my head, he grabs my legs and throws me over his shoulder. I scream to the fear he would let me go and I'd drop and die a quicker death.
We climb numerous flights of stairs until we reach the top, a much smaller space than the one below, and I rush to the edge - Paris. It's all over the place, a living map of classic architecture...
"Adonis-" I turn around and see him standing right behind me, I smile and throw my arms around his shoulders. He pushes me against him, our beating hearts holding onto one another. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you." Our noses brush against one another, his thick biceps are being held in my hands and before I know it. I feel his lips tangle with mine at the same time the Eifel tower flickers in different lights. His tongue wraps around my own, and he devours my mouth as much as he could. Our moans were the only thing that could be heard.
I push him away and give him a look of warning, he rolls his eyes with a smirk and takes my hands into his. We begin swaying to the music being played by the homeless man on the bridge. Adonis twirls me around before pushing me flush against him.
"We'll leave the rest of the dance in Greece."
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His hands drag my shirt above my head, throws it to the side of the hotel room as we step back into the bedroom. His lips kiss down my neck, sucking onto every bit of my skin. Leaving his marks all over my body, my hands finds its way underneath his shirt as I caress his perfect abs.
He unhooks the back of my bra with one hand and slides the strap down my arms. Adonis did not take more than a minute to kiss my breasts, his lips finds its way around my nipple, and he sucks onto them. I moan casually.
