Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
Third chapter of the week, damn. Please cut me some slack if I won't be able to update in the upcoming days.
Should I start off by asking a question at the beginning of each chapter? Would that be fun for you?
Anyway, I do have a question today: what's the thing you love the most about Alison? And the thing you hate the most?
As always, remember that the one thing I appreciate so much is knowing your thoughts throughout each chapter, so don't feel ashamed to comment whatever goes on in your head! It makes writing all the more satisfying!
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I found myself breathing through parted lips as I waited for a response. Goosebumps erupted on my skin, which rippled with electricity due to the air surrounding us, charged with what I could only describe as intensity.
"I can't." His voice was that of a man who knew how powerless he was, how weak, and was begging for mercy. A request I was not going to fulfill.
I was not going to let external factors ruin my chance with him, interfere with a passion that burned so vehemently between us. The noble barrier of morality could not stop me, for I was too far gone to feel any sort of guilt whenever I was alone with him. "I like you, Lorenzo. You only cease to be in my thoughts when I'm asleep, and not even every time. You sometimes haunt my dreams, too. I know that this would be labeled as 'wrong' by many people, but it's not them the ones who have a say in this. It's you. And me. And if we both want it so much, then why should we fight it?"
"God, Alison, you're speaking as if you've only experienced life as a child! So what if I want it? Should I just send my entire life straight to hell? Should I end my marriage of 20 years for a teenager who thinks she has feelings for me? When I have a wife that loves me and I love back?" As soon as his words would leave his lips, they would turn into little knives that would directly cut into my heart.
I wasn't stupid. I knew that it had only been a little over a month ever since we'd had our first interaction, but it was impossible to control the process that had taken place in my limbic system. Of course, I wouldn't ask him to leave his wife yet, I simply wanted a chance, an opportunity to show him that maybe I could love him better than Olivia. And so it hurt to hear him diminish my feelings.
"Stop saying that! If you loved her as much as you keep claiming, you would have never laid your hands on me!" I retorted in an angry tone, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. "I don't want you to just go and end your marriage!" As I argued, I unwittingly advanced in his direction.
Mr. Visconti closed the distance between us, coming to a halt right in front of me. "Then what do you want? If you don't want me to leave her, what do you want?" His eyes fell to my heaving breasts for a split second, a fact that somehow gave me courage.
